Captive Of The Count

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Amara's pov

                     
                     I didn't know which could be termed more infuriating.

Waking up from an erotic dream of a man who I had grown to despise over the night or waking up with a room filled with so many roses and separate petals that I spat some out of my mouth, ten red sweaters with different exquisite necklines on a hanger placed before the bed and me finding myself half naked with unknown sticky liquid over my belly and some on my lips.

Puppy Orian was delighted to play with the scattered roses but I wasn't.

I wasn't pleased by the sight nor was I pleased by the sweaters. For the first time I hated roses and my favorite color red knowing they came from the one man I should plunge my dagger deep into his chest.

The dream I had emerged in my head as I brushed off roses lifting myself from the bed.

I went beet red, cheeks heating in embarrassment and belly furling with heat remembering how I was tied to the bed with my legs clamping around his neck as he teased a secret spot between my legs making me spill my essence all over him. I wasn't surprised by the messed up sheets and my wetness when I woke up but then the stuff on me was on the bed too and it didn't come from me.

It tasted weird as I had some in my mouth and I noticed some of it was between my legs mixing with my essence.

I tried to rid my thoughts of the other moments that happened in the dream which made me realize that I fancied something that I shouldn't.

In the dream, he was rougher with his seduction, more coercive, bending me to his will.

I had some of these thoughts before, me being at his complete mercy knowing that I trusted him enough not to hurt me but it happening in the dream was something different.

Like I finally got to experience my deepest fantasies but only in the nonexistent world of sleep and while at it, the intense pleasure I felt was almost like it was real with him hovering around me, touching me and I would love to experience that for real, doing things deeper than we had ever done with him taking absolute control.

Don't think about him in that way idiot! I slapped myself for my stupid thoughts and stupid dreams, he sees you as a whore, a useless one and you want him to tie you down and bury his head between your legs while mouthing filthy words, I directed my palm to my cheek again with more force reminding myself that he wasn't in my good books, he will never change and he is evil.

Evil remains evil and when vengeful, evil is uncontrollable.

I chanted the words over and over again trying not to be swayed by the roses or red sweaters, avoiding the red creamed cookies laid on the table and the note that said I regret my actions, please come down for breakfast.

"Go F-U-C-K yourself!" I muttered under my breath before going ahead to betray myself by sliding one of the six cookies into my mouth and then the rest five followed and soon I was picking the crumbs on the plate.

I can swear that he spelled me because I wouldn't willing to eat the cookies, I would never do that.

I also hated that his recent attitude made me curse a lot now as I muttered another fuck you and slid into the bathroom to figure out what was on me and also clean up.

You said you wouldn't eat the cookies, Cora taunted as I locked the bathroom door and licked the cream off my fingertips savoring the taste.

I tripped and they fell in my mouth, I shrugged and hummed my way to the bathroom mirror.