An Heir for the King
Prepare to be seduced by the Exile King.
Lady Olivia has been captured by the roguishly handsome Liam Taggart, the Exile King. She has lost everything she owns…except her innocence. Traitors lurk everywhere, and she quickly feels drawn to the outlaw–especially when he saves her life.
For the first time in her life, fertile Lady Olivia will be taken hard by the Exile King.
He clears his throat and leans forward. “It’s been a while since I’ve had a proper conversation with a woman. My formalities are…lacking. I prefer to be direct. Saves time.” His gaze roams my face once more, lit with a savage lust by the torches and candles surrounding us. “I assume you are unmarried.”
A deep blush blooms on my face. I turn away to hide it. Direct indeed. I have almost twenty years to my name, and have had twice as many marriage proposals, but any hope at a good marriage has been squandered by King Jacob and his false accusations.
“I have no husband, no lands, and no future, Exile King.”
“Hmm. You may call me Liam. Though I do enjoy the sound of that title coming from your mouth.”
“That is all you’ll get from my mouth.”
“I certainly hope not. Your mouth would look especially pleasing around my cock.”
So that’s why he is being so kind to me. I leap to my feet, and he is quick to do the same. “How dare—!” I take a swing at him, but he catches my wrist and holds it tightly. I struggle to get away but he only draws me closer to him.
“Feisty, aren’t you,” he mutters, taking a deep breath, running his nose along my exposed neck.
“Let me go.” But my plea is weak, and insincere. I have spent two days wandering the roads, getting lost in the never-ending forests, and being chased by men who want to kill me. For the first time in what feels like an eternity, I feel safe in someone’s arms.
Except those arms happen to be attached to a rogue. And my very fate could be in his hands.