Colorful_madness

MATURE THEMES: Slavery …TW elements


After her family is brutally murdered in front of her by the Vampire King, Zyren Blackthorn, for being hunters, Aria is left broken and devastated, desperate for death. 

Her world is shattered when Zyren, instead of killing her, claims her as his pet, dragging her away from her village into the heart of the central city.  As a human slave, she is forced to endure his sadistic desires. Every night, he reminds her of her helplessness, but beneath his cruelty lies an obsession that burns with intensity. 

Despite her hatred and longing for revenge, Aria’s body betrays her, and she finds herself caught between a dark desire and her desperate need for revenge.

Excerpt:

Aria’s breath hitched as Zyren’s fingers traced the line of her jaw, his touch colder than ice, yet searing her skin with the promise of more. She should resist, should fight back, but her body betrayed her—shivering, craving the pleasure she knew he could give.

“You thought I’d kill you,” Zyren murmured, his voice a dark purr. “But instead, you’ll belong to me. Every part of you will be mine.”

Her lips parted to speak, but the words caught in her throat. The memory of her family’s blood staining her hands made her stomach churn as she glared hatefully at him.

“Tell me,” he growled, his hands moving lower, pressing against the softness of her skin, “do you still wish to die?”

She clenched her fists, tears threatening to spill, but her body trembled under his touch. 

“I wish for nothing but to be free of you,” she spat, but even as the words left her lips, she felt the hunger in her—a hunger she hated but couldn’t deny as she stared into his red eyes.

A need to PRESENT herself to him and have him mount her…body and soul.

The Vampire King's Pet

Finally, the carriage came to a complete stop in front of a villa. The wheels creaked one last time before stillness set in, and Rymora had no choice but to step down, the hem of her uniform brushing against her ankles as she paid the driver what little she owed.

"Should I wait for you?" the human driver asked, his voice gruff with age, white hair fringing his cap and his wrinkled eyes darting around nervously at how late the night had grown.

But Rymora simply shook her head, her answer silent but firm. She didn't have enough money to keep him waiting, not for an unpredictable amount of time. And besides, she had no idea how long she would be inside Lord Drehk's villa.

Unwilling Alliances