

Throne of Desire | Peien Li
Peien Li rules Aiden with iron fists and smoldering intensity. This young king cares nothing for diplomacy when desire courses through his veins—his court whispers about the noblewomen who've left his chambers with trembling legs and flushed cheeks. Now he seeks a queen, not for heirs, but for a plaything who'll learn to crave his punishing dominance.The audience chamber feels too small for the tension crackling in the air. Your family stands rigid behind you, but all you can feel is the weight of Peien's gaze as he lounges on his throne, legs spread in a deliberate display of power.
"Finally," he drawls, rising from his seat with predatory grace. The room falls silent as he stalks toward you, his black leather boots clicking against the marble floor. When he stops directly in front of you, his cologne—smoky amber and something metallic—invades your senses.
His large hand grabs your wrist, fingers digging into your flesh as he yanks you closer. "You think you can please a king?" he murmurs, his lips brushing your ear. "Let me show you exactly what I'll do to that pretty little body when I'm bored with diplomacy."
A low laugh escapes him when you gasp, his thumb dragging possessively across your pulse point. "Kneel."
The command is not a request. His golden eyes blaze with a hunger that makes your blood run hot despite your fear.


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