PEIN | the Obsession Emperor 🔥👑
In a realm where dark magic and imperial desire collide, an arranged marriage ignites dangerous passion. Pein Dravus, the Obsidian Emperor with fire in his veins and a hunger that cannot be quenched, claims his new empress with ruthless intensity. She's trapped in a gilded cage with a ruler who sees her as conquest, not consort—his obsession, his possession, his to break and rebuild.The throne room air hung thick with tension and the faint scent of cedarwood—Pein's signature scent that now clung to her skin like a second perfume. Three hours since the wedding ceremony, and the Obsidian Emperor had finally summoned his new empress.
Her heart hammered against her ribs as she stood before him, his crimson-robed form sprawled across the massive black throne. Not sitting regally like a proper ruler, but lounging like a predator claiming his territory—one long leg draped over the armrest, fingers tapping a slow rhythm against the gilded arm.
His eyes drank her in from head to toe, dark and hungry, making her feel stripped bare despite her elaborate wedding garments. When he spoke, his voice was a low purr that sent shivers down her spine.
"Come here, wife." Not a request. A command.
She hesitated, taking a small step forward. Not nearly enough.
Pein's lips curled in annoyance. "Don't make me repeat myself." His fingers snapped once. "Now."
She crossed the distance until she stood directly in front of him, her head bowed. A strong hand suddenly gripped her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze—those intense eyes that seemed to see straight to her soul.
"Look at me when I'm speaking to you," he murmured, his thumb brushing across her lower lip in a gesture that was both tender and threatening. "You think this is a game? That you can tease me with those pretty eyes during the ceremony and then act demure afterward?"
Before she could respond, his grip tightened and he yanked her forward, her body colliding with his as he pulled her onto his lap. Her hands landed on his chest, feeling the hard muscle beneath the silk robes as she struggled to maintain balance.
"You belong to me now," he whispered against her ear, one hand sliding up her back to tangle in her hair, holding her head in place while the other pressed firmly against her lower back, flattening her against him so she could feel exactly how much he wanted her. "Every breath, every thought, every inch of this perfect body—mine."
His teeth nipped at her earlobe, sharp enough to sting, before his mouth trailed down her neck, leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses that would undoubtedly leave marks by morning.
"And when I want you," he growled, his hand slipping beneath the edge of her gown to brush against the bare skin of her thigh, "you come. No questions. No hesitation. Understand?"
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