Chapter 5 - Prince Darion's betrothed

~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 my body betraying me as his lips trailed down my chest. If he'd only been this gentle last night.

Hiss!

He'd turned me around, pressing his hard-on against my buttock. I shivered when his hand trailed the curve of my leg, settling inside my nightgown.

“You're not wearing panties,” he whispered hoarsely, making my breath hitch. The maids had indeed dressed me up without any panties in order to please him. I could only bite my lip and say nothing.

A sharp breath tore from my lips when his finger trailed the slit of my womanhood, his finger slipping into it meticulously.

“Ahh!” I cried out, feeling the sudden intrusion of his finger. He pulled it out once again before pushing it back in.

“How dare you let another man touch you?” Prince Darion asked, snapping me out of my reverie, making my senses return to the current situation–I’d been caught in bed with his brother. I bit my lip, unable to speak.

I heard the sound of belt unbuckling and the sound of a zipper being zipped down, but never would I have expected him to plunge his entire manhood into me without a warning.

“Oh God, please!” A blaring moan tore from my lips, and I could feel the smirk on his face behind me.

“Who do you belong to?” He asked, his waist moving inside me. Slow. Steady. Scratching the itch inside me.

“Answer me,” he thundered, his hips thrusting into me harder, making my breath hitch.

“I belong to Prince Darion,” I muttered, betraying my earlier words as his waist jabbed hard into me yet again.

I collided with the door at every thrust, and I could feel my wetness sliding down my legs.

“Ugh! Your pussy is so tight! If you only knew what I wanna do to you right now. How much I want to taint you,” he rasped, his breath coming out sharp as he plowed into me.

My eyes had rolled back, and my legs had started to vibrate, yet, he hadn't stopped. He fucked into me harder, making me cry out louder each time.

“Ugh! Take my cum!” He finally groaned, jabbing his manhood into me one last time as his tongue trailed my neck, sucking on a spot. With a quick plop, he slid out of me, putting his manhood back into his pants.

My legs had gone weak, making me clutch on his shirt for support.

“You belong to me, and I don't mind breaking your legs if it means you get to stay away from other men.” He rasped against my lips before peeling me away from himself.

“Stay away from Maximus,” He added, his eyes glowing darkly as he pulled open the door and walked out. I'd guessed Maximus was his brother.

…

The next morning came in a flash. The sheets smelled like sandalwood and something darker… like him.

A gentle knock pulled me out of thought.

“Lady Arielle,” a maid called softly from behind the carved door.

“Prince Darion invites you to breakfast in the East Hall. You are to wear something fitting.”

I blinked. Breakfast? With him? Lady? Since when had I been given such a title?

Sucking in a deep breath, I pulled to my feet, heading to the bathroom, seeing the glaring mark on my neck. But more than that, I'd seen a faint bite mark. Yet, I'd decided not to dwell on it. I couldn't relay my thoughts to him last night, but perhaps I could do that now?

After freshening up, I changed into a silver fitted dress that hugged my waist, its neck low enough to get a glimpse of my areola…sultry. Humiliating. Yet, I didn't care at this point. I was led by a guard, every step making my stomach churn.

We soon arrived at the east hall. It glowed with golden light, delicate food already laid out. Savory, it's sweet aroma wafting in the air. And at the end of the table, dressed in midnight and silver, Prince Darion sat waiting.

He turned as I entered, his cool eyes sweeping over me slowly before returning his gaze to the piece of paper he was reading. I'd not bothered to greet him and just sat, a little hesitant before digging into the food.

Prince Darion hadn't talked to me and just rose up to his feet and walked out after he was done, leaving me alone. Or so I thought, until the doors opened again.

The air shifted.

Footsteps, delicate but firm, approached. I turned instinctively.

She walked in like she belonged to every inch of this palace. Dressed in lavender silk that kissed the floor and a matching smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. Beautiful. Effortlessly composed. Her gaze flicked to me briefly.

“Where is Darion?” She asked, my gaze moved to her.

“He left a minute ago,” I responded, oblivious to who she was. Perhaps I'd thought she'd leave, yet she calmly walked over to me, her eyes darting to the food on the table before resting on me.

“What are you doing sitting on this table?” She asked, her tone laced with coldness, and I could only shiver. Who exactly was she? And as though reading my thoughts, she replied,

“I'm Prince Darion's betrothed, who are you?”