cutting into her flesh. The thin line of pure crimson opened up and began to slip down her cheek. He gripped her hair and held her tight. He licked her cheek and his breath warmed her flesh. She tried to push away but he didn’t allow it.
“Get what? There’s nothing to get, you fuck.”
The laugh filled the room. It enveloped her, and he could feel her wince from its touch.
“There is no more Cromwell vagina. You’re the last one. When a new bitch is born, all the bitches before are rendered infertile.” He licked her again then pushed her sweet face against the harsh stone. His lips caressed her ear. “Catch twenty-two or, as we say in hell, always read the small print, for if you don’t I’ll catch you the fuck out.”
He felt her struggle and it inflamed his cock. He pressed against her soft frame, grinding into her. Satisfaction filled him with her weak whimper. Her fight was useless. If he wanted to break through her virgin wall right here, he would. The fight in her was just too damned tempting to let go of just yet. Still holding her, grinding into her sweet ass, he kissed a line down her neck.
"I saw no contract." Her voice was husky with want. Why the fuck was she so god damned stubborn? He groaned and shoved away from her, watching as she nearly fell to her knees, stumbling around for a moment. She turned that hate-filled gaze on him. "I saw nothing. My parents told me when you started dropping in for a visit on an underaged girl. I didn't believe it at first. Thought I had read too many of those bullshit dark romance books and my mind was fucked up from all that shit."
He watched her pause and tangle her fingers together in front of her. He could tell. She still had things to learn, and fuck him, he wanted to teach her. As vile as his intentions were, he wanted her enough to bend─well, a little.
"I'm going on blind faith here with my parents. But why would they put me through this nightmare? And after everything I've seen?" She shook her head and turned away from him. That bothered him most. He lost control when she turned her gaze away and he wanted to remedy her disrespect. He shoved his hands in his pockets using it as an excuse to not bring her over his knee, and adjusted his cock. He would need to fuck one of those sisters after this.
"I need a break." She turned back to face him and he got off on the tears filling her eyes. He felt the pre-come and held back the moan at seeing her pain. Filling the space between them, he grabbed her chin and brought her gaze to his.
“A break, indeed. Do you think I’m stupid, Elizabeth? You’re asking the devil himself for a break.” He shook his head, his eyes grew dark and he held her face, noses touching so that the black blooded eyes gazed directly into hers, so innocent. “Why not? How long do you need?”
She blinked up at him. Confusion filled her watery eyes and it brought a smile to his face. Something told him confusing this woman wasn't easy. He seemed to do it with seven words. It just made his dick hurt more. Defiantly fucking one of his bitches once Elizabeth was dealt with. He watched as the confusion melted into suspicion. She jerked her chin from his grip and stepped back. She studied him as if he were a lion ready to pounce. Smart. "A week." It came out a whisper and he had a flash of her whispering in his ear, begging for his tongue, his cock, his fingers. Soon.
“A week? No, you have one day─oh, and my sexy nuns and debauched priest will be watching. You do anything bad and they’ll drag you to the altar and use their sexual talents on you. One day, Elizabeth. Remember who I am, the pursuer and deceiver.”
With that, he disappeared.
Chapter Seven
––––––––
E lizabeth gazed out the window toward the fading light against the horizon. She used to think dusk was the most beautiful part of the day. Italy had a talent for being breathtaking with its sunsets filled with pinks, purples, blues, oranges—with not
“Get what? There’s nothing to get, you fuck.”
The laugh filled the room. It enveloped her, and he could feel her wince from its touch.
“There is no more Cromwell vagina. You’re the last one. When a new bitch is born, all the bitches before are rendered infertile.” He licked her again then pushed her sweet face against the harsh stone. His lips caressed her ear. “Catch twenty-two or, as we say in hell, always read the small print, for if you don’t I’ll catch you the fuck out.”
He felt her struggle and it inflamed his cock. He pressed against her soft frame, grinding into her. Satisfaction filled him with her weak whimper. Her fight was useless. If he wanted to break through her virgin wall right here, he would. The fight in her was just too damned tempting to let go of just yet. Still holding her, grinding into her sweet ass, he kissed a line down her neck.
"I saw no contract." Her voice was husky with want. Why the fuck was she so god damned stubborn? He groaned and shoved away from her, watching as she nearly fell to her knees, stumbling around for a moment. She turned that hate-filled gaze on him. "I saw nothing. My parents told me when you started dropping in for a visit on an underaged girl. I didn't believe it at first. Thought I had read too many of those bullshit dark romance books and my mind was fucked up from all that shit."
He watched her pause and tangle her fingers together in front of her. He could tell. She still had things to learn, and fuck him, he wanted to teach her. As vile as his intentions were, he wanted her enough to bend─well, a little.
"I'm going on blind faith here with my parents. But why would they put me through this nightmare? And after everything I've seen?" She shook her head and turned away from him. That bothered him most. He lost control when she turned her gaze away and he wanted to remedy her disrespect. He shoved his hands in his pockets using it as an excuse to not bring her over his knee, and adjusted his cock. He would need to fuck one of those sisters after this.
"I need a break." She turned back to face him and he got off on the tears filling her eyes. He felt the pre-come and held back the moan at seeing her pain. Filling the space between them, he grabbed her chin and brought her gaze to his.
“A break, indeed. Do you think I’m stupid, Elizabeth? You’re asking the devil himself for a break.” He shook his head, his eyes grew dark and he held her face, noses touching so that the black blooded eyes gazed directly into hers, so innocent. “Why not? How long do you need?”
She blinked up at him. Confusion filled her watery eyes and it brought a smile to his face. Something told him confusing this woman wasn't easy. He seemed to do it with seven words. It just made his dick hurt more. Defiantly fucking one of his bitches once Elizabeth was dealt with. He watched as the confusion melted into suspicion. She jerked her chin from his grip and stepped back. She studied him as if he were a lion ready to pounce. Smart. "A week." It came out a whisper and he had a flash of her whispering in his ear, begging for his tongue, his cock, his fingers. Soon.
“A week? No, you have one day─oh, and my sexy nuns and debauched priest will be watching. You do anything bad and they’ll drag you to the altar and use their sexual talents on you. One day, Elizabeth. Remember who I am, the pursuer and deceiver.”
With that, he disappeared.
Chapter Seven
––––––––
E lizabeth gazed out the window toward the fading light against the horizon. She used to think dusk was the most beautiful part of the day. Italy had a talent for being breathtaking with its sunsets filled with pinks, purples, blues, oranges—with not
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