All Chapters of A TASTE OF TEMPTATION: Vampire King And His Hybrid Bride: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Asshole had made his stance abundantly clear—there was no room for negotiation. He had orchestrated this conflict, rejecting every opportunity for reconciliation. His arrogance, his stubborn refusal to listen, had led us all to this inevitable confrontation. From the very beginning, when the Fates had woven our paths together, he chose to ignore all counsel. Not even his own brother, who had desperately tried to reason with him and urge him to treat me with decency, could make him see sense.This was the Alpha King in all his glory: relentless, self-centered, and impervious to logic. His inability to adapt or reconsider his actions had set these events in motion, and now, despite the deep sorrow that weighed on my heart, despite the mourning for what might have been, there was no escaping the reality. The battle was a certainty. There was no other choice.I had always feared that if he ever ascended to power, he would become a tyrant, a leader driven by his own desires rather than the

While she moaned in pleasure, her eyes filled with trust and adoration, I injected a heavy dose of my venom into her veins. It was agonizing for me, seeing her this way, knowing that she could never fight the darkness within her. My heart shattered as fate twisted cruelly. My Bride couldn’t escape her own nature.With tears burning my eyes, I had placed my slumbering Bride in a coffin and buried it deep within the earth, leaving her in an eternal sleep until I could find a way to cure her thirst.Not a single day passed without her on my mind.In my quest to find a cure, I had attracted the wrong person—a mage I believed to be powerful enough to create a potion that could heal my Bride. He had discovered where she lay. When I returned to retrieve her, I found that the ward I had set was broken, and her coffin had been shattered. She was gone. I spent an entire century searching for her, but the one who took her remained elusive, like a shadow.That is, until I finally discovered where

“Do I look like a psychic to you?” I snapped, irritated by the assumption that I’d regret it. I was still a little pissed at his earlier smugness, but I refused to back down now. “I’m not a fortune teller. You want to fuck me? Then let’s do it. We can worry about regrets later.”He eyed me, his gaze now dark with interest and amusement, but there was something else there too—tenderness, maybe, though it was hidden behind the layers of his gruff exterior. “You’re jealous,” he observed, his voice softer now, almost teasing.“Not jealous,” I lied, though I could feel the twinge of it. “Just don’t expect me to let you off the hook that easily.”He sighed, his shoulders relaxing just a bit. “No one deserves a pass on what I did to you,” he admitted, his voice full of guilt and something else—regret, perhaps. “I don’t blame you for hating me. I’ve hated and loathed myself for ages.”I softened a little at his confession, though I still wasn’t ready to let him off the hook. For over a centur

I sank down his length, slowly at first before I slammed into its base. We both gasped at the impact. His shaft was so deep inside me I believed its tip had gotten into my womb.Grabbing his shoulders to anchor me, and with my feet planted on either side of his powerful thighs, I started to move up and down his long, hard length. It was fun. I picked up speed before I halted.I threw my head back and closed my eyes just to enjoy the fullness his rock-hard cock made me feel. It was so massive that it filled up every inch of space and stretched my walls deliciously. Without me needing to move and work hard, pleasure already swelled within me.Jason, however, didn’t understand the beauty of being still. He gripped my hips and lifted me up and down his length while he thrust up into me with savage force. And people called me a barbarian!I moaned and cried at the increasing pleasure. I opened my eyes to gaze at the vampire and signaled him to let me do the rest of the work. I then rode hi

The vision flickered for a moment, as if the connection was weakening, but it surged back, stronger now, pulling me deeper into their world. It wasn’t just a glimpse; it was a full-blown scene, unfolding before my very eyes. They were speaking to each other in low, hurried tones, their words barely audible, but I could feel the weight of their conversation. It was a secret—something they didn’t want anyone to hear, something they feared might get out. A shiver ran down my spine. I wanted to look away, to shut it all out, but I couldn’t. I was trapped in this vision, forced to witness their exchange, to understand the depths of their lies and their twisted plans.I felt a presence behind me then—a darker force, something ancient and terrifying, pulling at the edges of my consciousness. The vampire, my vampire, was still there, watching, waiting, his eyes filled with a quiet understanding, as if he too had seen this moment unfold before.I wanted to scream, to ask what it meant, but th