Page 40 of Heartless Heathens

“Your clothes are wet.” She stated the obvious like it was a question.

“Would you rather I remove them?” I asked her and her cheeks flushed in a bright red color.

Curious.

Had she been brainwashed by his puritan crusade? Or had he truly spent so little time with this creature that his neglect would now be the downfall of the thing he prized the most?

I unbuttoned my black vest slowly before slipping it off, then moved to the button-down shirt, undoing one at a time before dropping the wet fabric to the ground as well. I slipped my trousers off each leg before throwing them onto the pile of wet clothes I had now formed next to the shower.

I left my boxers on.

Her eyes traveled down, so predictable.

I stepped closer. She stepped back.

My pet didn’t know if she was afraid of me or if she wanted more of me.

Like a baby chick who’d imprinted on a monster.

I stepped again, and we continued our dance until her back was pressed again the cold, tile wall. Her eyes jarred open and her pupils were blown wide. I prowled even closer, blocking the water from hitting her. Steam clouded the room.

“W-what are you doing?” she asked.

I tilted my head to the side, wondering what kind of answer she would prefer.

“What do you want me to do, Romina?” I asked, giving her something of a choice.

“I-I don’t know,” she confessed, looking down.

“Eyes up,” I instructed her, lifting her chin back up with my index finger.

With my other hand I reached between her legs, instead of clenching her thighs she parted them, making room for me. I slipped my finger through her folds, stroking the already slick center of her heat. She might have been innocent, but her body gave her away.

I coated my fingers in her arousal before moving them back and forth over her clit. She gasped loudly and clutched my bicep with one hand. I dropped my hold from her face to lift one of her legs and hitch it over my hip.

“Does that feel good, Pet?” I asked her and she nodded, turning her chin up to the ceiling and closing her eyes. “Uh-uh,” I reminded her, letting my movements come to a stop. “Answer me.”

“Y-yes,” she trembled out, jarring her eyes back open.

She shifted her gaze back down and in the same breath I slipped two fingers barely inside her, eliciting a sound that was more pain than pleasure. I pulled out and thrusted back inside of her, plunging them in as far as they’d go and pushing through the resistance of the thin barrier. She cried in my ear and sunk her nails sharply into my flesh.

“Ahh! That hurts!” she screamed and I chuckled darkly, pulling out to see the crimson staining over my fingers and the river or red running loosely down her legs with the water that cascaded down her flesh.

I raised the blood-soaked fingers to my mouth and closed my lips around them, tasting the sharp metal flavor of her so-called virtue on my tongue. It only raised more questions. Because if he hadn’t been keeping her up there as some sex pet for his amusement, why was she up there at all?

Was Claüde Frollo really that disturbed to let someone live a life like that?

I returned my fingers to her clit, circling my fingers once again to distract her from the pain I’d just caused her. She whimpered against me, and I dipped my fingers inside her again. I used her blood as lubricant and rubbed the inside of her walls, finding her g-spot and curling both fingers against it.

She was tight around my fingers, but her arousal let me move in and out easily, eliciting gasps of pleasure and moans of despair from her.

“No-no-no! Stop!” she cried out, her mouth betraying her body while she tensed and seized as if she was already coming.

She thrashed her head from side to side and I couldn’t hide the confusion from breaking through my expression. I pulled my fingers out from her and her eyes came open from the shock of it, as if she hadn’t just told me to stop. Like she didn’t know what she wanted.

So I made the decision for her.

“You don’t tell me no,” I gritted out, pressing the side of my forearm to her throat just tight enough to slow her breathing. “Do you understand me?” I said through clenched teeth.