DARIUS POV Her lips had a peach flavor to them.Smelt like apples and tasted like peaches, so soft and alluring he felt like munching on them and kissing her forever.His heart clenched softly as he gently caressed her hair, guiding her tongue in slow rhythmic movements as their lips danced. Darius didn't want this moment to end, and her soft moan was getting into his head, making him go insane in the worst way possible. His hand sauntering downwards, he left her hair until he was touching her shoulders, chest, and then her boobs. Darius could feel her rising nipples, and now he wanted nothing more than to rip the flimsy robe from her body and fall on her, worshiping her. He started to move, pushing her towards the small queen-sized bed, but she tore her lips away from his and asked the question that made him instantly chill. "Shouldn't we go to the training room? Or... or you know, we could go to your room if you want." She stammered out the final words, and Darius could tell s
BRIELLE’S POV"That's my girl..." Lord Darius said those last words to Brielle before slipping his cock out of her shaky legs and kissing her forehead.His hands were draped all over her body, and Brielle couldn't move for a moment as she tried to process what had just happened. Lord Darius had entered her room, half drunk, and confessed that he missed her. After giving her some hot blowing orgasm with his mouth and fingers, he proceeded to fuck her hard, leaving her breathless as she was now. She couldn't believe it because it felt surreal and unimaginable, but again he was Lord Darius. He was the master of the mansion and could do whatever he wanted without anyone questioning him. He quickly shut her up when she asked if going to the training room was the best thing to do, saying he made the rules in the mansion and could change them. Brielle clenched her legs tightly as a small smile crept up her lips, and silence engulfed the entire room. He was still holding her, breathin
BRIELLE’S POV~’ That's her, Warren’s scorned daughter.’‘Smack her!’‘We'd kill her right now. She's nothing but a scumbag and a witch.’Brielle raised her hands above her head as the villagers and people around her continued to throw stones at her. She had no idea why she had come here or what she had done wrong this time. She couldn't even remember how they had dragged her out of her house and into the open square, where they had pelted her with stones, dirty water, rotten eggs, pellets, and whatever else they could think of. She couldn't even bring her hands to her nose because she stank so badly. Her clothes were clinging to her skin, sloppy and wet. There was nothing she could do about it, and she couldn't cry or scream at them to stop because she would be wasting her time. "What happened to the cloth?" She heard an all too familiar deep masculine voice ask from afar, and she tried to look up amidst the crowd around her to see if she could catch a glimpse of who this perso
DARIUS POV "I believe that's all, thank you." Darius rasped out, immediately hanging up the phone and putting it in his pocket. Closing his eyes briefly, he allowed the cool air from the open tinted windows to wash over him as he relaxed his back on the limousine seat. He didn't know how or when, but his mind was instantly filled with illicit images of Brielle in various positions while he fucked her.He'd left her peacefully sleeping with a kiss on her forehead this morning, and she hadn't even stirred. Her soft breathing indicated that she was utterly exhausted. He tried ruffling his hair to distract himself from the previous night's events, but it didn't work. He didn't even want the thought to leave, and with a smile appearing on his lips, he daydreamed. Last night had to be the best night he'd had in a long time. It was different, electrical, and not just a sexual encounter between a dominant and a submissive. This time, he had been passionately intimate with her, and he
MADELINE’S POVThe black jeep sped into the mansion, bringing some fresh air, and Madeline inhaled sharply as it flew in through the open windows. They were finally back! Today had been an exciting day as she and Lady Delilah had begun to put their plan into action. They had gone to an unusual location. The outskirts of town, hoping to meet some traders or men who could assist them with their mission. Madeline had watched as Lady Delilah spoke a strange language to the local men, explaining what would happen. The mistress, who appeared tense, had relaxed and seemed happy as she hugged the men and exchanged farewell pleasantries before walking back towards their car on the lonely road. Because she had watched the proceedings from the car, Madeline had no idea what the negotiations had been about or how much Lady Delilah had paid the men. But then the mistress had briefed her, however, and she was satisfied with the explanations. She didn't care about the deal... All she wanted
BRIELLE’S POVBrielle observed Madeline's jaw drop open after her final question. She had anticipated the reaction, just as she had observed Madeline's gaze remaining fixed on the black leather bag in her hand. Brielle tried hard not to show the fear in her expression as the awful feeling within her continued to stir. She was more afraid after watching Madeline and Lady Delilah's conversation through the window. Brielle thanked her body for not slowing down and succumbing to slumber as she reflected on her difficulty sleeping. She would have missed the show if she had given in to slumber.She’d been wide awake and alert when she heard the car drive in, and she had rushed out of her bed and straight to the window to see who had arrived at the mansion. It didn't surprise her that it was Lady Delilah's jeep, but she was taken aback when she saw Madeline smiling and talking with the mistress, even taking a bag from her. Brielle had no idea what Madeline was up to with the mistress
DARIUS POVDarius had arrived at his destination a few hours before, and he was settling in after a long and exhausting journey. The hotel suite reserved for him screamed elegance and luxury. It had everything he needed, and Darius adored the space. He was putting his clothes away in the gold-plated wardrobe when he heard a knock on the door. Whoever it was didn't even wait for his consent or approval before swinging open the door, and in walked the porter who had shown him around the suite moments before. "Is anything the matter?" Darius immediately inquired, turning around with a slight smile on his face. "Not much, just special requests regarding your preferred menu and items you'll require during your stay here." The young man appeared to respond by handing over a paper, which he immediately collected. Running his gaze through the lists, the minutes passed in silence until Darius was finished. Moving closer, heads bowed, and fingers pointed at the paper, Darius made some a
BRIELLE’S POVBrielle couldn't sleep. Her mind was flooded with thoughts she couldn't keep track of, just like the previous nights. As she was tossing and turning for the umpteenth time, she began to recall her earlier conversation with Madeline. Brielle couldn't believe Madeline was now so close to Lady Delilah, and she couldn't shake the feeling that the two of them were up to something sinister. Something that kept making her stomach churn, and she despised the sensation. “No, no!” She exclaimed loudly, turning around on her bed and furiously shaking her head. She wasn't going to think about Madeline or Lady Delilah. This evening, she didn't want anything or anyone to ruin her mood. Sitting upright, chewing her nails furiously, not caring that she could injure herself in the process, Brielle’s thoughts wandered to Lord Darius, and she clenched her thighs in embarrassment, a blush creeping up her cheeks.Had he arrived at his destination? Brielle sighed, shrugging her should