Masuk“Who do you belong to?” He asked, his breath hot against my face as I straddled him. The way his arms wrapped around my waist made my breath hitch, and I clutched onto his shirt tighter. “Answer me,” he thundered, making me shudder in fright. “I belong to Prince Darion,” I muttered, my voice low. I could feel the sound of my erratic heartbeat drumming against my chest, yet I could only grind my teeth against each other. … Chosen by Darion Gray, I'd become his possession, unable to escape even if I wanted to. Not only had he owned my body, but my soul as well. What I hadn't expected was for me to fall for a man who had worn a mask since the beginning. A mask he never took off.
Lihat lebih banyak~Arielle~“Death,” his voice echoed, making me shiver. Was I afraid of death at this moment? The answer was no. In fact, I would rather die than become his breeding machine. And perhaps he hadn't expected the smile that had come to rest on my lips. I rose from the bed, my eyes piercing his harshly. “I would rather die than let you touch me again,” I muttered, not knowing where I'd gotten the courage from. I could feel my heart thumping furiously beneath my chest. Then I saw his thin lips curl up from under his black mask. I gasped when he flipped me around, my back colliding with the closed door. He had hitched one of my legs up, his body pressing closer against mine. “Your body says otherwise, little lamb” Prince Darion whispered in my ear, his lips trailing my neck. Fuck! why did my own body betray me? “I can hear the sound of your heartbeat against your chest. You want this,” he stated as though he'd crept into my mind and knew exactly what was in it. He wasn't wrong. I'd felt
~Arielle~ My eyes fluttered open lazily, taking in the morning glow that filtered through the raised curtains. This did not seem like my room, I thought. Not until realization hit me. My life had turned around in the span of a day.Yesterday, I'd been dressed up to please the masked prince. I'd remembered his words–if I wanted to survive, I'd have to please him. My eyes trailed my legs beneath the sheet, seeing the various marks that had married my skin. Last afternoon…he'd taken my innocence, plunging into me without a care for whether I was hurt or not. What had happened after? I couldn't remember. Had I slept throughout?I bit my lip hard, my eyes coated with glaciers. The door swung open in the next second, and he walked in, his long legs striding towards me. “Ahh! Let me go!” I yelled, biting my lip even harder, tasting the blood that had seeped out. He pulled me out of the bed, tousled hair, swollen lips, swollen eyes, and a bunch of hickeys marking my skin. He'd dragged
~ Darion ~Her dainty figure, her big blue eyes, and the way her wet dress clung to her breasts earlier, letting me feast my eyes. It was different. Different from the few other concubines Miranda had sent over to me in the past few years. The way she glared at me when I asked her to raise her head…fiersty. It made me want to own her. To use her, and to break her so bad. I wanted to bury my cock deep inside her. I'd never felt this way with other women. “I'll have her,” I had voiced out, and I thought she'd beg, cry…she did none of those. She just stared on with emptiness coating her gaze.When the door creaked open, I felt something I'd never felt before…excitement. “Undress,” I said, my voice coming out sharper than intended, watching her flinch. She raised her head, following the sound of my voice until her gaze rested onto me. So innocent. So pure. I wanted to taint her even more now. The thin fabric she'd been wearing did not justice in covering the peaches situated on her
~Arielle ~ Footsteps echoed in the hallway, cutting through the tension that had begun to brew. The decision had been stalled, or so I thought. My heart drummed furiously beneath my chest as I clutched the hem of my wet dress. My eyes raised subtly when I heard the footsteps stop. A pair of leather shoes, long legs of black pants, and a black shirt…my gaze moved further to rest on pink lips left out under the black mask he wore. Who exactly was he? His rare gold colored eyes pierced through my being, and in that moment it felt as though I was bare. My nipples stirred under my wet dress, making things even worse than they already were. “Prince Darion,” The attendants chorused, their heads dropping, unable to look at the man as though he was a plague. Or perhaps someone of high status –pretty evident from his temperament. I clenched my jaw hard, feeling the swell on my cheeks. It still hurt from last night…if not even worse. “Miranda has put you up to pick out a concubine for m
~Arielle~ “Run and never return!” the sound of my father's voice pierced through my ears as my feet stabbed the wet, puddled ground of the woods. My chest burned with something–something hard, and my stomach churned with something unfathomable. Fear, you would say? It was deeper than that. My footsteps came hard. Fast. Wet leaves brushing my skin as my feet stabbed deeper into the woods. My breaths had come in ragged gasps, trying to escape the traffickers that had invaded the village. The last look father gave me had left my heart shattered and in that moment I knew I couldn't get caught. I couldn't be one of those women who'd be taken away. When I heard their voices behind me, my core shook with fear. “Leave no stone unturned and no woman left to escape. We must take them all,” I heard a rugged voice say, followed by the footsteps that had started to close in on me. No! I couldn't turn back. I couldn't… My eyes blurred with tears, my body turning weaker as I ran.


















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