"I don't believe you." Of course she didn't. He was about ready to fuck the stubborn out of her. Or maybe have one of the sisters eat the stubborn right out of that pussy. Wouldn't that be a picture? He let that image settle into his mind. As wet as she got watching, he got the impression she wasn't a swinger, nor into women. Pity. He would willingly share her cunt with one of his concubines. He took a step closer. She didn't retreat, her chest pressed against his. Good for her. Showing no fear. She would be quite the enemy until she broke for him. And she would break. "I can't be yours. Not like this. No matter how sexy you swagger in a room with your fancy suit, really good hair, and impressive masculine build. You make me want to gag on my own vomit. You make the idea of death sound fantastic. That dream? I woke up feeling so dirty I nearly gave myself third degree burns in the shower this morning. I can't have you, and you can't have me. Let this go. Let my time on this planet expire and you can torment me in death, and wait for the next bitch in heat that pops out of a Cromwell vagina.”
He laughed. God, his bitch was colorful. He threw his head back and felt the laughter seep into his dark and charred soul. Fuck, she was perfect. He reached out and brushed his finger over her cheek. She didn't recoil. Progress.
“Oh, you don’t get it, do you?” His nail extended, the sharp tip 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.