Transmigrated into the body of a poisoned queen

Yvonne's POV

His grip was like iron, strong. I struggled, but it was pointless, I couldn't even budge.

"Let me go, you bastard!" I thrashed, or at least, I thought I did. In truth, I barely moved. His body heat burned against my back, yet he wasn't even touching me. That was the worst part. If he had been holding me down with his body, it would have made sense. But no. Just his hand on my wrist, and I was utterly trapped.

He was strong, I had to give him that. And that just proved there was no justice in this world. How could someone so evil be this unfairly built? Handsome, towering, and strong? If there was any balance in the universe, he'd at least have a tiny dick. That would explain why he was so damn grumpy all the time.

"Cease this defiance." His voice was cold, edged with something dark. "I care not that you are my queen consort, you shall be punished."

His grip tightened. A sharp jolt of pain shot through my wrist, lancing down my arm. It felt like he could snap my bones with just a squeeze.

"You're hurting me!" I snarled, but the icy bastard only leaned in, his breath ghosting over my ear. A low chuckle followed, humorless and chilling. Goosebumps rippled down my spine.

Damn it. Why was he still so sexy?

"Kneel," he repeated, his voice dipping even lower. I hadn't thought that was possible. How deep had his voice been as a child? No, what was I thinking? Yvonne, get it together. This man would snap your neck in half without a second thought. He was probably born a demon.

"Kneel," he repeated, his tone unwavering. "I command it, and my word is absolute."

I scoffed. "I will not kneel. I command that."

The moment the words left my mouth, he yanked me off the wall. His left hand went to my throat, firm, unrelenting. His other hand still had my wrist in a vice grip. And yet, his body didn't touch mine. Like he refused to.

And that made me smile and a thought came to mind.

"Ugh," I moaned, letting my body go limp. His fingers twitched around my throat and wrist, just a fraction.

I smirked. He didn't know who he was dealing with. I liked a little pain. Unfortunately for him, this position was straight out of my fantasies. Sure, it was terrifying because he wasn't a dom, he was a tyrant. But that just made it hotter.

"Tighter," I breathed, tilting my head back. I arched slightly, attempting to rub against him, but he shoved me away before I could make contact.

I turned to face him, my smirk widening.

He wanted me to kneel?

Fine.

I dropped to my knees before him, my pride screaming in protest. This wasn't submission. This was strategy.

He thought he was in control.

I was going to ruin him.

"This is what you wanted, Your Majesty," I purred, my tone mockingly sweet.

He stared down at me, his gaze annoyingly calm. Damn. I wanted to see him lose control, just once. How would he look if he let that cold mask slip? If he showed me the real him?

Fuck, what am I thinking?

He said nothing.

I leaned in, kneeling closer, but he didn't move back. Slowly, I licked my lips. His eyes flickered, following the movement. Then I glanced down at his slacks.

Before he could react, my hand reached out, brushing against his crotch. His body tensed instantly, and before he could shove me away, I pressed my face against him, rubbing like a cat in heat.

And then, I froze.

It was confirmed, There was definitely no justice in this world.

My eyes widened as I took in the outline beneath the fabric. That was unexpected. And he wasn't even hard. God help me.

If it was this big now… what would it look like erect? Would it have a broad mushroom head? I love thick cocks, be it a strap-on or the real thing, but the latter? Oh, I prefer the latter.

My mouth watered at the thought.

Damn it, if only he were from the future. I would have ridden him so hard, he'd forget his own name.

I didn't even realize I was doing it, but I was already mouthing the outline of his cock, pressing my lips against the fabric.

"You are utterly disgraceful," his voice snapped me out of my daze.

"Silence your filthy tongue before I cut it out myself."

I had almost forgotten that such beauty belonged to a monster. But I didn't care… right now anyways.

I blinked up at him, innocent. "I know. But you're not pushing me away… so can I suck your dick?"

His eyes went comically wide, and for a split second, I nearly burst out laughing.

But I didn't want to laugh.

I wanted to fuck.

I wanted him.

I wanted him to ram me into this floor like I was nothing but his plaything.

But then, he shoved me away.

Taking a step back, he spat, "On your feet, be gone from my sight."

His voice was colder than ice, but he wouldn't look at me.

I tilted my head, watching him. Then, slowly, I smiled.

"Why?" My fingers trailed lazily down my body. "I'm your wife. Don't you want to fuck me?"

His jaw tightened, a muscle jumping at his temple. His hands clenched at his sides, like he was holding himself back from killing me.

"Out of my sight."

The roar echoed through the chamber, slamming into me like a physical force. I flinched, my body tensing.

Damn.

I was stubborn, but I wasn't stupid. I knew when to stop. I still wanted to leave this place alive.

So, without another word, I stood, turned, and pulled the door open.

Immediately, gasps. Scrambling. Guards, maids, ladies-in-waiting, advisors, they all scattered, suddenly pretending they hadn't been eavesdropping.

I took a deep breath.

I wanted to turn back. To steal one last glance at him.

But I didn't.

I stepped forward, rounding the corner, my ladies-in-waiting hurrying behind me.

As I made my way back to my chambers, a single, unwelcome thought crept into my mind.

Curiosity.

I should not be curious about that icy bastard.

No.

The only thing I should be curious about… was how to escape this world.