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To whoever is saddled with the responsibility of understanding men, I wish you good luck and a thousand kisses, cheers! Understanding men is like Rocket science and I had neither the time for both. These past few weeks have been tumultuous and enraging. From thinking I found the perfect guy, planning on telling my parents about us and thinking about a future with him to being betrayed with my fiancé's head thrown at my feet, then I was marked and now I was getting married. I just couldn't catch a break. I needed air, a breather, a relief, anything. I wanted to climb up valleys look down at the world and scream for all to hear just how pained and frustrated I was. But most of all, I needed to think. I needed to find a way to get myself out of this mess which was impossible with my back pressed against Orian and his hips rocking against my derriêre, amusing word. This position hindered my thinking abilities. The sparks ignited on my skin as our bodies pressed together, rubbing ag
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Amara's pov A million things could have happened at the moment but this was not what I expected and I should have foresaw it anyway.Of course, it was Orian.The same man who I was deeply attracted to but he had no interest in bedding me, and the tent in his pants might as well be caused by thoughts that had nothing to do with me or his dagger again, maybe he switched the position this time.So why was I surprised when he went towards the bed with his hands searching for my towel and then he picked it up and gave it to me?As a princess, I had to attend a lot of classes. There were art, dance, and Spanish classes which I adored.Maths and physics classes which I despised and I was taught anything that would make up for what I was missing out in day school but I feel like the most important class was missed.It was the what to do when standing naked before a hot man while he's offering you a towel class.I wish I had taken this class if it was offered. If it even exi
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Amara's pov."Pick a safe word." Grump finally spoke after a while. He wasn't breathing heavily like he did earlier. He looked more composed and relaxed but the dark look in his steel orbs that were filled with lust still remained as he gazed at my naked body.A safe word?I wiggled my brows at him in confusion and his facial expression morphed into a frown with his lips slightly curled, probably thinking about how best to explain it to me."What's a safe word grump?" I had to word my question, curiosity filling me and something about the idea of a safe word made my toes curl in anticipation."It's a word you say when you feel like, uhm- you want me to stop or stay away." He scratched the back of his neck while talking, "No! Not stay away." He looked horrified at the words stay away and was quick to refute them, "You use it when you want me to stop touching you.""Oh."So when he tries to kill me, he would be touching me and I would use the safe word for him to stop, nice thought.Dad
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Amara's pov Orian had a lot of sides to him and they were too much for a normal person to keep up with.There was grumpy Orian, forest Orian, and daddy Orian. I loved when he was daddy Orian but there could be a new side that I would cherish, drunk Orian.Drunk Orian worried about me leaving him and he could creep under beds with me. He made jokes about my forehead and kissed my stomach like he needed it to breathe. Drunk Orian turned me over in the middle of the night still heavy on the booze he had consumed. He pulled my dress up and massaged my ass with the same oil he had used when we were stranded in the forest with apologies coming from him repeatedly, being sorry for not doing it earlier, I think he called it aftercare.And when he was done massaging and laying kisses on my ass cheeks, he turned us back to our previous position, nuzzling his face in my stomach and murmuring something about how our babies should look like me. He made the statement of how ug
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Amara's povI hurt his feelings hard.I could tell from how his shoulders were slumped as he walked away, and it was pretty evident for a remarkably tall man.The urge to get up, chase after him and explain the situation surged within me as guilt rose in my heart, but then I remembered all he had done with no apology offered.He hadn't even taken time to explain the situation to me.Is he still married to Imelda? Is he still going to kill me? What were we? Does he share the same mutual feelings, and is there any future for the both of us? Why did he let Imelda hug him, and why did he call her name in his sleep severally? My head ached as I came up with all these questions and the guilt I felt turned into hurt. I am the one who has been used, kidnapped, and betrayed. Each day when I look at the necklaces on my neck, I remember my past life and how much I want it back, but it isn't possible. He took everything away from me and plans to kill me in the end.This sounds pathe
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Orian's pov"Happy birthday to me!!!"I screamed jumping down from the tree with a small laugh escaping my chapped lips. I wore my favorite sweater today with my good pair of jeans. It is my good pair because it had a few holes unlike the rest that had huge holes and the cold was too much anytime I wore them. Momma wouldn't get me a new pair for my birthday. She says she has more important things to buy like the white powder she sniffs all the time or food which she eats by herself.I don't care anymore, as long as she's happy. When she's happy she hits me less and hardly yells at me. Sometimes when she yells, my ears hurt and ring and I have headaches which make me cry all night.I had been sitting in the tree, teeth chattering from the cold wind blowing against me, waiting for my wings to sprout but they didn't and it made me really sad. I cried a bit. Other demon babies got theirs very early but I still didn't get mine and I turned five today.I hoped with my fifth year that they
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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
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Orian's pov I lay on the grass with a pained sigh as a mild ache spread throughout the unhealed wounds on my back, years of unhealed wounds and scars.My arms were tucked behind my head, and I looked up at the skies, squinting at the rays that filtered through my lashes. I felt super grateful for the stop we had to make before the final lap of the journey and laying here on the grass a bit far away from the troop was a means of distraction from how Amara had betrayed me.I closed my eyes and took deep breaths trying to calm myself down and forbidding the images of her and Eric from my mind."Hey, grump." Her voice resonated to my hearing and I felt nervous as always pursing my lips so as not to say the wrong things when she spoke to me. I didn't have to open my eyes to see her. Her scent was all I could sense as I felt her looming over me and no doubt with a grin on her face.I opened my eyes feeling the tiny tingling in my heart as I beheld her big green eyes an
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