Chapter Two.
Now, forced to leave before Reaver took action, Angeline retreated back to the bottom floor of the manor where everybody was. She didn't stand out much, wearing a deep crimson corset gown, dark curls uptied into a bun. The girl looked quite the picture, and worth it too; beautiful, wealthy, intelligent, a keeper until somebody grew bored and chose the decision to get rid of her for good and her swindling father.
She intermingled with the crowd, beginning a few conversations here and there with people. Most failed, though, mainly drunken men attempting to grope and grabble at her. One man had managed to grab Angeline's waist roughly, pulling her aside vigorously. The girl pushed the man away at the chest, of which time she felt herself being spun around gently and hearing the annoyed man protested under his breath before disappearing through the crowd. She was met with the same dark eyes as earlier on. "Ah, we meet again," Reaver slyly chuckled, spinning her around once, knowing her protest also, attempting to push away from the mogul yet he had her by the hand and waist. "My my, you wouldn't be just, giving yourself away to those silk stockings now, would you?" Reaver questionably retorted. Angeline huffed, pulling her hand away from his yet to no avail, being twirled once again, "I'd save it for somebody much more deserving, wouldn't you agree?" Angeline kept trying to slip away every time he twirled her around. "Now, to your father. I presume he's attending an 'indulgence session'," chuckled Reaver. Angeline scoffed, screwing up her face for a second, not wanting that image in her head. "So I suggest we get things going."
She was then dragged off to the bed chamber through witty and amusing remarks, none of which seemed to change her opinion of mind. "Don't," she persisted, shoving away from him. Where was her father when she needed him? Hopefully not what Reaver had mentioned earlier on. "Oh, come come dearest. Don't be cruel, I thought we were having fun," Reaver smirked on his smug face, leaning forth and grabbing her by the waist. Angeline leaned her head away as he attempted to plant a rough kiss on her pastel pink lips. After an amount of struggling, Angeline finally bucked up the strength to hook him right in his perfectly chiseled jaw, knocking him aside, and all she heard was his bewitching laugh. "You're a rather acharné one now, don't let it interfere too much, my sweet," Reaver's pale skin instantly began weaving itself back together, the small cut the girl had forced upon his jaw now fixed. All she could do was stare, back against the wall, her knuckles aching with severe pain. "Wish you hadn't done that now, had you?" he advanced to her once again, cornering her against the wall until she faced him. Reaver leaned his head in close towards her ear, "I don't want to be the man who blankets the beautiful walls of his lovely manor with the blood of a mere crook," he grabbed her by the waist again, pushing her up against the wall and crashed lips to hers, much harder than before. Angeline felt a harsh pain shoot through the back of her head when they did kiss once again, but let it fade, relaxing, and reaching forth to run her hands through his tousled black hair.
Angeline didn't like the way he persuaded people to do as he wished, such as sleeping with him. He could get anybody to agree to sleeping with him, but why? He was a handsome man who had been blessed with the gift of eternal youth, but at a devastating price. Reaver had no morals, he was a ruthless, demanding man who wanted nothing better than to indulge in the pleasures of his extended life by the cost of other people's suffering.
Angeline cringed as her thigh slammed hard against a chest of drawers whilst the kiss grew rougher. She pulled away for a much needed breath, using this opportunity to make a move and leave the bedroom. As she leaned her head back, she felt the kisses from Reaver grow softer along the corner of her mouth and on her jawline, down her neck and onto her collarbone. She cringed once again as he delivered a bite to the side of her neck, hands sliding up her dress to her hips, displeasured at the satin layers on her dress. Angeline opened one eye and glanced at Reaver for a second. She wrapped her arms from his shoulders, sliding off the white overcoat he wore and letting it fall to the ground. A devious chuckle escaped him, hands sliding from underneath her dress to untie the ribbon like strings that bound her corset to be tight, the main goal to take it off. Angeline's hands slowly slid slowly from his shoulders across his back to his waist, before her quick thinking snapped into place. Swiftly she spun herself around so now he was against the wall. Reaver's deep burnished eyes flickered open, "Taking charge now, I see," his classy voice rung out, hair rather tousled and messed up now. Angeline copied his smirk, "Of course," she jumped a little as his hands slid to her rear, yet she ducked out of the way and scurried towards the exit of the door, leaving swiftly, and leaving Reaver with a crafty scowl across his pale lips.