BRIELLE’S POV

Brielle's hands gripped Lord Darius's veiny manhood, slurping on the thick length.

Cheers to her, thinking today's training would be similar to what Lady Delilah had done to her, but it wasn't.

He'd told her it was a sex training, so they'd get right to the point and not waste any time.

He'd break her and shape her to his liking, but he hadn't done anything yet because he only wanted her to pleasure him, and that she was doing.

Knees down, as he had instructed, she ...