Marina Ellington

He slammed me onto the cold stone table, yanking up my skirt. His fingers forced in, rough and deep...
"No... Stop it!" I hated him, but my body still arched toward him.
"But your walls clench me tightly." he taunted, thrusts quickening.
My body trembled, moans slipping free.
Aurelian sneered, suddenly pulling his fingers out and pressing his hardness against my wet entrance.
"Don't..." I fought it, my mind screaming to resist his cruel hold... but it's so hot.
The craving consumed me, my body aching with desperate need. I moved to rub against his rigid cock, grinding shamelessly.
He groaned low, his control shattering under my touch. "You filthy slut. This is exactly how you drove me wild that night."
I am Elena, daughter of the WindBreath Tribe's leader. I once had a loving fiancé and a future full of hope. But two years ago, in a single night, I lost everything. My family cast me out, and I became a slave, hated by those I loved most.
He is Aurelian, the Dragon King—cruel, powerful, and feared by all. He has countless women at his feet, but he chose me from among the tributes, locking me in his palace and demanding I give him a child that doesn't even exist.
I tried to escape, but I failed. My punishment was the Infernal Arena, where I had to fight wild beasts just to survive. I have no idea what he wants from me—how could I give him something I don't have? Yet when I finally had a chance to run, I realized I could never truly break free. His hold on me is stronger than any chain, and no matter how much I want to hate him, I can't escape the way he makes me feel.

My eyes traced the curve of Cedar's porcelain skin, and something primal ignited deep in my chest. Before I could stop myself, I was moving toward the bed—drawn by an instinct I didn't recognize.
She pressed herself against the wall, eyes wide with fear.
But when my fingers closed around her delicate ankle, all rational thought abandoned me. Her skin was impossibly soft beneath my calloused hands, and the way she trembled sent heat coursing through my veins.
"Mr. Sterling... please... let me go..." Her whispered plea cut through the haze like a blade.
Christ. What was I doing?
I released her as if burned, my jaw clenching as reality crashed back. I'd crossed a line I never cross—touched her without permission, without reason. The moment her restraints were gone, she clutched the sheets to her chest, those doe eyes watching my every move.
The air between us crackled with something dangerous. Something I couldn't afford to explore.
But as I turned to leave, one thought echoed in my mind: I wanted to touch her again.
I'm Cedar Wright, raised by adoptive parents who seemed to value me more for what I could do for them than for who I am. As I struggle to break free from their toxic hold, a six-year-old boy suddenly enters my life, calling me "Mommy." It's surreal—I'm still a virgin! Yet his presence brings warmth and hope to my otherwise mundane existence.
Soon, two more children come into my life, each wanting me to be their "Mommy" too. They're like little Cupids, bringing an unexpected romance into my life—one that involves their domineering father. I find myself drawn to him, despite my better judgment, but our relationship is fraught with uncertainty.
Just when I've completely fallen for him, he starts pulling away. Is it because his first love has resurfaced, or is his true nature finally emerging?