I am in my bedroom now, pacing and raging, at her and at myself. I feel the blackness coming to claim me, and I fight it. I’m stronger than the blackness.

Why did I even bother trying to justify myself to her? Why bother to tell her what Galina had done? I own her ass. I don’t have to explain my actions to her, or anyone.

Why didn’t I take her?

Who the fuck cares whether she begged me? Since when do I wait for permission?

But I want her to beg me. I want her to want me, to crave it, to need me the way I need her. I want to know that she burns for me, that she’ll die without me. I want to hear it from her sweet, soft lips.

She’s mine. And if I don’t have her, I’m going to explode.

The hell with this.

I storm out, barreling down the hallway until I reach her room.

She’s sitting on her bed, reading a book.

She looks up at me as I advance on her, her eyes huge. Her silky hair is in her face. I want to tangle my fingers in it, to hear her mingled cry of pain and pleasure. I love it when her pink lips make that “O” as she cries out.

“Sir. Please…do it.” It’s a whisper.

“Do what, Pussy Willow?”

“Take me.”

This is better. Sweet, soft, Willow, fighting her need for me. Because she’s such a good little girl.

“Take you?” I bray harsh laughter. “Out on a date?”

Tears of humiliation run down her cheeks, and my dick is hard enough to cut diamonds.

“Fuck me. Is that what you want to hear? I want you to fuck me!” She chokes back a sob.

Triumph rushes through me. I’ve never felt so alive, so powerful. All those times I killed for revenge? It was nothing like this. Sweet little Willow…so pure and clean. I’ve stained her with my darkness, which means I’m part of her, now and forever. I’ve put dirty words in her luscious little mouth.

“Just so you know,” I growl, “I would have done it whether you begged me or not. Now stand up.”

She sucks in a breath.

And I reach down and grab the neckline of her cotton dress. I rip it in half, then shove her backward onto the bed.

I use the shreds of cotton to bind each hand to the headboard. I pause to admire her. The red slashes across her pale flash, where I’ve marked her as mine. Her perfect small white breasts, tipped with pink rosebud nipples that are swollen with desire for me. Her flat belly. Her sweet, clean sex, oozing with moisture, hungry for my cock.

“Untie me,” she pleads. “I don’t…I don’t want it like this. I want to touch you.”

I ignore her. I shove two fingers inside her, and I’m rough, but she’s wet.

“Oh. Oh. Oh.” More sobs than words.

I curve my fingers inside her and stroke the special spot on her inner wall. She sucks in a gulp of air and goes rigid, arching her back for me. I’m watching her face as I touch her, stroking and stroking, bringing her closer and closer. Her eyes are losing focus; her gasps of pleasure are driving me to the edge of madness.

I bend down and bite her neck hard enough to make her whimper, then lick the spot. Pleasure and pain. Just the way she likes it.

I move down to her beautiful breasts, to the tight pink rosebud nipples. I suck on them, nip at them, and she jerks beneath my mouth.

When I slide my fingers out, she moans in protest, and her dazed eyes look at me, fearful. She’s afraid I’ll stop.

I make myself wait, straddling her, counting down from ten – just to prove to myself that I still can.

Then I pull a condom from my pocket and roll it onto myself.

I slide my cock against her tight entrance and feel resistance. God, I love that. I shove into her, inch by inch, taking it slow. She’s moving toward me because she wants it so bad.

I take my time, drawing back, then thrusting in hard until I’m buried to the hilt. My balls are slapping against her ass, and I thrust again and again.

I feel the swelling tide of pleasure inside me, and I know it will be soon. I slow down my thrusts until I hear the gasps that tell me she’s going to come.

Then I resume with a fury, slamming into her so hard that the bed rams against the wall, and her walls spasm and clench my cock, and she’s screaming, Oh God, yes, yes, yes, and crying at the same time…

And I shatter into a million pieces, and explode. The hot rush of my come, the release, the ecstasy… I’m about to pull her to me, hold her in my arms, and then I realize what I’m doing and stop myself just in time.

My cock feels so at home buried inside her tight heat, with the aftershocks of her orgasm still sending rippling shudders through her body… I carefully slide out of her and peel off the condom.

I untie her hands and slide off the bed.

“You’re…you’re leaving?” Her voice is tiny and weak and timid. I know she’ll hate herself for asking.

I want to stay. I want to stroke her and kiss her, and breathe in her sweet scent. I’ve got to shut that down right now.

“You’re fucking kidding me, right?” I force a laugh. “Did you want to cuddle?” And I walk out.

Behind me, I hear her quiet sobs. And I punch the wall as I walk down the hall, because her misery doesn’t turn me on the way it should. It doesn’t turn me on at all.