BRIELLE’S POV “Pull off your robe. Kneel and crawl to me.” The words spilling out of Lord Darius’s lips sent torrents of joy again down Brielle’s legs, and quickly, she proceeded to do just as he had instructed.The instant she entered the room, noting the dim lighting and the look on his face, she knew that today would be different. It wouldn’t be like the typical night they spent the last few weeks, and this time, she would fully display her role as his submissive. A sliver of fear and tremendous anticipation rushed through her as she envisioned him doing wicked things to her body.No matter how he used any device on her body, though, or spanked her ass with the whips she already saw lying out on the bed, he would treat her gently still, and that assurance she had in her thoughts was everything she needed.Shaking her head lightly, her hands moving to the ropes of her robe, Brielle loosened the knot. Then she dropped to her knees and crawled to meet him.“Good girl.” He mumbled,
BRIELLE’S POV Brielle grumbled as she tossed and turned on the large bed, surprised by the absence of a familiar arm all over her.Even though her eyes were still closed tight, she could vividly recall that the previous night had been a lovely one spent with Lord Darius. And just like every morning, she expected his arms over her, snuggling tight and mumbling sweet words in her ear. But now, there was only silence — no soft whispering voices, no breathy sighs or caresses. There was no warmth, only space.A little confused, she opened her eyes and took stock of her surroundings. That’s when she noticed him across her, a safe distance away, fast asleep.What the... She exclaimed internally, scooting nearer as she tried to wrap her arms around him and rest her head on his broad, steady chest. What was he doing so far away from her? This was the first time she had awoken in this manner, and she honestly didn't know why, but she had a nasty feeling about it.Had something else happened l
MADELINE’S POV Every part of the castle reminded Madeline of Lord Darius and that scumbag Brielle, and as she walked to her room, she hissed countless times.She was gradually becoming irritated with everything that concerned Lord Darius and, most significantly, Brielle - a woman she had grown to hate and despise with fervor.'She'd be out of your life soon, Madeline.’ Her subconscious spoke up, and a nasty smirk appeared on her face.The last few days had been reasonably beneficial to Madeline despite the random interruptions and the fact that Brielle and Lord Darius's ties were improving.It was no longer news that they were now a couple, and to make matters worse, everyone agreed they looked good together, especially the maids. Most of the submissives were envious that Brielle had usurped their place, and now, some of them were covertly sleeping with palace guards to alleviate their sexual deprivation.Madeline couldn't blame them because she was in the same shoes. However, she sl
BRIELLE POV Lord Darius stood before the door, a broad grin on his austere face, smiling back at her, and Brielle's ovaries melted.He looked so gorgeous.However, she was astonished to see him. “Why are you here, Mas…?” She trailed off and corrected. “I'm sorry, Darius.”"Is that how you welcome a man who's come to pick you up for a date?" He questioned, and taking her by surprise, he reached out and grabbed her right hand, tugging her towards him."What are you…" She began to question in protest, but he abruptly cut her off by planting his lips on hers and passionately kissing her.Her cheeks flushed, and she couldn't stop him from smudging her makeup or licking the lipstick off her lips."Darius.” She whispered breathlessly, recalling that he had dragged her from the doorpost and that they were now standing in the corridor."We're at the corridor. Someone might notice us and...""And what?" He asked, his voice so deep and tempting that she forgot what she had planned to ask him. I
MADELINE’S POV Hiding behind the flowers, Madeline fixed her sight on the loved-up pair sitting some distance away. Earlier, while she was in her chamber, two maids and a submissive had barged in and informed her of the date. She hadn’t believed it at first, but the maids persisted, explaining that they had seen Lord Darius all smiley with Brielle as they strolled to the garden.Enraged and curious, Madeline pulled herself out of bed, dressed, and wandered silently to the garden, where she suddenly encountered the crazy tableau.Everything the maids said was true, and by the time she arrived, the two lovey-dovey fools were already engrossed in each other's company.Her chest squeezed as many thoughts raced through her mind, and sharp shards of jealousy shot through her heart. Blinking her eyes once, twice, Madeline hoped to blur the image before her, but every time she opened them, she saw them again.Brielle and Lord Darius.They looked super cozy, and, as she had previously noted
BRIELLE’S POV A Dream~ ‘Please get me out of here!' Brielle screamed, her hands grabbing the metal cage doors as she cried.He was standing before her—the old man she detested, the man she referred to as her father. He had a smug look on his face, and even as she cursed and screamed, shouting so loudly that her raw, thirsty voice resonated throughout the entire room, he didn't appear to flinch or care.Instead, he stood stiffly before her, jingling the keys and staring like a maniac.'Let me out of here right now!' Brielle yelled once again, her voice raspy and hoarse. She was tired of shouting. She just wanted to get out of the cell.'Hahaha. You thought you could escape me, right?' He laughed snidely again. ‘Now that I have you, you're not going anywhere. Not now, not never. Foolish girl.’Brielle clacked her tongue bitterly, and still screaming with tears running down her bare cheeks, she told him. ‘You will undoubtedly regret this. You will, I assure you. When Lord Darius arri
MADELINE’S POV “Do you think I would be successful tonight?" Madeline inquired for the hundredth time, staring down at the proof Sam, the guard, and her accomplice had gathered.Printed photographs of a man the guard claimed was Brielle's father were scattered on her small bedside table, along with other material gathered in a file. She had also crept into Brielle's room some time ago, carrying the stone engraved pendant she intended to show Lord Darius.She had practiced her speech all day, and she was more than ready to deliver her evidence before Lord, convincing him of Brielle's ills and revealing all the secrets she was allegedly holding from him. Madeline envisioned how he would feel when she finished speaking and how he would react most importantly. She didn't care whether he would feel sad or heartbroken. No. All Madeline cared about was bringing Brielle down and ruining her stay in the castle. The bitch was a thief, a liar, and a traitor lurking beneath an innocent mask s
BRIELLE’S POV Brielle's hearty grin deepened as she looked at the mirror.She was in a terrific mood tonight. She didn’t know why. Even though she disagreed briefly with Madeline earlier, she was now better off and happier in ways she couldn't articulate.Maybe it was because of this date with Lord Darius, and the fact that she hadn't seen him all day added to the tension. She missed him terribly, and if she saw him tonight, she would not hesitate to tell him so. "Damn!" She whispered again, glancing at her lovely self. She was dressed in a dark green gown with a slit up the thighs, and the cloth hugged all her curves nicely, emphasizing her figure.She couldn’t wait to hear Darius's endearing words, and knowing how she would blush excessively, her cheeks going pink and melting under his intense gaze, she let out a gentle smile. However, Brielle adored it. She adored the way he gazed at her—dreamily and full of so much love. She adored how he treated her as if she were an egg, w