All Chapters of Captive Of The Count: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Orian’s pov Dawn came early and I got out of the tent before she could wake up and before I could fulfill my curiosity about what her pussy would feel like gripping my cock while I wrapped my hand around her neck controlling her intake of air with her writhing beneath me in pleasure. Her legs around me while the night progressed and her fingers lightly scraping my skin stirred carnal thoughts within me that I wasn't supposed to feel towards her.I wasn't supposed to desire her in any way or attempt the lengths of sexual activity which we have already crossed a number of times because I couldn't control myself anymore and I merely wanted a taste, just a taste wouldn't hurt. Depraved people were the second type of people to exist in the world and I was one of them.She is beautiful and I am depraved. I shouldn't want to have her to myself and at the same time want revenge against her kind. I can't eat my cake and have it but I was called d'yavol for a reason and when

Orian’s pov Her eyes widened at my threat and for the first time, she was genuinely terrified. She was usually terrified and then she got herself back up but the fear in her eyes at the moment was unmatched and I loved it."Is that clear?" I hardened my gaze glaring at her scared form and she nodded. "Words, Malyshka." I squeezed her throat slightly, "Use your words.""Yes." She nodded again without fighting me and that sheen of anger in her eyes were gone, I expected a fight. I think I broke her, she was mine to break anyway."Good girl." I cooed bringing my face down to her neck as I released it. I buried my face in the crook of her neck. My hands went to her hips gripping at them, my thumb slowly caressing the indentations of her hip dips through the material of her dress.I licked across her neck, kissing at the spot where my mark was. It hadn't fully formed since it was a half mark and I was surely an idiot for imprinting on her without knowing how the mate bond worked but I'd kn

Orian's pov"Writing is therapeutic."I murmured to myself placing my fountain pen aside. I let out a breath of air as I shut my diary feeling the weight of all I had caged in being lifted now that I had them written down. It was a new diary, that I carried around no matter where I went, carefully hidden, of course. I couldn't go a day without writing in my diary. And as I grew older, I had to get more. I got this one last month and I was almost halfway through its pages, guess I always have a lot to write down. The older ones were stashed behind the shelves in my office, away from prying eyes. It would be disastrous to let someone that I didn't want get into my mind by reading my written thoughts.And now that I was done writing for the night. I needed a hot shower, a book, and sleep. Sleep which was the most important one was what I dreaded at the moment knowing how disastrous it was going to be since I didn't get the chance to sleep next to Amara today.All my nights

Amara's pov. I lay in bed for a good amount of time after I woke up. My fingers stroked my puppy while I stared at the ceiling of my actual bedroom in total confusion. I sat up, my eyes wandering around while blinking in disbelief, am I dreaming?I was in my bedroom with my puppy by my side. All events of the previous days from the disastrous ceremony with Terren to seeing Orian's true colors to our wonderful night in the forest before I blacked out suddenly seemed unreal. It all felt like a nightmare, a mere disastrous dream that was filled with the most erotic and unfortunate of events.The light streaming through the slightly parted curtains indicated that it was dawn and my eyes went to the spot on the floor where I usually dumped my dancing shoes, they were there. One was placed above the other exactly like I always kept them.I grabbed the pillow and screamed into it not wanting to wake the rest of the household or disturb them if they were already awake.

Amara's pov I should be used to it by now, his hot one moment, cold the next, attitude. His 'I am a man I can't show emotion' absorbed mentality but the hope I had that he would unlearn that narrative and grow out of it was what I remembered when the smile on his face disappeared before I could even soak at the moment.There was a familiar pant in my heart that had me clutching on harder to a now-sleeping Fiona for support and I wanted to yell at him that it wouldn't kill him to smile and show emotions.I was tired of his 'brick wall' attitude, 'I can't show my feelings' cold as ice exterior, and 'I only got me' wounded interior. It was killing him more than it' did the people around him and if he was going to accept us being soulmates, for us to be together, he had to work on it. I can't stand an emotionally unaware man and I am too soft to bear the consequences of the lack of emotional intelligence that followed and the toll it would take on him later on