DARIUS POVDarius watched as Brielle dropped to her knees upon hearing his command.Arching her back, she placed her hands on the floor exactly as he instructed, and with her eyes open, she stared right at him. She began to crawl towards him without further delay just as he counted the steps. "One... two... three..." As he watched her trembling figure, dressed in lacy lingerie and crawling towards him like a slut, he was more than aroused. Darius was irreversibly satisfied by the blue light from the room illuminating her skin and making her look more alluring. She was so obedient, not making any noise or arguing at all, and he liked it.Delilah appeared to have done well, and now it was his turn to dominate and claim her. He wasn’t the only one excited to be inside her tight virgin pussy wall, as his wolf was equally hungry to devour its mate. Hands flicking his lips, he said slowly, “Crawl faster to me.”His husky dominating voice resonated in the room, a devilish smirk curling
DARIUS POVDarius paced restlessly around the room, his hands on his waist as he waited for Lady Delilah’s arrival.He needed to clear the air, and he needed to know what training Brielle had received that had her underperforming. He didn't care that it was late; the mansion was still buzzing, and he knew Delilah would also be awake. Furthermore, whenever he had sessions with new submissives, Delilah would always stay at the mansion because she would check on them afterward to see if they had done well. But tonight would be different because he was filled with rage that he couldn't even describe. The images of Eve kept flashing through his mind, only to be replaced by Brielle repeatedly, and it disgusted him. Her moans and sobs rang in his ears, and the sight of her trembling naked figure on his bed made him curse aloud. “Fuck!” As he continued to pace his chambers, he twisted his neck and cracked his knuckles. He had put on his trousers after the embarrassing moment, his hard
BRIELLE’S POV Brielle slid to the ground, tears pouring out of her eyes in waves as she began to sob, shutting the door of her room instantly. She buried her face in her thighs, hands folded around her legs, clutching what was left of her tattered robe, not caring that her makeup was already smeared across her hands. She couldn't keep it in any longer, and the thought of Lady Delilah coming to scold her made everything worse. Her entire body ached, her heart had been shattered, and her wolf was extremely disappointed in her. She could hear its howls and her subconscious telling her countless times that she had messed up horribly and that all she had to do now was wait for her nemesis to catch up with her. She knew that tonight's events would spread like wildfire throughout the mansion. She had heard murmurs from the guards and maids as she walked to her room, head bowed in shame and half-stricken. Aside from that, she could feel their gazes bore a hole in her back, and she was
BRIELLE’S POVBrielle was still reeling from the humiliation of being thrown out of Lord Darius' room the night before, and she couldn't handle the scorn that greeted her the next morning when she went to the public dressing area. News, they said, traveled like wind, and it seemed to have had a blissful journey.Brielle wished she was still in bed, and when she remembered Madeline's visit last night, she felt slightly relieved.While she walked, she noticed the maids pointing at her, the submissives looking at her with scorn and disappointment, and the guards curling their lips in a demeaning smirk. She would break down soon, that she knew, but still, Brielle had to face them all today because she couldn’t be in hiding forever.She should've been resting. If she had done her duties well last night, then she would have still been in bed, recuperating, making up, and recovering lost energy, but she had failed, and Lady Delilah had sent for her. Brielle dared to think about what woul
DARIUS POV"Leave her alone." Darius's voice echoed throughout the room, and he knew it because all eyes were on him, and amidst the stunned expressions on everyone's faces, his gaze was drawn to Brielle, who was trembling on the floor. He'd arrived at the submissive training room earlier, eager to learn what Delilah had in store for Brielle. He'd heard the maids whispering about it as he walked through the mansion grounds with Rocky, and with curiosity nagging at him, he swiveled around to the room, only to be met with a sight he didn't like at all. He had entered the room quietly, and lucky enough, no one had noticed him because everyone's attention was on Brielle and Delilah, who appeared to be putting on a show. His eyes widened when he saw Delilah grab one of the toughest whips, and he proceeded to observe everything that was going on. He overheard Delilah saying she would severely punish Brielle, and then he watched as she did so. The cold bucket of water to be poured on
DARIUS POV"What made you decide to burden me last night?" As he stood behind Brielle, his breath fanned the hair on her shoulders, and he leaned in slowly, with his hands pleated at his back. He heard her hitch of breath as he asked her this question, knowing that he was affecting her, but she said nothing. She was trembling and shaking so badly that Darius wanted to wrap his arms around her and comfort her, but everyone in the room was watching them. Not that he cared about their opinion or that they could do anything to him, but he didn’t want to cause more rumors between the maids, submissive and guards.After the little scene earlier, where he had stopped Lady Delilah from punishing her, Darius had decided to question her behavior from last night because he needed an explanation.He'd fucking apologized to her, which was unusual for him. He had no idea what had happened to him, but he was spilling out the five-lettered apology words from his lips, and she seemed to accept the
BRIELLE’S POVThe stunned expressions on the maids' faces in the room were similar to Lady Delilah's and mirrored Brielle's. Her mouth dropped open in shock, her eyes widened, and her hand trembled as she replayed the words in her head. Lord Darius was removing any hold Lady Delilah had on him, and he would now be in charge of her training. She had no idea if this was something good, and the thought sent shivers down her spine. Her feet taped blindly on the tiled floor, her teeth chattering, and Lord Darius still had time to lean close to her ear and say amidst the small murmurs that seemed to have broken out in the group, "Be calm. You'll be fine.”First, he had apologized to her for last night, and now this, and she was just bewildered.Why was this so?What was he trying to do, and did he have any hidden motive?Many thoughts raced through her mind, questions she couldn't even begin to answer. Brielle said nothing to him, her head bowed in fear, as she was afraid to look up ag
FOUR DAYS LATER BRIELLE’S POV The days that followed Lord Darius taking over Brielle's submissive training role flew by. Her mornings were filled with the same routine: waking up, bathing, and pumping herself up in the public dressing room amid murmurs, stares, and pointing fingers. Brielle spent her afternoons in her room, sleeping or sitting alone or with Madeline, who now visited her room regularly, and she couldn't deny that she enjoyed her frenemy's company. It seemed strange, the last thing she would have expected, that Madeline, who had looked at her with such disgust and hatred the first few days in the mansion, was now her friend, but she liked it. When she wasn't talking to Madeline or sleeping, she would spend her afternoons staring out the window and into space. Brielle was relieved and a bit happy with Lady Delilah's strange absence these past few days. She had no idea where the mansion's mistress had gone too, but Brielle couldn't deny that her absence made every