Todos os capítulos de PRISONER'S OF HIS DESIRE : Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

Bella's Pov. I trembled when I thought of Baron, so I did not think of him. Maybe if I don't then he won't come. But I was wrong, he came. Since I slept late, I wasn't aware when he entered the room. It was still early in the morning and the darkness had not retreated for light to take over. I felt a finger touching my neck and I immediately opened my eyes. He was already naked, his rod as strong as Iron, his gaze unreadable under the gloomy room. "You have finally woken up," he said, his fingers lingering on my left breast nipple, and then squeezing it until it became hardened. I only nodded in response and then closed my eyes. But the remembrance of his warning made me pull them open. Even though I was bitter that he disturbed my sleep, my body seemed to be expecting him, and I was immediately wet from his touch. Sex this time was slow and steady, and his palms ravaged my body as his rod plunged into me, and despite the piece of cloth in my mouth, I still moaned out loud

This is where you will be spending most of your time," Mistress Brenda said as she opened the door to the weaving room on the floor below the large hall. As soon as I stepped inside, I caught sight of two women dashing from the window where they had been watching the men practice arms in the arena close by. Brenda had seen them before they were back on their seats, saw a spindle with thread attached, rolling across the floor, and then disappearing under their skirts. And this made her glare at them.My eyes roamed around the small room. There was a basket full of spindles with stone whorls, enough to spin a large amount of thread if there were more workers, but there were only seven women. I also noticed larger baskets of newly treated wool lined the walls, ready for spinning into thread. There were four large looms, and another stack of smaller hand looms in the corner. The window was small and gave ample light, and the room was painted white and orderly. Brenda finally foun

Alpha Desmond was the first to ever slap me in my life. But to be slapped by an Omega? No. I did not have to take that. I would have slapped her back if I weren't concerned about Baron's reaction to my slapping his favorite. He probably won't take kindly to that, and that must be the reason why Janet gets away with her appalling behavior. The male Omegas filled the tube with water, while I went to fetch the cloth and soap. The water was lukewarm when I returned, and I was about to order more hot water when Baron sauntered in. He looked at the tub with steam slowly rising from it, and then came right to me and lifted my chin up. "Who hit you?""No one.""You lie, lass. What did you do to cause Mistress Brenda's displeasure with you already?" Baron asked as he glared at my red cheek. Why did he have to assume I had to be at fault? I ought to tell him the truth, but I deserved the slap for slipping down to Janet's level. And knowing he won't do anything because it was from his s

The kitchen was dark and as eerie as the road to hell, but Baron picked up a torch and lit it. I could not help but notice his silhouette on the wall. Tall, huge, and scary. Just like a monster. The cats paused their fight over their catch; a sorry-looking rat who had now been torn into several pieces. They looked solemnly at us, probably wondering what we were doing at their hunting area at this ungodly hour. One of the cats seized the opportunity, grabbed the biggest of the chunks, and leaped out of sight. The others followed suit, and just like the rat meat, the cats immediately disappeared out of sight. Somehow, I relate myself to the rat. Even though I was only devoured by one man, there is every possibility that he will toss me off when he gets tired of me, and then pass me to the next man who will take his bite, and then do the same, until nothing is left of me; just like the rat. While the cats go in search of new victims. It's never fair, nothing is ever fair in this wo

Baron's Pov. "What on earth will I do with you?" I asked, throwing my arms up immediately I dragged her into the chamber. "You can let me go, my lord.""No...never. You are too precious to me." I paused my speech, pulled her into my arms, and looked into her eyes. "I can't imagine a day without your annoying attitude. "She smirked in response, throwing her head around and raising her nose as if sniffing the air, and then said, "You can forget about me, pretend I don't exist, and I promise to remain in my little prison until you choose to let me go." "No. Not until I have my fill of you. You are doing something to me that I am yet to figure out." The air between us became hotter and our eyes met. My head bent towards her, and before I knew it, our lips met and locked. I bet Bella saw it coming and had decided to resist. She even shook in my hand, trying to free herself, but she was quiet, withering within a few seconds, licking my lip as I chewed on her upper lip. My tongue s