Part 13 (2/2)

Marcello tensed, stopping in his easy thrusting. His mouth tore from her as he glared down at her. Tatiana's hands were weak at her sides. A crimson trail ran over her pale flesh from the puncturing wound. Her eyes opened, the lashes fluttering lazily.

He could see the dazed confusion in the depths.

Marcello's nostrils flared in anger. She'd dared to keep him prisoner to her? She dared to command him? Make him a slave?

His member was still hard, embedded deep. He'd met glorious release in her depths many times, but it had not been under his control to do so. She'd not been under his control and the idea of it drove him mad. He was a vampire. He liked his s.e.x raw, touched with a bit of pain. Pleasure and pain were so closely drawn for his kind and the beast in him wanted its turn.

With a demonic growl, he took over their lovemaking, turning it into something more primal and aggressive. His hips thrust anew, only this time he was wild and hard as he pounded himself into her.

Tatiana gasped at his rough claiming, but her body was used to his size after the countless hours he'd spent inside her and he didn't hurt her. She quickly learned his new rhythm, opening herself to him as she met the fierce thrust of his hips.

Her body jerked each time he came into it. His force pushed her up on the bed until her head struck against the solid oak headboard. Marcello didn't stop. Tatiana screamed as a violent release racked her body and her muscles spasmed and clenched tightly around him. It was like nothing she'd ever felt before. The combination of blood loss and intense pleasure left her weak. She couldn't move. She couldn't feel her limbs.

Marcello grunted in agony and pleasure as he came hard inside her body, heavily releasing himself. He felt her strength inside of him, stolen from her body. Angrily, he whipped out of her, lurching back off the bed to land on his feet.

Tatiana could only blink as she watched him. His pupils turned black as he stared at her naked, motionless body. She could see his rigid form, his fists clenching and unclenching as if he would strike her. When he opened his mouth only a roar of rage came out. He screamed violently, causing her to tremble. She pulled her legs up to her chest, but couldn't sit. Her body still sung with gratification and reason was slow to come.

When the roaring stopped, Tatiana blinked. She felt herself coming out of the daze she'd spent the last several days in. In horror over what she'd done with him, she'd screamed--a high pitched bloodcurdling sound. Marcello's demon eyes turned to her.

She was confused, bewildered, as she looked at his naked body then hers. Could they really have come together? Did she just...? Tatiana gulped. Her limbs still remembered the feel of him. Her lips still carried the wicked taste of him. Her skin smelled of him.

Tatiana was propelled into action. She grabbed a silk coverlet and hid herself from view. Her hair was a wild, unruly mess over her shoulders, matching the untamed look of the vampire. In shock, she saw his fangs, saw blood staining his chin--her blood.

Tatiana reached for her neck. It was sore. She screamed again when her fingers came back b.l.o.o.d.y.

”Silence!” Marcello yelled, slas.h.i.+ng his hand through the air. He'd wanted her, but that wasn't the point. She'd tried to take his will from him. She had the impudence to command him--make him clean up her brother's mess. He thought with disgust how she'd commanded him to dig a grave and bury the body. For that, she would pay--dearly.

Tatiana instantly snapped her mouth shut and didn't move. Her wide eyes looked at him. He was still naked and didn't seem to notice.

”Porca miseria! Mi fa specie di te!”he growled at her.”Baldracca!”

Tatiana trembled. Her lips quaked, as she said weakly, ”I don't understand.”

”I can't believe you did this to me!” he clarified. ”You dare to try and control me, you wh.o.r.e?”

With each word, his voice grew louder until he howled viciously at her. Tatiana jerked, huddling back on the bed. How could she have let him inside her? How could she have demanded he come to her--again and again? She grew nauseous. His words were right. She was a wh.o.r.e. Whatever had come over her? It had been a spell, black magic. That was the only logical explanation for it.

”Please,” Tatiana begged. Tears came to her eyes. ”I want to go home, now. Please, give me my clothes and let me go.”

”You will go home,baldracca ,” he stated darkly. ”And I will take you there as you are.”

”No, please, my lord,” she begged. Tatiana thought of how low she'd become. She couldn't let this Count drag her back. The lingering effects of her ancestry stirred within her, but were tempered back. It was the witch in her that made her act with such wanton longing. It was the woman in her that now revolted against it. She hated the part of her mother's people that grew inside her. She knew she'd never again let it to the surface. She wished her voice was stronger, as she said, ”Please, I will go alone. I can walk. I know the way.”

”No,” he said. His body was still tight and he hadn't moved, except to blink. ”I will teach you the folly of trying to control me,baldracca --”

”Quit calling me a wh.o.r.e,” she screamed. ”Just stop!”

Marcello darted forward. He grabbed her about her neck and squeezed. Tatiana cried out in horror to see the blurring speed with which he moved. His grip tightened and it became hard for her to breathe.

”I am going to tell everyone what you've done. I will expose Henry for a murderer,” Marcello whispered in deadly pa.s.sion. His accent became thicker as he spoke. ”Your family will be ruined,bella mia . You will be ruined. You will be a ...battona ... a prost.i.tute.”

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