Lucien smirked down at Violetta's terrified expression, a wicked gleam in his eyes as he drank in every moment of her fear and distress. He could feel her trembling beneath him, could see the way her breasts heaved with each panicked breath she took. It was intoxicating, this power he held over her, this complete and utter control.
"Shhh, don't worry, my dear," Lucien purred, his voice a low, mocking rumble. "I won't do anything to you...not yet." He trailed his index finger along the soft, plush curve of Violetta's lower lip, tracing the delicate skin before pressing the digit past her teeth, forcing her to part her lips and accept the crude intrusion.
Violetta gagged, her throat constricting around Lucien's finger as she tried desperately to hold back the bile rising in her throat. She could taste the salt of her own fear on her tongue, could feel the rough, calloused skin of Lucien's finger scraping against the sensitive flesh of her mouth. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes, streaking down her temples and dampening her hair.
"Until our wedding night," Lucien continued, his voice dripping with false sincerity. "Until I can legally claim you as my wife, my bride.." He emphasized each word with a sharp, brutal thrust of his hips, grinding his hardening cock against Violetta's sore, aching sex. Violetta cried out, a muffled sound of pain and protest around Lucien's invading finger, her back arching sharply off the bed as she tried to escape the cruel stimulation.
"Then, my dear," Lucien whispered, his breath hot and fetid against Violetta's ear, "then I will take what is rightfully mine. I will fuck you in every room of this mansion, in every corner and chamber, until my seed is dripping from your cunt and your belly is swollen with my child." He punctuated each filthy promise with a roll of his hips, a brutal grind of his clothed erection against Violetta's most intimate place.
But Violetta was not about to go down without a fight. With a sudden, sharp movement, she snapped her teeth down hard on Lucien's finger, her sharp incisors sinking into the tender flesh until she tasted the coppery tang of blood on her tongue. Lucien cursed, a harsh bark of pain and surprise escaping his lips as he wrenched his hand back, his finger throbbing and already swelling from Violetta's vicious bite. His eyes flashing with anger as he struggled to maintain his grip on Violetta's wrists.
However, she wrenched her hands free, her one hand came up, her nails digging into the back of Lucien's hand, leaving angry red lines in their wake as she scratched and clawed at his skin. Lucien snarled, his eyes flashing with a dangerous light as he felt Violetta's nails scoring his skin, leaving angry red lines in their wake.
But Violetta was not finished with her defiance. No, she draped her other hand around the back of Lucien's neck, her fingers curling into the hair at his nape.
She dug her nails into his flesh, clawing at his skin hard enough to leave bloody furrows in her wake. She leaned up, her face mere inches from his own, her breath hot and fast against his skin, mingling with his own as she stared into his eyes with a fierce, unyielding light. "Oh, Lucien," Violetta taunted, a cruel, mocking smile twisting her lips. "I'd love to see you try. I wonder..." Her voice dropped to a purr, a deliberate imitation of Lucien's own seductive tone. "...I wonder if your cock will be bigger than Cassian's." She paused, letting the words sink in, letting Lucien feel the full force of her defiance and disdain. "Though I must admit, I doubt that it will be. His was quite impressive, after all." Violetta finished, a wicked, knowing smirk playing at the corners of her mouth as she watched Lucien's reaction to her taunt.
She could see the anger flashing in his eyes, could feel the way his body tensed and tightened above her at the mention of his name. It was a delicious feeling, knowing that she had gotten under his skin, that she had struck a nerve with her cruel words. Violetta knew that she was playing a dangerous game, provoking Lucien like this, but she couldn't help herself. The fear and panic that had gripped her only moments before had given way to a fierce, defiant anger, a burning desire to wipe the smug, self-satisfied smirk off Lucien's face.
She wanted to hurt him, to make him feel the same shame and humiliation that he was trying to inflict upon her. And if taunting him with the memory of Cassian's superior endowments would do that, then Violetta was more than happy to oblige. "Though I suppose we'll find out soon enough," she continued, her voice a low, mocking purr as she traced one finger down the line of Lucien's jaw, her nail digging into his skin hard enough to leave a red crescent in its wake. "On our wedding night, of course. When you finally get to see for yourself just how inadequate you truly are." Violetta finished, her voice dripping with disdain and contempt.
She could feel the anger radiating off Lucien in waves, could see the way his hands clenched and unclenched at his sides as he struggled to maintain his control. And she knew, with a sudden, fierce certainty, that her taunts had struck their mark. Violetta had no idea what the future would hold, no idea of the consequences that her defiance might bring. But she did know one thing for certain - she would not go down without a fight. She would not let Lucien break her, or own her, or control her in any way. And if that meant provoking his anger, his rage...then so be it.
Lucien's hand came up, his fingers curling around the soft, pliant flesh of Violetta's breast. He squeezed hard, his fingers sinking into the delicate skin, leaving angry red imprints in their wake. Violetta gasped, a sharp, painful sound escaping her lips as Lucien's grip tightened, his fingers digging into her tender flesh with brutal force.
"Sure, you'll find out soon enough, you little slut," Lucien growled, his voice a low, menacing rasp. "On our wedding night, I'll make sure you scream my name until your throat is raw and your voice is hoarse. I'll fuck you so hard, so thoroughly, that you'll forget all about your precious Cassian." His thumb and forefinger found Violetta's nipple, the sensitive peak already stiff and aching from her earlier encounters. He pinched it hard, rolling the tender bud between his fingers, stretching it out until Violetta sobbed, hot tears leaking from the corners of her eyes.
"Ahh! Dio mio, please..." Violetta whimpered, her back arching off the bed as she tried to wriggle away from Lucien's punishing touch. But there was nowhere to go, nowhere to escape the relentless assault on her over-sensitized body. Lucien's fingers tightened, twisting Violetta's nipple harder, the sharp, agonizing pain shooting like lightning straight to her core.
"That's it, scream for me," Lucien taunted, his breath hot and ragged against Violetta's ear as he continued his brutal assault on her breast. "Let everyone in this mansion hear what a wanton slut you are. Let them know that you're nothing more than a set of holes for men to use." He punctuated each cruel word with a harsh, twisting pinch to Violetta's nipple, the tender flesh throbbing and pulsing with pain and unwanted arousal.
Violetta could feel a shameful heat building between her thighs, a traitorous ache that had nothing to do with the pain Lucien was inflicting on her. Her body was betraying her, responding to his cruel touch even as her mind screamed in protest. She could feel the slick, shameful evidence of her unwanted arousal coating her inner thighs, the musky scent of her excitement filling the air between them.
But even through the pain, even through the fear and humiliation that threatened to overwhelm her, Violetta refused to back down. She would not give Lucien the satisfaction of breaking her, of seeing her beg for mercy. Instead, she lifted her chin, her violet eyes flashing with a fierce, defiant light as she stared up at Lucien, a mocking, taunting smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
"Oh, I'm sure you'll try, my lord husband," Violetta purred, her voice dripping with false sweetness and sarcasm. "I'm sure you'll put every ounce of your considerable strength and skill into trying to make me scream your name." She paused, letting the words hang in the air between them, letting Lucien feel the full force of her mockery. "But I'm not so easily impressed, my dear. It will take more than a few rough gropings and painful pinches to make me forget the pleasure that a real man can provide."