DAN'S POV.
Was it a complete, total ignorance on her side or did she just refuse to realize what her existence did to them? To him?
She wants to mark them. Maybe she really didn't know she drove them insane. Like an unbreakable spell, her words kept tearing down their defenses numbing their minds to all possibilities and reasons, making it almost impossible to think of anything else that wasn't her.
They were going to keep her in one of the cells. Monitor her actions until they'd tamed her perfectly. They were so sure, their fear fuelling their thoughts, that the effects of the drug was waning off. However it seems their messing and experimenting with the drug had not gone to waste. The effects it had on Little purple was proof enough that they had indeed enhanced the drugs effects maybe even evolved it. However there was no telling how long it was going to last and what the symptoms will be should it start to wear off. And yet they barely had enough time, enough breath and enough strength to spare when they were with her.
Their love muted those suspicions, driving them a bit out of it each day.
Slowly and yet surely she had taken up all of the thinking space he had.
Her lips, her caresses, her eyes and all the emotions that fleeted through them, the words on her lips, the taste of her...
Maybe he should trade away the empire he owned to spend more time with his little addiction.
Even now her amazed and curious eyes at the basement he'd shown her stirred his heart, pulling on strings he never knew existed. She was a wonder.
This was another version of the taming room they'd taken her to before. It was a different feature of that room. They couldn't take her to the place where she'd received that tattoo, just like they didn't dare tell her about how she got it. The drug had given them a gift and they dared not ruin it.
Her curious touches here and there made him chuckle.
She was indeed his cute little ignorant purple. Even now, she failed to realize the effects the room had on her men.
The twin devils were indeed twins, however their lack of similarities and the stark contrast they posed to each other, surprised even the members of the Darcen family, however they both knew, he knew just as much as Don did an instinctual understanding of their nature. They loved to have their purple here. Strapped to the walls and vulnerable, theirs to be taken, to be possessed and made a mess of. However little purple hadn't taken their former means of punishment so well. And now they couldn't bring themselves to hurt her. She was so good now. The last thing they'd want is her recollecting memories they'd tried so hard to burry.
Maybe their nature might scare her away.
Maybe they really were too devilish to deserve their sweet and ignorant little bride.
Before the drug had taken it's effects,he knew purple had only been quiet after they had sent her to that room. The fear of her being returned back there had kept her from running away the few days it took the drug to completely dissolved and take away her memories. The fear in her eyes as she stared at them back then was good enough for every Darcen looking to tame his bride. It was good enough to keep her from trying to ran away. However after having a taste and feel of how she was like; fearless and bold and unbound by fear, they knew no torture could really give them this version of their little purple. And they weren't ready to face the purple who watched them with so much fear, so much distaste.The purple who dared not talk unless forced to.
They loved their purple like this, so bold so possessive,love dilated pupils and needy, want filled eyes and curious gazes, wanting to know more about them, laughter filled days and cute pouted lips, passionate and unreserved, she was the purple they'd chased after. The purple they'd chosen.