Semua Bab PRISONER'S OF HIS DESIRE : Bab 31 - Bab 40

Bella's Pov. Our journey back to Tybeton pack was swift without any drama, and I soon found myself back inside my old cell. I slept through the day and only woke up to eat and heed nature's call. Edmond visited me in the night as expected, and he sat at the edge of the bed and stared at me, saying nothing. I said when the silence became unbearable. "Please, Alpha Edmond. Please do not ravish me. Wait until our wedding night and do whatever you want with me, but not before then," I offered a downcast look. If I have to gain my end through subservient guile, then I will. "It doesn't matter. If I want to take you, then I will." Edmond said back. "Except you want me to fight you off and hate you afterward...," I thought frantically, schemes tumbling wildly in my brain. Only a show of total compliance will touch him, I had to change my tactics. I offered a frown and said, "If you want it then it will be as you wish, my lord. But it is...I have started my flow. You don't want to hav

Bella's Pov. I shook my head, clearing it of that Deja Vu feeling that suddenly arose in me. A kind of sharpening of something inside me, an awareness, a renewed remembrance of something utterly vital to me, something I can't pinpoint yet... Just the way I felt the first day I met D'Mathew under his disguise as a priest. Is he here again? I looked down into the inner bailey and my eyes darted around for that familiar physique. I did not see anything or anyone in specific, but still, the feeling was there, that strange feeling, that knowledge that I'd known before. I wondered if my mind had finally snapped. Then I saw her. A bent old woman, with a head of scraggy thick white hair, shuffled in her rags toward the castle wall. She was dragging her lame left leg and talking to herself. Who is she and why am I feeling like this in the presence of a total stranger? This is not a stranger. This is D'Mathew. How I knew this was beyond my reasoning. Stark joy welled up in me and I willed

Bella's POV. Baron's new car was like the one in Edmond's garage. Same model but a different color. While the previous one was black, the new cars had already taken over the way as white as snow, and as beautiful as a peacock. We journey non-stop through the day and night, and then the following morning. And we only stop for brief moments to fill our stomachs and to attend to nature's call. On the third day, we arrived in front of the gate that leads into Greenwood Pack House. Even if I wanted to escape during the journey, Baron's watchful eyes always trailed me to make it impossible. Besides, where on earth can I escape to? My mother's pack is now thousands of miles away, Damon will be waiting for me at Greenwich Pack, and I dread whatever his mischievous mind may think of concerning me. And if he should discover am carrying Baron's baby, then that will be the end of me and my baby. I had no choice but to stick with Baron, and this decision was dreaded as well. I could remember h

Bella's Pov. My eyes immediately fell to his groin. His man's rod lay flaccid in the bush of thick blonde hair. I knew he would grow large, very large, and he would want to thrust himself inside my body. I swallowed and turned to him. "What else do you want?" "Damn you, wench. Damn you for frowning and trying to appear pitiable. You have what you want, you cursed wench. The least you should do is to smile through the whole damn thing." If he expected me to laugh through this humiliation then I have to disappoint him. I only gawked at him, searching for a shred of pride, and found enough to stare beyond him, feeling the soft linen shift pooling at my feet. I removed myself from the naked girl in manacles lying for his examination. He stared at me. "I have no idea you were so very nicely shaped. Your breasts were high and full and as white as your belly, and your nipples were a pale pink." I heard him saying, felt his palms on my breast, and then gaggle, and then muttered,

Bella's Pov. The first day in Baron's chamber continued endlessly for me, and it was as boring as watching the rock grow. Moana spent several hours consoling, listening, or sometimes telling me amusing stories to cheer me up, and then put me back in the chain before leaving for her side of the quarters. If Baron kept exactly true to what he endured in my hands, then he would not force me again today. The first time...I had suffered terribly because I was ignorant, while he had suffered because he fought me. But today, he has his revenge and pleasure, and I resent this like for like. If he did keep true, I expect to be chained to this bed for three nights and then released on the morning of the fourth day. That seemed like forever to me! Hours passed with no sound to disturb me, and blood soon drained from my arms. It was when I stretched that I noticed I had lost the feeling in my hands. And then, the feeling rushed back with tingling discomfort as I carefully shook my hands.