Page 87 of Downfall

He takes in a deep breath, running his nose against my skin and I can feel the way his stubble pricks mine. “I missed you Rose.” He says quietly. As if he has a right.

I snarl screaming out that I didn’t miss him. That I hate him. That I wish he was dead. Only none of my words make any sense with this damn fabric in my mouth.

I can smell him now. That delicious, deadly scent that is like a poison to me, that beguiles me into thinking he’s something of safety. Someone to want. Someone I can trust.

He yanks on the straps of my night dress and we both hear the rip as the flimsy fabric gives way. Then he slides it down off my shoulders. Slowly. His eyes fixed on my body more than my face. Perhaps he doesn’t want to see the anger, perhaps he doesn’t want to see the fear too. Is he trying to pretend that I want this, that I’m as up for this moment as he is?

“Let me go.” I articulate each word as loudly as I can.

He looks up at me grinning. Yeah he understood well enough didn’t he? The prick.

“That’s not how this works.” He says. “I let you go when I’m finished remember.”

I shake my head. “Not anymore.”

He ignores me yanking the silk so that my breasts are exposed. My nipples harden almost instantly and though I will die on the hill that it’s simply exposure to the air I can’t deny the flash of arousal that permeates through to my core.

Even my stupid body is betraying me now.

He lowers his mouth, peppering each one with soft kisses. I can feel his saliva wet against me. I can feel the way his lips caress me long after he removes them.

I shut my eyes, turning my head away. There’s nothing I can do. I’m trapped. Caught in his game until he’s done and while he no doubt is enjoying this new form of torture, I refuse to show that I am. On any level.

He runs his fingers down, removing more of the silk nightgown and revealing more and more of me as he goes. I jerk. I kick out. Landing a perfectly aimed strike to his face but still it does nothing. It’s like he doesn’t even feel it.

He grabs my thighs, forcing them apart as I try to lock them.

“No.” I say as loud as I can. Where the fuck are my security? How have they not heard any of this? How the hell have they not intervened?

He lowers his face and I can feel it, his hot breath hitting my core. I freeze, caught between the undeniable want for him to continue and the bitter hatred festering inside me at that realisation.

He takes in a deep breath groaning. “Your pussy always smelt so good.” He mutters.

I pull my hips back into the mattress, the only movement I can make now, trying to gain whatever few inches I can between him and me.

He sweeps his tongue up. One long languid lick that sends shockwaves through me and I grit my teeth so hard to force down the moan of both shock and pleasure.

He smirks as if he knows and then he turns his head biting my inner thigh as I shriek. Only he doesn’t let up. He just releases his grip and takes another bite. Tearing into the soft flesh enough that I know he’s made me bleed.

My tears stream then. My body shakes.

The old Roman never hurt me. Not once. Even when we did play pretend, he never crossed that line. No, the pain he gave me was so much worse. So much more devastating. I pull my leg free enough to aim another kick and he snarls narrowly avoiding it before biting me again even harder.

I thrash more, trying to throw him off and he grabs my legs, tying each one so that the last of my defence is gone.

I’m spread eagled now. Like an all you can eat buffet for him. I whimper as I realise it. Too ashamed now to do anything as he maims more of my flesh.

His fingers grab at me, spreading my labia apart and baring me wide open for him and then he pauses fixing me with a look.

“Pretend you don’t want this Rose. Pretend you’re not as eager for me to be in your cunt as I am.”

I shake my head screaming that I don’t.

He laughs, running one finger right up to my clit which throbs so hard in response. The needy traitorous bitch.

“Why are you wet then? Huh?” He mutters. “You’re dripping for me.”

I shake my head again. Refusing to give in. Refusing to give him any satisfaction.

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