Caged by the Fae kingUpdated at Apr 6, 2026, 09:58
Trigger Warning: ‘Dark romance for mature readers only. Contains dubious consent, captivity, degradation, choking, knife play, violence, blackmail, and heavy emotional trauma. All characters are adults. Purely fictional.”***************“You’re not my wife. You’re a hole I paid for. Cry if you want—those pretty tears only make me harder.” He wraps one big hand around her throat, thumb pressing just enough to make her gasp, while his other hand forces her thighs wider.“Beg me to stop if it hurts. I won’t. But maybe… if you’re good and take every inch like the desperate little thing you are, I will let you come.”Her dove-grey eyes fill with tears, voice trembling even as her body arches into the pain.“Llyon… please…”He laughs low, dark, and cruel against her ear.“Please what, little human? Please ruin you? Please keep you locked in this cage until you forget what freedom tastes like?”***************************Everett Harlow thought her family’s hate was the worst thing she’d ever feel. Then her father sold her to settle a debt. Delivered in a cheap white dress to the ruthless fae king Llyon Vaelor, she becomes nothing but a warm, willing body in his cold empire. He doesn’t want a bride. He wants obedience. From the first night he pins her down and tells her she’s just a hole to use, Llyon makes the rules clear: stay out of his sight, never enter the north wing, and spread for him whenever his mood turns dark. Choking, degradation, the sharp edge of a blade against her skin—every touch is a reminder that she belongs to him. But those big dove eyes keep watching him with stupid hope. Her soft voice asks questions that crack his ice. And slowly, the man who swore he felt nothing starts stalking her through his own house, fighting the urge to break her… and the even stronger urge to keep her forever. When the ancient curse in his blood starts waking up, Llyon’s obsession turns feral. He’ll lock her down, ruin her, claim her in every filthy way—because letting her go might destroy them both. In this world of fae kings, wolf mafia, and blood-soaked deals, love isn’t soft. It’s a cage. And he’s never letting the key out of his sight.