Despite Violetta's pained cries and desperate pleas, Cade showed no signs of slowing down or being gentle. If anything, he seemed spurred on by her distress, his hips snapping forward with renewed vigor as he continued to pound into Violetta's bruised, aching cunt. The wet, obscene sounds of flesh slapping against flesh grew louder, more brutal, as Cade fucked Violetta with wild abandon, his heavy balls slapping against her ass with each violent thrust.
"Noooo! Ahhh! Cade, please! It hurts!" Violetta sobbed, her voice breaking on a particularly harsh cry of pain as Cade's cock rammed against a sensitive spot deep inside her. Tears streamed down her face, her violet eyes wide and pleading as she looked back at Cade over her shoulder. "Please, Cade! Be gentler!" Violetta choked out between harsh, gulping sobs, her body shaking and jerking with each punishing thrust of Cade's hips against her ass. Her cunt clenched and fluttered around Cade's pistoning length, the velvet walls raw and sore from the brutal fucking. Violetta's nails raked down Roy's chest, leaving angry red lines in their wake as she clung to him, as if he were her anchor in the storm of pleasure and pain.
Roy, his brow furrowed with anger and concern, watched helplessly as Violetta suffered through Cade's ruthless fucking. He could see the anguish etched onto her beautiful face, could hear the desperation and pain in her voice as she begged Cade to stop. Unable to bear it any longer, Roy acted on instinct. His leg shot out, his foot connecting with Cade's thigh in a sharp, painful kick. "Fuck! What the hell are you doing, you uncouth bastard?" Roy snarled, his voice a low, furious growl. "Look at what you're doing to Her Grace! You're hurting her, you insensitive brute!"
Cade, caught off guard by Roy's sudden and painful kick to his thigh, stumbled and lost his rhythm. He gasped, his hips jerking forward one last time before he froze, his cock buried deep inside Violetta's bruised and aching cunt. Before he could recover, Roy seized the opportunity to act. With a low, furious growl, Roy wrapped his arms around Violetta's waist and wrenched her away from Cade, pulling her off his still-twitching cock with a gush of her juices. Violetta whimpered and sobbed, her body shaking as Roy laid her down gently on the bed.
Before Cade could react, Roy's fist connected with his jaw in a sharp, painful crack. The force of the blow sent Cade's head snapping to the side, his body following a moment later as he was launched off the bed. He crashed to the floor in a tangle of limbs and curses, his hand coming up to cradle his already swelling jaw. "Fuck! What the hell, Roy?" Cade snarled, his eyes flashing with anger and surprise.
But Roy was already turning away from him, his attention solely focused on Violetta. He gathered her shaking, naked body into his arms, holding her close as he stroked her hair and murmured soothing words of comfort. "Shhh, my lady...I have you now. You're safe," Roy murmured, his voice a low, gentle rumble. He glared over at Cade, his eyes hard and furious. "Get out, Cade," Roy growled, his voice dripping with disdain. "Get out of here now, before I call the guards and have you thrown out of the palace. I swear to God, if you ever lay a hand on Her Grace like that again, I will not hesitate to end you." Roy's hand tightened around Violetta, holding her protectively against his chest as he waited for Cade to leave, his eyes never leaving the other man's face, ready to strike again if necessary.
Cade looked up at Violetta, his anger and shock giving way to a look of horrified realization. He saw the tears streaking down her face, the anguish and pain in her violet eyes, and the way her body trembled in Roy's protective embrace. "Duchess, my lady, I...I'm so sorry," Cade stammered, his voice rough with remorse. "I didn't mean to hurt you. Please, you must believe me..." He took a step towards the bed, his hand outstretched as if to reach for her.
But Roy cut him off with a furious shout, his voice echoing off the chamber walls. "GET OUT, CADE!" he roared, his eyes blazing with rage. Cade flinched, the force of Roy's shout making him recoil. He stared at Violetta for a long, tense moment, his expression a mix of sorrow, shame and longing. Then, with a heavy sigh, Cade turned and walked out of the room, closing the door softly behind him.
As soon as Cade was gone, Violetta seemed to collapse in on herself, her body shaking and shuddering as sobs wracked her frame. She clung to Roy, burying her face against his chest, her tears soaking his chest as she wept. "Shhh, Violetta," Roy murmured, his voice a low, soothing rumble as he stroked her hair, her back, her arms. He held her close, rocking her gently as she cried, his own anger and distress giving way to a fierce, protective tenderness.
After a few moments of letting the tears flow freely, Violetta slowly pulled herself together, her sobs tapering off into occasional hiccups and sniffles. She withdrew from Roy's embrace, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand before fixing Cade with a look of utter contempt. "Fucking bastard," Violetta spat, her voice dripping with disdain. "I let that brute fuck me, and this is the thanks I get? A bruised cunt and a dose of pain?" She shook her head in disgust, her long hair swishing around her shoulders.
Violetta turned to Roy, her violet eyes shining with unshed tears and a newfound appreciation. She reached out and cupped his cheek, her slender fingers brushing gently over his skin as she gazed at him with open gratitude. "Had it not been for you, Roy," Violetta murmured, her voice soft and low, "God only knows what that uncouth savage would have done to me. You saved me from a fate far worse than a sore pussy." She let out a short, bitter laugh, shaking her head. "I owe you my thanks, Roy. Truly, I do."
Roy smiled softly at Violetta, his eyes warm and filled with gentle concern. He reached over to the disheveled bedsheets, plucking the discarded towel from where it lay in a crumpled heap. With a tender, almost reverent motion, Roy wrapped the fabric around Violetta's naked, trembling form. He began to dry her off, the towel brushing over her curves with a delicate, almost worshipful touch.
"Come, my lady," Roy murmured, his voice a low, soothing rumble as he carefully patted the water from her skin. "Let us dry you off and get you dressed. You've been through quite an ordeal." His hands lingered on her skin a moment longer than necessary, savoring the feel of her silken flesh beneath his fingertips. Roy's gaze drifted over Violetta's body, taking in the sight of her heaving breasts, the rosy peaks still stiff and sensitive from his earlier attentions. He felt his cock twitch, a flicker of renewed arousal sparking to life despite the circumstances. But Roy tamped down on the urge, knowing that Violetta needed comfort and care, not lustful desire.
Violetta let out a short, breathless chuckle, shaking her head as she looked down at herself. The towel clung to her damp skin, the fabric molding to the swell of her breasts, the dip of her waist, the flare of her hips. "I believe I'm dry enough now, save for the hair," she teased, a small smile playing at the corners of her kiss-swollen lips. She reached up and squeezed Roy's arm, her fingers lingering on the firm muscle beneath the skin. "Though I must say, being dried and tended to by you is not an unpleasant experience, Roy." Violetta's eyes sparkled with mischief and a renewed sense of playfulness, the horror of Cade's brutal fucking already fading in the warm glow of Roy's gentle care.
Roy's smile widened, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he met Violetta's playful gaze. "As my lady wishes," he replied, his voice a low, playful purr. He reached up and began to gently dry her long, silky hair with the towel, his fingers combing through the damp strands, wringing out the excess water. He worked his way down the length of her hair, the towel soft and warm against her scalp. Violetta leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering shut as she savored the gentle sensation. Roy's fingers lingered at the nape of her neck, his thumb brushing over her racing pulse, before he tucked the towel behind her ear, the fabric draped over one shoulder like a makeshift shawl.
"Mmmm, that feels lovely," Violetta murmured, a soft sigh of contentment escaping her lips. She could feel the heat of Roy's body so close to hers, could smell the clean, masculine scent of his skin, and it made her feel safe, cherished, and oddly aroused all at the same time.
After a few minutes of gentle, attentive drying, Roy made some distance between them and withdrew the towel from Violetta's hair. He gave the damp strands a final, soft pat, tucking a few lingering droplets behind her ear. "There, all done," Roy declared, a note of satisfaction in his low, warm voice. "Your hair is still a bit dewy, but it should dry off nicely on its own in this warm room." Roy's gaze drifted over her once more, taking in the way the damp fabric clung to her curves, the way her hair fell in soft, tousled waves around her face. The bruises and marks from Cade's rough handling were already fading, replaced by a soft, rosy glow from Roy's tender care.
Violetta reached up and touched her hair, feeling the damp strands that still clung to her scalp. "Of course," she agreed with a small, contented smile. Her violet eyes sparkled as she looked up at Roy, a hint of mischief and playfulness dancing in their depths. "But I find myself in need of something more than just a towel, I'm afraid." Violetta turned and pointed to a pair of delicate, lace-trimmed panties and a thin, gauzy chemise that lay in a soft heap on the bed. The panties were a shimmery, silky fabric, the lace edging a deep, rich black that seemed to absorb the light. The chemise was made of the same gossamer material, the sheer, wispy fabric so thin that it was nearly translucent.
"Would you be so kind as to put those on me, Roy darling?" Violetta asked, her voice a low, breathy murmur. She turned to face him, the towel falling away from her body as she did, leaving her bare once more, the fabric parting to reveal the creamy swell of her breasts, the rosy peaks of her nipples still stiff and sensitive from Roy's earlier suckling. Violetta's eyes were heavy-lidded, her lips parted slightly as she looked up at Roy through long, dark lashes. She bit her lower lip, a coy gesture that drew Roy's gaze to her mouth, to the way her teeth sank into the plump, glossy flesh. Violetta's tongue darted out, wetting her lips, and Roy felt his cock twitch, a flicker of renewed arousal sparking to life in his veins.