A/N: This chapter is rated M... you have been warned...
Rose lulled her head right to left as Cal ravishingly suckled her throat. The very idea of Cal being on op of her frail body was sickening enough. Rose gasped out as he nipped at her ear. Hell was already waiting for her. Here she was in her ex-fiancé's room; copulating with the devil himself and she couldn't help but enjoy it. Her moans and cries betrayed her inner thoughts. And yet she couldn't stop her body from quivering as Cal ran his hand up her pasty thigh.
His touch was electric, sending pulse up and down her spine. He seemed to find each of her pleasure spots. No wonder, she thought to herself, he seemed to enjoy practicing this with every girl he could lay his hands on. She cried out again as he moved his hand between her. He then slowly braced himself above her. The first thrust was painful, more than her first time with Jack. After that, he seemed to fill a void her body ached for. As Cal rode harder, Rose cried out even louder in pain and ecstasy. Her mind ceased to be as she stopped thinking about any and all things. As it was, she was nothing more than Satan's whore, in her eyes. Like a carnal desire, Rose let her instincts take over and she rode the wave to a crashing end that left her fulfilled and satisfied. Her whimpers convinced Cal that she was his and no one else's.
Through heavy gasps, Rose wiped back her sweat sodden locks. He reached over and took a swig of whiskey. The hot fiery liquid quenched all but one desire. He turned back around to finish off round two before finally acknowledging her existence.
"You see Rose; I can give you that every night..." He purred in her ear. She shivered at the thought. But plastered on a syrupy smile and nodded as her pulse fell back down. Cal pulled up away from her and sneered at her gaunt appearance.
"Rose, you look quite unhealthy. Your skin is deathly pale and you're beginning to let yourself go," He motioned to her abdomen, "See to it, that doesn't become a problem. You know I prefer my women to be..." He reached for his whiskey and left the room.
Tears rolled down Rose's cheeks. How could she do such a thing? And enjoy it?
She didn't even have the heart to pull herself from the bed; instead she lay there soaking in spilt seed. She lay like that until finally her heart gave up and she fell asleep, reminding herself that this was for her survival and her baby's survival.
A/N 2: Once again, sorry for a short chapter but it felt right to end it there until next time! Dun...dun...dun...! I will have another chapter posted soon I promise!