When I woke up on a different freaking planet, I was pretty sure my day couldn't get any worse. I was wrong. The aliens who found me decided I was sent from heaven and that I should be given to their king - who has a somewhat dubious reputation. Turns out their king is a demon. Of course he's wicked af. It'd be weird if he wasn't. Before you can say hissy fit, I get tied to a tree and left to be sacrificed like some innocent young virgin. Problem is, I'm none of those things. What if he's disappointed? Then again... what if he isn't? And when Krav the Demon King comes to claim his waiting gift, I'm not sure which is worse: the way my body responds to him, or the way the feeling seems to be mutual...