BRIELLE’S POV Brielle's hands gripped Lord Darius's veiny manhood, slurping on the thick length. Cheers to her, thinking today's training would be similar to what Lady Delilah had done to her, but it wasn't. He'd told her it was a sex training, so they'd get right to the point and not waste any time. He'd break her and shape her to his liking, but he hadn't done anything yet because he only wanted her to pleasure him, and that she was doing. Knees down, as he had instructed, she would occasionally free her mouth from his dick, wanting to get some air before resuming the duty of making him orgasm.This was her second time doing this, and as she took him roughly, under his guidance, Brielle could tell from the groans he made that despite being a sex novice, she was doing a pretty good job.He had one hand wrapped around her hair, steadily guiding her lips in and out, while the other roved around her chest, quickly loosening the knots in her leather bra. Brielle felt a trickle of s
DARIUS POV "How is the training going?" Darius looked up from his books, watching Delilah's entrance into his home office majestically.She hadn't knocked, as she rarely did, and while he never saw it as a big deal, he was furious today that she hadn't announced her presence. What if he’d been doing something important? She would have barged in and interrupted him just like that.Darius gritted his teeth slowly, trying to calm himself down, knowing he had to let her know her limits soon. He'd put her in her place eventually, but for now, he'd play along and talk to her like he always did. Besides, this was the first day she was visiting him personally; ever since that night, he had decided to train Brielle personally, and he didn’t want to welcome her with some words of vexation."How are you, Delilah?" Darius asked, clearing his throat and flicking his chin as he stared at her for a moment. He had purposefully ignored her earlier question because he didn't want to discuss Briell
BRIELLE’S POV"Does he seem nice? Is he gentle with you?" Madeline asked her, abruptly changing the subject of their conversation, and Brielle immediately felt uneasy. Madeline had become incredibly close to her former enemy in the last few days. For someone who hated the public, always wanting to be her shy, recluse self, Madeline was incredibly pushing her boundaries. Brielle knew they both liked being able to talk around each other freely; it wasn't about the questions and answers or how much information they shared. No, it was about how at ease she was with her thoughts, and now this person was trying to push them out with every word she said. She simply didn't want to talk, but Madeline had other ideas. When she tried to be, the girl could be pretty persistent. They were now in the busy hallway, and Madeline had her hands tightly wrapped around her wrist as they pranced around. Brielle could feel the gaze of some maids passing by on her as she looked around, which made her f
BRIELLE’S POVBrielle looked at herself in the full-length mirror as the maids dressed her like the little sex slut she was for Lord Darius. Today was another day, and he was going to train her. Her outfit was different this time, as she was dressed in fur and animal skin material. The outfit left nothing to the imagination as it was cut out and sewn, exposing all her delicate body parts for all to see. All of the outfits she was to wear to the training, according to the maids, were explicitly chosen by Lord Darius, and she didn't know how to feel about it. Tonight, she vowed to herself that she would please him and gain his favor, as the previous two nights with him had been nothing short of a disaster. The first night, when he nearly damaged her privates, had been a flop, and the second night would have been even worse if it hadn't been for her pleas, but she had refused to let him penetrate her, and now she was deeply regretting it. Why the heck was she scared? It was just
DARIUS POVDarius controlled the rhythmic flow with Brielle’s wet lips encircling his finger, pushing in and out while whispering slutty words in her ears. She had taken over his senses once more. Damn it!When she had walked through that door into the darkness before the light got turned on, her mere presence made his wolf go gaga.The animal in him craved her in anticipation, wanting to mark her, and Darius couldn’t even control the raging feelings. Recounting the moments she’d stepped into the room, Darius hummed as he recalled everything.When he’d spotted her dainty frame clearly, his lips dropped open in surprise and appreciation. With his legs carrying him straight to her from the chair he had been sitting on to her still figure, Darius’s chest tightened instantly.Was it her curves he had noticed, or her agitation seemed to make her more appealing in his eyes? He had no answer, but now even when he had vowed not to do it anymore, he was taking things slow.The last meeting
BRIELLE’S POV"Arghhhh..." Brielle screamed in delight and pain as Lord Darius drove his manhood inside her without restraint or thought. She wanted to move her hands, to hold her lips together to stop her agonizing screams, but they were tied behind her, in his firm grip, and she couldn't do anything. Her moans became muffled as he plunged his dick into her, and tears streamed down her cheeks. It was excruciating. Whatever Madeline had said, this was far worse and... "Oh..." A new wave of pleasure washed over her, and she felt a finger and two on her clit rubbing slowly. He'd released his hands from her grip, no longer holding her tied hands, as his fingers expertly rubbed at her clit, and the pain she'd been experiencing was replaced with pleasure and an indescribable sensation. "Please, please..." She moaned and heard him say something.“You're so deliciously wet right now, and fuck it if I don't take you like an animal right now. Let go, turn into my wolfish form, mark you,
MADELINE’S POVMadeline eavesdropped as she stood by the door to Lord Darius' room, her ears stretching as she listened to Lord Darius and that bitch, Brielle's moans. She had crept from her bedroom to Lord Darius's chambers after learning from one of the maids that Brielle's session would be held there. Luring the guards standing by the corridor away, she had baited them with a sweet baked pie she had left in the kitchen, and as the three men scampered away, she had watched them with a smirk.Then she sauntered to the large door that housed Lord Darius’s chambers and proceeded to eavesdrop. As she listened, Madeline’s mind wandered as different thoughts assailed her. Lord Darius had seemingly abandoned the rest of the submissives for Brielle, especially her since she was new, and she didn't like this at all. If anything, it made her hate Brielle even more, and her loathing for her grew even more potent. Her hatred for the bitch was so intense that it forced the breath from her
BRIELLE’S POVBrielle's thighs and privates were in excruciating pain. Her thoughts took her to last night when Lord Darius had lost his restraint and fucked her hard as she stared at the ceiling, tears streaming down her face. Was it senseless or harsh? She was stumped as to what to call it. Everything had been fine the night before. The night when she finally got penetrated. She had been enjoying the pleasure mixed with pain, but then she had fucked up.What was it about him that made her crave power? That made her want to be in control. She inquired solemnly. It wasn’t his fault he had behaved that way toward her, right? She tried to think of a logical reason.She had taken control. She had wanted the sweet sensation she was experiencing to spread throughout her body, so she bucked behind him, pushing him to the edge, and the action provoked him. "God. I'm tired..." Brielle murmured to herself in the dim light, another wave of tears streaming down her cheeks as she sniffed.
BRIELLE'S POVHer heart fluttered like a flower picked from a peaceful garden. Brielle searched for words to convey how she felt as Darius hoisted her up the floor. Euphoria. Joy. Thrill. Delight. Excitement. Surprise. Yes. These words clearly defined the situation, but there was more going on. Something deeper. Something she couldn't quite put her finger on. Perhaps she didn't know what word to use, but it wasn't happiness. It was more than that. "My love. Mine, all mine..." Darius repeated in her ears as he twirled her around. After a few minutes, he dropped her back onto her feet.Brielle remained still for a moment, attempting to regain her breath. Her mind buzzed with so many different thoughts, and she felt dizzy and possibly lightheaded from all the dancing, but that didn't stop her from stretching her toes and kissing Darius on the cheek."How are you feeling?" Darius asked, and she replied. “I feel on top of the world. Or maybe I'm already flying through it; I have no idea
A MONTH LATERDARIUS' POVThe banquet went better than Darius had anticipated.He had hoped for a low-key and personal ceremony in which he could deliver the glad news to his people and seal the everlasting union with his partner, but the event planners had other ideas. They'd gone over and aboard, and he surprisingly approved. Every area of the castle was artistically ornamented with gold and scarlet decorations. Everything was stunning, from the beautiful wall tapestries to the intricate floral arrangements, and the crystal chandelier glowed like a light in the hall's center. It was ethereal. Just like the woman for whom this entire charade was intended. Darius smiled as he continued to glance around. His gaze swept through the guests in the room, mingling, drinking, and speaking in groups. He also watched the servants rushing around carrying platters, refilling drinks, and doing almost anything to keep the party going. Finally, his wandering attention was interrupted by the mo
BRIELLE’S POVThere wasn’t a force more powerful in the universe than love. At least, that was what Brielle was thinking as she watched Darius dress in front of the mirror.Her lips watered as he flexed his muscles to remove the white shirt that hugged his body's curves.They had both healed, and all that remained were the scars. Though as memories converged in her head, she nearly let out a whimper. She’d gone through a lot, and damn! Anytime she remembered the whippings, electric shocks, cold water dousing, and even days she went without food, tears streamed down her cheeks. It wasn't easy to forget what had happened, but with Darius, it was becoming easier than she had expected. He was at her side throughout the recovery process, and she couldn't have asked for anything more. "Like what you see?" Darius smirked, interrupting Brielle's thoughts.He was looking at her through the mirror, and when their eyes met, her cheeks flushed. She looked away."Umm." She murmured and said n
DARIUS POV Darius walked carefully down the corridor with his guards in tow. He’d woke up a few hours earlier, and all he could think about was seeing Brielle. The dream from the day before continued to torment him, keeping him half-awake all night. Now, all he wanted was to see and hug her tightly. Then he’d apologize for how he had neglected her—the anguish he'd caused her by not being present when she needed him most. And maybe she'd forgive him. But would she? The inexplicable torture she went through in Draken Havix's hands, as well as his irresponsible choice to send her out into the wild, was nothing short of horrific. It was unforgivable, and Brielle deserved much better. She deserved more than to be with a man like that. He was a coward and an idiot who couldn’t even admit that she had transformed him from who he used to be to a better person. But then, he was also a selfish fool, so he wouldn’t let her go. Not in this lifetime or the next. Regardless of these thought
SOME DAYS LATERBRIELLE'S POV Her eyelids fluttered slowly, and Brielle groaned softly as a dull pain throbbed through her temples. It took a few more attempts before she could open them properly, and eventually, they slid wide enough for her to see where she was.Brielle had to squint a little until her eyes adjusted to the light, which was in stark contrast to what she was used to - dim lighting, quiet, and empty space. 'Where was she?' She frowned and pondered, 'How did she get here?'.She tried to push herself up into a sitting position but froze when a sharp pain shot through her skull again."Damn it." She muttered quietly, lifting a hand to her forehead, only to discover that it was attached to something, and she could not move it. "Fuck! Where am I?" She cursed aloud and, with her eyes roaming, began taking inventory of the room. And that's when she noticed it. The familiar curtains dangling from the windows. The dark red couches facing one another, and gold-plated side ta
BRIELLE'S POVBrielle's eyes opened and shut as she slipped into and out of consciousness.Her entire body hurt; her head ached, and her chest was on fire. Her eyes were open, but she couldn't see anything, and her eyesight was fuzzy.She could only hear noises, low whispering voices that appeared to come from all directions simultaneously. She could also feel soft wisps of cool breeze on her skin, confirming that she was outside.She wasn't in that terrible cell anymore, being tortured by those evil men.But if she wasn't present, where was she? She remembered sprinting through the palace hallways, looking for a way out, but then...She slowly began to recollect what happened after that. Her memories were returning slowly. Brielle had planned to flee once the guards left, with the cell door open and the key having fallen out of their pocket by accident. She remembered scanning left and right to ensure she didn't knock into anyone. It seemed strange how empty the hallways were.She
DARIUS POVDarius fought with all of his strength. He hit and punched, channeling his inner strength until Draken was a bloody mess.Earlier, when Draken had transformed into a wolf and leaped at him, Darius had been prepared for it. His fangs and claws had sharpened, and he’d transformed into his lycanthrope wolf form. He rarely shifted, but when he did, he wasted no time. As a Lycan, he would always be faster than his opponent and better equipped to catch his prey. So when the man attacked, Darius didn't even think about what he could do. His beast form had switched to autopilot, and its instincts took over. He'd scarcely noticed anything when he attacked. He only felt the pain of the punches and strikes, which weren't too severe because he wasn't on the receiving end of them. Draken, on the other hand, was severely beaten. His hairy face was matted with blood, and there were several large gashes all over his body. At this point, he wasn't even fighting back, just squirming and
BRIELLE'S POV"What is happening?" Brielle overheard the question, as many guards entered the cell with troubled expressions."There is a very big problem." One of them spoke, and despite her weakness, Brielle managed to stretch her ears enough to hear what they were saying. "Which is? Can someone fucking talk to me?" Another guard inquired, and the whip in his hand tumbled to the floor. It fell with a resounding thud, and the sound echoed off the cell walls.The air seemed to cool even more. The room was silent for a long time until one of the guards spoke up again. "Master Draken and Lord Darius are…"Brielle's heart sank when she heard Darius's name."Goodness gracious please, let nothing happen to him…" The words came out of her mouth unexpectedly, almost in prayer, and a stray tear streamed down her left cheek. The guards resumed discussing, but this time in quiet tones, as if frightened Brielle would hear them. It irritated her, and she wanted to yell. She wanted to question t
BRIELLE'S POV "Please…" Brielle begged and screamed at the top of her lungs, but the guards did not stop. The more she pleaded, the more the torture increased, and they continued to whip her body with their batons.But she understood why this was happening. Darius was here again. He'd arrived yesterday, and while she hadn't seen him, the rate at which her torture had risen was clear evidence of this. Her agonizing yells were intended to convey a message to Darius. Draken was using it as a tactic to demonstrate that he still had the upper hand and leverage. Brielle's heart wrenched painfully as she thought of the wicked older man who held her captive. A shiver ran down Brielle's spine as she remembered their talk from last night.He'd informed her that Darius still loved her, and despite her misery, she couldn't deny that his words had given her hope. Even when he made insulting jokes about her and Darius's deaths, a small part of her brain ignored the unpleasant words and focused