I Dumped The King & Married A Marquess
WARNING: MATURED CONTENT!
“Fuck Adelheid.” He growled, his breath hot against my throat.
I gasped as my back hit the cold stone wall, his hand tearing apart my garment before clasping itself around my blossoms.
“You don’t want him..” He murmured, lips brushing over my jaw. “You want me.”
My palm pressed against his chiseled chest, a weak attempt at resistance, but my body betrayed me, arching into him instead despite the engagement ring still wrapped around my finger.
The ring given to me by another man who had chosen me before the entire Kingdom. The man I was supposed to love.
“Say it, Adelheid.”
I swallowed hard, heart pounding.
“I.. want you.” I finally whispered.
That was all he needed. His mouth crashed against mine, fierce and claiming. His gloved hands slid down underneath my gown, gripping my thighs and pressing me further into him.
A shameless moan slipped from my lips.
I should have stopped this. I should have pulled away.
But I didn’t.
Because no matter how hard I tried to deny it, he had already ruined me.
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Adelheid had always been overlooked.
Called useless, unworthy, ugly. A noble by birth, but of low rank that it meant nothing. She was a shadow in every room, a disappointment in every conversation. Even he thought so.
Until the day everything changed.
Dragged from the background and placed directly into the spotlight—she had been betrothed to His Majesty himself.
Of course, she thought she’d be happy. Who wouldn’t? The king was kind, respectable and everything a man should be. A life of security, power, admiration—it was a dream.
But her heart..
Her heart was ugly for something else.
Something darker, something she shouldn’t want.
He had clearly drawn the line. He had pushed her away. He had made it known he didn’t want her, even going to the extent of wanting her dead.
But yet, she still wanted him.
What in the world was wrong with her?
