Trapped With The Highlander King

I was the Duchess of Kensington, born to rule. Now, I am nothing but a servant to the barbarian king who shattered my world. King Alaric didn't just demand my castle; he demanded my absolute submission.

He stripped me of my silks and forced me into the humble gray wool of a chambermaid, but he left me with one reminder of my station: a corset he laces himself. Every morning, he pulls the cords until I can barely breathe, reminding me that my very life is a gift he grants. He demands I call him Master.

He demands I pour his wine and warm his bed while he dismantles the legacy of my betrothed. I should hate him. I should long for the Prince’s rescue.

But when Alaric looks at me with that raw, possessive hunger, I find myself craving the tightness of the laces and the weight of his hand more than I ever craved a crown.