“You are so beautiful with tears across you face, Giselle,” he murmured, cocking his head slightly to the side in a predatory way that made me take a step back even though I was already pressed against the wall.
“You found me.”
He nodded. “As I always do. I would urge you to stop running, as it inevitably leads to this moment but I have to admit,” his grin was sharp, “I’ve grown to love the chase.”
I was silent as I waited for my limbs to thaw free of the shock. There was a tingling in my toes that I took as a good sign.
“I think you like it too, sweet girl. You know that we are meant to be together but you run for both of our pleasure. Well, I forgive you for making it more interesting but now is the time to come together. I’ve searched for you long enough.” He laughed. “It took me too long to realize that you had reunited with your family. I never thought you would do such a thing.”
I bit my lip, trying to calculate if anyone would hear my screams. Running for the door wasn’t an option when his position put him closer to it. The sultry music playing throughout the gallery had a deep base so the chances of being heard were slim unless someone was right beside the door.
Christopher’s face darkened as he stepped towards me, stalking so slowly that it would have been comedic in any other situation.
“I’ve seen you with that man. It seems your taste for your sister’s men hasn’t waned but we both know that Daniel Sinclair isn’t right for you.” He stopped right before me, looking at me for a long moment before his hand snapped forward and tugged brutally at my hair. “He may give you the pain you like but he isn’t me.”
“No,” I finally hissed. “Sinclair is nothing like you.”
“What is the difference between us? He hurts you too.” Christopher pulled tighter on my hair until my neck was bent back at an excruciating angle. When he was satisfied with my position, he thrust his body against mine brutally. “You love to be painted just like your canvases, all this lovely white skin colored with mauve and yellow and black.”
To illustrate his point, his hand curled over my wrist and pressed. I bit back my whimper of pain because I knew he would enjoy it.
“You love the pain, you get off on it just like me.”
He words stirred the rage sitting at the bottom of my gut labeled with his name. I had hated him for so long but I had feared him for even longer and the depth of my childhood trauma had overtaken the wrath but only for so long. Heat travelled through my previously frozen limbs until I vibrated.
“I get off on the control. And you have absolutely no control over me, not anymore.” I practically spat at him.
His smile was disturbingly soft as he leaned back slightly to look over my face. “So beautiful. It’s good that we are together again.”
“Fuck you.” I yelled, spittle flying in his face.
He licked it from his lips, leaning closer to whisper, “Oh, I intend to.”
Before I could move, his stood on my feet, anchoring me to the floor while one arm latched over my arms, constricting them against my torso. With his free hand, he quickly undid his belt and tucked the hem of my skirt into the collar of my dress, exposing my bare sex to him. I sobbed when his fingers brutally pinched my clit.
“I never had your cunt. I wanted to save it for a special occasion, for when you were truly mine and now some other man has been inside you first.” He bit my ear so hard that I could feel his teeth break the skin. “I will have to punish you for that.”
I squirmed violently against his hold and opened my mouth to scream. He didn’t try to stop me, even when I drew breath again and again to shriek for help. Instead, he laughed cruelly and pierced his fingers inside me in time with my screams. I was still wet from my previous interlude with Sinclair but I quickly dried up and his fingers chafed brutally against my delicate flesh.
“Don’t fight this. We are meant to be together, I have always known that. Your mother wanted me to marry your sister but we both know she would never do. Even that gorgeous slut Cosima wasn’t good enough for me. I needed your purity, I needed to watch your corruption.”
My throat was in agony as I continued to scream; the sound even lesser than it had been a minute ago. I was loosing steam quickly. Christopher’s erection bounced wetly against my hip. He was small, turgid and an angry red that disgusted me but it also gave me an idea. I wasn’t strong enough to fight him but I was strong enough to seduce him.