MADELINE’S POV"Oh Lord Darius, fuck me like that..." Madeline muttered slowly, her hands in her panties, her fingers buried between her cunt as she stroked herself.She closed her eyes and imagined Lord Darius on top of her, his hands encircling both sides of her body as he drove his thick, long shaft inside her."Oh yes…" Madeline muttered again, this time raising the volume of her moans and shaking her legs.Fuck! She cursed within herself, biting her lips as she continued to finger herself.It’d been a long time since she had ridden herself to orgasm or had a man restructure her insides, and when she went to clean Lord Darius earlier today, the sight of his erect dick was all it took to make her sex-crazed. She’d even gotten wet upon seeing the thick bulge.Damn! She couldn't help but masturbate to the insane sexy images of him fleeting in her head, swarming around like a pack of flies.Just seeing him in different sex positions while he fucked the shit out of her was enough to br
BRIELLE’S POVBrielle's breathing became more rapid as the two guards led her down the corridor slowly.Despite her curiosity about who this buyer was, Brielle kept in mind that she was only an enslaved person, and she needed to be cautious.However, try as she may, she did her best, craning her neck and trying to catch anything, but she couldn’t.She didn’t hear a thing, and she was partially blind, too, because of the blindfold covering her eyes.There wasn't even a pin drop needle on the floor, and all she could hear were their feet tapping noisily on the marbled tiled floor.How she knew that the floor was marble tiled, she had no idea, but she was sure of her assumptions, and they never let her down.Shaking her head softly, she tried again to hear something, anything, even if it was just the sound of an insect hissing nearby, but her efforts were useless.Where the fuck were they? Still in the building leading her past rooms, or what? She was more than perplexed.She tried using
DARIUS POVDarius looked around at the small crowd in front of him.Some of his maids, guards, and submissives were huddled together, standing in twos and threes.He had chosen them specifically because he wanted to give a speech that’d be passed down to their coworkers.Earlier, after meeting with Rocky—his bodyguard, who served as his aide and assistant in trivial matters—they’d discussed the next course of action to take regarding Brielle, and the hefty guard had also urged him to make some things known in the mansion—the mansion which appeared to have changed after Lady Delilah's death.Not in a good or bad way, but one thing Darius knew was that he had a lot of things to say and do tonight.There were things he needed to address regarding the mansion's affairs, and with a glance at Madeline, the ever-helpful submissive, Darius remembered he also needed to apologize.She was standing right beside him, and she bowed her head respectfully in greeting as their eyes locked.Replying w
BRIELLE’S POVShe felt strong hands catch her before she could fall to the ground.The two guards in the room had come to her aid, and she didn’t like it at allBlinking her eyes incessantly, Brielle tried to remove the image in front of her, but it was still stuck there.Cassius Warren, her father, was still alive.Her lips trembled this time as she remembered the day their house caught fire.She had crawled out of the smoke-filled house, exhausted and in pain.What had he been doing that day?Brielle had no idea why, but she had a sinister thought that she refused to believe.Did her father set fire to the house on purpose? Had he left her to die? He had probably planned to kill her, and now that she wasn't dead as he had hoped, he was going to do it all over again.Is that why he had bought her? Why he'd duped her as well, treating her luxuriously and masking the horror she would face. “No, no.” She kept muttering, and a gasp escaped her lips as she remembered how she’d cried the
DARIUS POVDarius stared out the car window, hands folded under his jaw, as he imagined the entire activity that was about to occur in his head.Along with his security entourage, they were all going to the slave handler's place with the money that’d been requested.Rocky, as usual, was seated beside him as the car drove them to the large field where Madeline had taken him that day.This was the first step in their plan, and Darius smiled darkly, his eyes dimming as he thought about what he would do to those men when he finished.Every single one of them was going to face his deadly wrath. For believing Delilah and laying their hands on his mate—a woman he’d half-marked and staked his claim on.Damn! Darius's chest tightened as he thought about Brielle and what she must have gone through.She must have been groped, and someone must have fucked her or..."Damn it!” He almost yelled as he stretched his hands and cracked his knuckles.He could feel Rocky's gaze on him, but he couldn't a
BRIELLE’S POV“No, no…” Brielle whimpered softly, closing her eyes, unable to block out her father's harsh words from the night before.Even though it was morning, she couldn't sleep because every time she closed her eyes, images of her father sitting in that chair filled her head.The sinister look on his face and the smirk on his lips as he said those hurtful words to her reminded her of her dreadful past. Worse, she was now in a freezing cell, soaked to the bone and drenched in ice-cold water poured on her the night before.She remembered being dragged back here after her father seemed to have ordered it, severing the order of the boss who had purchased her.The same boss and mysterious stranger who forced them to treat her well, but now that her father was in charge, it appeared that he was determined to make her suffer, and he would go to any length to ensure that.Brielle huddled herself, her teeth chattering and wrapping her arms around her body; she tried to stifle the painfu
DARIUS POVThe vehicle entourage drove quickly into the enormous compound, and Darius, sitting in his jeep, drew his gaze out of the car to the windows, his eyes briefly scanning the building.He saw some men standing there, armed with rifles, and then nothing.This was also a slave trading house, and Darius knew that the outside would be sparsely populated with men, in contrast to how the inside would appear.As the jeep came to a halt in front of the entrance, Darius didn't even wait for his guards to open the car door; he did it himself.Rocky also stepped out of the car, followed by the man who’d accompanied them from the field to this location—their guide per se."Let’s go inside, please.” The stout man mumbled, his hands outstretched, attempting to lead the way, but Darius remained motionless."Call the owner out here.” Darius said quickly, his face stoic. “I don't want to enter this filthy place."Even though his voice was loud enough for the men around him to hear, Darius was
BRIELLE’S POV'I'm at a loss for words at this point, but I pity the poor girl. To believe Cassius Warren is her father, and she is being treated in this manner...' Brielle cried all night as the words of the guard played over and over in her head.All the tortures she had endured on her way here did not hurt her as much as this situation did. Her father was involved in this. He had a hand in this predicament she was facing. He wasn't dead, and he and the mysterious buyer, clearly his boss, had strange, sinister plans for her.What did they intend to do with her? Was she still going to be sold and passed from man to man like an animal?What was happening to her? Where was Lord Darius? Or was her entire existence a joke to these creeps?Brielle's heart pounded painfully, and she kept telling herself that it was all a dream and that she would wake up and everything would be fine, but the more she said it, the more reality stared back at her.Her thoughts were scattered, her brain was