The room was a warzone of shattered control, papers scattered across the floor, the air heavy with the musky scent of sweat and unrestrained lust. Isabella, the indomitable queen, stood defiant against the polished mahogany desk, her emerald eyes blazing with arrogance, her tattered green gown clinging to her voluptuous curves like a second skin. Her chest heaved, lips parted, daring Aiden to make his move. But Aiden was no longer the man she'd toyed with—his gaze burned with primal hunger, his hard, throbbing cock straining against his trousers, a weapon ready to dismantle her pride.
"You think you're untouchable, Your Highness?" he growled, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that sent a shiver through her spine. He stepped closer, towering over her, his presence a wall of raw, unyielding power. "I'm going to fuck you until that crown you wear is nothing but dust."
