A PRINCESS IN DISGUISE; BOUND TO THE ENEMY KING
Ongoing · Jennifer Nwabueze
"Do you understand, Raven? You are mine, and mine alone."
His possessive growl sends shivers down my spine as his fingers work the laces of my nightgown. When the fabric falls away, his darkened eyes devour every inch of me.
"Say my name again."
"Liam," I breathe, and he rewards me with his mouth on my skin, my throat, my collarbone, lower still until his tongue circles my nipples and I'm crying out, fingers tangled in his hair.
"Don't close your mouth, little Swan. Scream if you must."
His hand slides up my thigh, pushing my nightgown to my waist. When his fingers finally reach my leaking center, the pleasure is so intense I can barely think.
"Please," I beg, not even knowing what I'm asking for.
I was never meant to wear a crown. I was a maid. A servant forced to bow and bleed at the whim of the Royals.
The king of Belgravia demanded peace, and so his daughter was promised to the enemy king.
Only…it wasn’t the princess who entered that carriage. It was me.
Now, I wear her Identity. I bear a royal name.
And I am bound to Liam, the ruthless rebel-king, whispered to be a monster who kills without mercy.
Liam looks at me with suspicion, yet shields me with a fierceness I have never experienced from anyone. He calls me his wife, but I call myself a liar.
For if he ever discovers the truth—that I am no princess but a servant in disguise—my head will roll before the throne.
His possessive growl sends shivers down my spine as his fingers work the laces of my nightgown. When the fabric falls away, his darkened eyes devour every inch of me.
"Say my name again."
"Liam," I breathe, and he rewards me with his mouth on my skin, my throat, my collarbone, lower still until his tongue circles my nipples and I'm crying out, fingers tangled in his hair.
"Don't close your mouth, little Swan. Scream if you must."
His hand slides up my thigh, pushing my nightgown to my waist. When his fingers finally reach my leaking center, the pleasure is so intense I can barely think.
"Please," I beg, not even knowing what I'm asking for.
I was never meant to wear a crown. I was a maid. A servant forced to bow and bleed at the whim of the Royals.
The king of Belgravia demanded peace, and so his daughter was promised to the enemy king.
Only…it wasn’t the princess who entered that carriage. It was me.
Now, I wear her Identity. I bear a royal name.
And I am bound to Liam, the ruthless rebel-king, whispered to be a monster who kills without mercy.
Liam looks at me with suspicion, yet shields me with a fierceness I have never experienced from anyone. He calls me his wife, but I call myself a liar.
For if he ever discovers the truth—that I am no princess but a servant in disguise—my head will roll before the throne.
