- Do not even think such a thing! Do not you dare touch me! - The woman shouted as she watched Raphael approach her. The same look perverse and macabre. For a moment he stopped, observing the forms of her body with his eyes half-closed. Ivy did not know if she was angry or scared... Worse... That look was... Arousing her? No. She could never admit such a thing. First the strange dream, now this? - Let me out of here... I rather a million times to clean the floor that you sent me than let you touch me...
- It's good that you prefer it so. With this, I can go against your will once more. - The man began to surround her. Slowly withdrew the bottle cap he carried. Approached his nostrils and inhaled the intoxicating scent of its content. - Any idea of what it contains here?
- Knowing you as I do? There should be poison in this bottle. Something extremely corrosive to you does not have to compare your beauty and mine again. - Mocked the Englishwoman.
- Do not worry about it. There would never be competition between us... I certainly would win. And tell me, what I would do with an eroded woman? Feel yourself the contents of this bottle. – Then he lifted the bottle up and let the woman inhale.
- Strawberry... Rosemary... Almond? What for? - Then the woman's eyes widened. - Aphrodisiac? I had no idea you were so pitiful! Or that you needed something as this to keep yourself up! - She laughed.
And he laughed with and ultimately explain:
- Who said this is for me? This will be my sweetest revenge... - So it was letting drops of liquid fall on his white hand. He rubbed both hands and went to the woman's back. He leaned behind her. Such a gesture fitted them perfectly. He was close to her ear. It was possible for the Britishwoman immediately feel his breath there. He began passing his wet hands of aphrodisiac, starting with the huge breasts she had, taking time with it.
- Stop it, you damned one. - She screamed, struggling a bit. But her action was being worse, ever since her body leaned back on him, she could feel the rigid masculinity of him, stinging her bare buttocks. And his hands, which were inert before, now began to fall below her belly. But not straight into her point, as she expected, but went slowly to her back, causing her body to rear up at him. He stepped back and slid one hand in the between of her thighs, trying to open her legs more. Ivy tried to avoid, but her body did not obey. Maybe it was an aphrodisiac effect, or who knows ... After she got the legs opened enough, he was spending more of the liquid, running with certain hurry toward the woman's intimacy.
His touches were very kind for someone who said that hated her so much. Gentle and sexy. Then, she found the scariest thought of all: She would be taken by her enemy, with no chance of defense and worse, could end up liking it!
- It seems you like to be touched like that... - He said by sliding his fingers lightly in the clitoral lump that had begun to balloon out, because of his soft movements.
- I told you to stop... This is... Ah... An outrage against me! - She said, letting out a groan almost impossible to be hidden.
So Raphael went back to fit on the rear and fleshy bands of the woman, stroking her sex through the front. Now, it was clear to Ivy, the blonde's member throbbing in his noble pants. The Countess' eyes closed. Since there was not much to do, she decided to take advantage of that feeling. It was the aphrodisiac taking on her mind.
- So it turns out the true side of a lady... Do not be ashamed, my lady, you can show me what you are actually... Unleash the beast that is in you... I assure you I can contain it... – For the Englishwoman, his French accent never seemed so sexy.
- Stop, Raphael... - The woman said in an almost pleading tone... It was that or fall into desire.
- Oh… Did you just called me by my first name? This is a good sign... A sign that you shall surrender to me! – Then he kissed her neck and her shoulder. Sometimes, his teeth scratched the area.
She was already reaching the limit of her arousal. Being that weak was not like her, but it was a long time since she had any sexual contact with anyone. Her pride no longer allowed doing this as in youth, which she seduced many of her suitors and then made them disappear and no one heard more about them. Some, she killed by herself, others disappeared ashamed of having been tortured by a simple teenager.
- Take me, damn it! - She moaned too close to her climax to her pride could stop her.
- Say it again... I did not hear very well... Beg for my body. - He said rubbing against her.
She was out of her mind, the aphrodisiac, the accent, the lust, all conspired to make the lady fall into this trap of desire.
- I... I... - The woman moaned sometimes unable to finish the sentence, since it had been interrupted by incessant knocks the iron door of the place.
Lord Sorel looked at the door and asked, wondering who would dare to interrupt this moment:
- Who's there?
Then the voice from outside, shouted desperately, answering the question of the French:
- It is me, Marjorie, My Lord!
- And what do you want? – He asked, calmly, without left touching the body of the sighing Countess.
- It's Amy! I can't find her anywhere! She disappeared! – Said the French housekeeper almost crying.
Immediately, he left the noblewoman in the chains and opened the door for his maid.
- What did you say, woman? - Asked the man in an authoritative, dark tone.
- Amy disappeared, Lord Sorel. Forgive me... It must have been my distraction.
- I do not care about it right now. I have no time to lose! We have to find my daughter. Say to the others to prepare my carriage.
- Yes, My Lord. – Then, the housekeeper spotted the swinging body of the Countess, and decided to ask, scared of taking an unfriendly response from her master. - And what will you do with her, sir?
- Hmm... I will leave her right there.
- Wait, Raphael... What happened to Amy? - Asked the woman who was not concentrated enough to have understood what the man had talked to Marjorie in perfect French.
- It is not of your matter, Isabella. Stay there and wait for me.
- I have esteem for the child... Tell me what happened.
- She is gone! - Said the angry man. - And I'm going after her.
- I want to go! I can help it... - Each word of the woman were a mix of groan, sigh and the same authority that was gave by her nobility.
After pondering a bit about the subject, the noble finally decided. He approached her and pulled a lever, making the daughter of Cervantes fall to her knees. As was typical of the attentive housekeeper, she ran toward the woman on her knees and asked her if she was okay. The woman nodded her head. And she rose up with a little help from the Frenchwoman; even she doesn't like at all of being helped, exhaust from her unsatisfied body.
- Marjorie, I gave you an order... Do it. - Said the blonde, showing not be too concerned about the status of women on the floor.
- Yes, My Lord. – The maid agreed and ended up leaving Ivy where she was. - Forgive me, Lady Valentine. Excuse me. - And finally left the place.
- So you've made friends with the maids? You are born for this. - The man laughed in derision.
Without saying a word, she came near him, still half staggering, ready to fight back such provocation, but all she got was collapsing in the man's chest. He was surprised by what happened. He could toss her into the ground. It was his enemy, was scum as all his other enemies were. He could not. Isabella was there, helpless. The same woman who could kill others as coldly as himself. That was sadistic enough to laugh at the wounds of her enemies. This same Ivy was lying in his arms as a mere girl.
Then she lifted her head. Her eyes were dull, derivative of exhaustion. But though her lips were without lipstick, did not fail to have the same red appearance. Without realizing it, Raphael was carried away by the moment. For the first time, was detecting a crack in that fortress of a woman. Worse, detecting a crack in his own. He dropped her immediately on the floor, and left. However, that image of helplessness that Lady Valentine could be teased his imagination.
- This time, you were not mine, but believe, you will not escape next time. - He said to himself in a promise, preparing to enter his carriage and go in search of his daughter. But he was surprised by the figure of the Englishwoman, running toward him, dressed, armed and ready for a fight:
- As I said before, I will go too. This overcomes your orders, Lord Sorel. It is the life of a girl we're talking about. - Said the woman who was truly interested in what was happening at that moment. Actually, caring too much. The Frenchman wondered those attitudes.
- Why do you care?
For a moment, Ivy hesitated of her answer. Neither had she known why she was so worried about the fate of this child. It was just a child anyway. No... It was not just a child... It was Amy. The only girl in whom, she could see herself. And who she did not want the same cursed fate. She was, who knows why, compelled to care for her.
- It's very simple, it's just a girl, and let her get lost there is a death sentence. - Said, without revealing her truth.
- Amy knows how to defend herself. She is an excellent fighter. - Raphael signed. – I just do not understand the escape. She may have been kidnapped... No... She's too smart for that...
- Perhaps she have realized that you are a bastard and went looking for a better father... – Mocked the Englishwoman.
- If you really want to go, barrel of laughs, let's go. – He replied in a serious tone.
Then the coach departed in the past midnight, to the city. Faster as she could be, Amy could not have gone too far. After all, she was walking. Through the window of the vehicle, Ivy was trying to see any trace of the child and the same thing was happening with the Frenchman. Until she see something familiar. It looked like a rose of tissue.
- It is Amy's rose! - She cried in amazement.
- What did you say? - Fluster the noble.
- The rose that Amy wears around her neck! It's there, hanging. Look. - Said the woman pointing out the window.
- Claude! Stop the carriage! - Said the man – We shall stay here.
Then the old man, the guide carriage stopped, saying a few words to his master.
- Of course. We will take care. - Replied the blond.
And the woman went along with him, not even waiting for the kindness that normally would be due to her.
Meanwhile, Lord Sorel picked up his daughter's rose from the ground and held in the palm of his hand, looking, wanted to make sure it was the rose which he had given especially for his child to wear. It came to be assured that was Amy's rose.
- Then, Lord Sorel? This belongs to the young one? - Asked Ivy approaching.
- Without a doubt it does.
- Means that she must have passed through here recently. This is a good sign. - It was possible for the women to notice that Raphael seem really sad about child's disappearance. And for a moment, he no longer seemed so vulgar. Not so annoying. Seemed nothing but a parent concerned about the safety of his daughter. She was not sure how to behave at that moment, but said that it seemed clever at the time. - Do not worry. We shall find her. She'll be fine. You said that she knows how to defend herself well.
- Yes... Of course. Come on. - When they finally decided to continue walking in search of child...
- Now what have we here? - Said a thief who was accompanied by his partners. - A noble couple lost in the streets at dawn...
Ivy and Raphael looked at each other.
- You hand us all your money and nobody gets hurt. - Ordered one of the thieves.
In front of them, three thugs.
In a fast-moving, almost unseen by them, both Flambert and Valentine were pointed at the throats of two of them.
- What about you give us all your money? - Laughed the French nobleman.
In a sarcastic laugh, Lady Valentine agreed:
- This is an excellent idea. Give us all your money. – She said looking at the thief who was out of blades. This was the youngest and he soon became frightened.
- Never! - So called, being watched by guys with panic before the cold blade of the noble ones.
- Hum... They are making things more difficult... - Mocked the blonde man.
- Let us kill them, Lord Sorel? - Ivy said.
- Ladies first, Lady Valentine.
But before the woman could do anything, she was grabbed by a huge man, at the middle of her body. She struggled a bit, but all she got was losing her blade.
- Now, as I said earlier... - Said the young man who had escaped the horrible fate of being killed by Ivy - Hand us all your money.
Raphael was unsure of what to do, while watching the Englishwoman under the rule of thieves. He had to act...
