Prince Darion's Pet

~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.

~ 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~“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