Captive Of The Count

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Orian's pov

"This isn't an appropriate sleepover." She giggled peeking at me with those huge green eyes that I often pictured staring up at me with love while I did my best to keep her happy and also turning teary from gagging on my cock while she was on her knees struggling to take me.

Fuck me,

The urge to throw her down, get her on her knees and shove my cock past those sinful rosy lips surged within me sizzling my insides with heat.

control, I heaved gripping at her knees. I parted her luscious thighs, watching the blush rising on her cheeks and I wanted to lap at the reddened spots with my tongue while shoving my fingers deep in her already wet cunt to ruin the memory of every man that has been there, "Orian." She moaned, a breathy plea and that was my undoing.

I could feel leaks of precum leaking from my hardened cock and trailing down my thighs as she called to me. I shoved her thighs apart and dove my head down to lick her right through her panties.

The first taste of her sweetness against my-(just kidding, just kidding, just kidding, just kidding. We are not ready to get into Orian's head yet but'we will have his pov in due time, just trust me)

And please, don't kill me for this little joke, I just couldn't help it😁😁 let's proceed...

P:s sorry for my absence, it has been a really long week and a couple of days for me as my health wasn't really cooperating and it was really hard to write...

Let's proceed...

Amara's pov

Trust.

It was something I learned not to give at a wee age.

It all started when Helena picked me up, slammed me to the ground, and locked me up in a cage with tears streaming down my face. It was hard to comprehend why she did that then, and it was harder seeing almost everyone who had befriended my mummy turn their backs on her.

After experiencing all these, I didn't need elaborate lessons on how not to trust just anyone. I was always taught to have my head on my shoulders in all circumstances, a watchful glance behind my back even while on the Castle premises, and to be frank, I managed to follow this rule perfectly cause I didn't want to end up as a captive in a cage with hot tears streaming down my cheeks while wondering what i had done wrong.

I had followed these rules on trust till I stepped into that alley and stumbled upon Orian and it has been amazing since then.

I only hoped trusting him won't make me end up as a captive.

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't help it.

There was this pull I felt toward him from the very first moment we met, coupled with the occasional tingle of my mark. He captivated me despite him remaining a stranger, a stranger I had done a lot of things with but I barely knew him. I didn't even know his full name yet nor do I know his favorite food or color or if he had a family.

I only knew that he was a man who was prone to recluse hence the reason he's driving along the paths of more reserved areas with scarce houses. I knew that his hands were always busy and I knew that he hated talking and he hardly smirks, a mountain of ice could pass up more emotion than him but what I wanted to know is if he liked me as much as I liked him.

I turned towards Orian summoning the courage to ask if he liked me and just as I was about to mouth my question, something happened, something familiar.

He is here, I can sense it, I shifted in my seat gazing out the window scanning through the trees for the familiar scarred masked face with piercing silver eyes that were identical to Orian's and unique hair which I often wondered if it was a wig.