Knotting His Runaway Queen
Ongoing · Agatha Christie
Running for my life, I tumble straight into a hidden underground palace of nightmares.
The Bride-Selection slaughter is underway—no girl has survived in ten years. Bodies torn apart, blood everywhere.
Then the monstrous black dragon lowers its massive head… and gently nuzzles my palm like a lovesick puppy.
The man on the throne stares down with violet eyes.
"You don't get to run anymore. You're my queen now."
That same night he rips away every scrap of silk, pins me to the freezing dragon-sized bed, and shoves his thick, burning cock so deep I scream until my voice breaks.
"Try escaping again," he growls against my ear, hips slamming into me without mercy, "and I'll chain you to this bed and fuck you until you can't even crawl."
This terrifyingly beautiful monster—what deadly secrets is he hiding?
And me, the runaway bride his dragon picked… will I ever break free from his cage?
The Bride-Selection slaughter is underway—no girl has survived in ten years. Bodies torn apart, blood everywhere.
Then the monstrous black dragon lowers its massive head… and gently nuzzles my palm like a lovesick puppy.
The man on the throne stares down with violet eyes.
"You don't get to run anymore. You're my queen now."
That same night he rips away every scrap of silk, pins me to the freezing dragon-sized bed, and shoves his thick, burning cock so deep I scream until my voice breaks.
"Try escaping again," he growls against my ear, hips slamming into me without mercy, "and I'll chain you to this bed and fuck you until you can't even crawl."
This terrifyingly beautiful monster—what deadly secrets is he hiding?
And me, the runaway bride his dragon picked… will I ever break free from his cage?
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