The Hungry Tyrant’s Bedroom

“If I shove mine in here again today, will my wife break?” Floria, the unloved princess, was married off like a mere commodity to the ruthless tyrant, Aidan. As the rumors said, the man was rough and unyielding. The wedding night. With a brute force, he grabbed her delicate waist and mercilessly thrust inside. His muscles, which smacked against her hips, were as hard as stone. Soft flesh was pressed and crushed, birthing both pleasure and pain in tandem. “I never knew women were such fragile creatures.” In the hands that had been stained with the blood of countless people, anything would easily crumble. “And I never knew you would drive me this insane.” Every time he moved his hips, ...