Her words lingered in my head as I looked down into those brown eyes with fear locked behind them.You won't touch me."Oh, how wrong the little slut was. I was going to touch her. I was going to make her regret she had ever opened her mouth with such a smart ass comment. I was going to teach her a lesson that she didn't control me, or tell me what to do. Her opinions and suggestions were invalid and nonexistent in this house. She meant nothing, and needed to learn how to obey orders.

"You want to know what I said to your father right before I left to come find you, slut?" I questioned, running my tongue over her throat, tasting how sweet she was. Her father was right, she was as pure as they fucking came. She shuddered under me which made my dick grow harder. Like any man, I really did love virgins, however I wasn't about taking their virginity unless it was given to me. Though, the little slut under me didn't know that, nor was she going to.

I knew she thought I was some, dirty rapist who preyed on those young girls just like her. Though, she was actually wrong. I had never raped a woman in my life. Every person I had slept with had wanted it. Hell, most of them had even been on top of me while I laid there. The only thing I had done wrong was fuck a few minors who begged for it, but I was going to hell for a lot worse of reasons than that.

"This is illegal," She said, causing me to laugh.

"This is nothing compared to what I usually do," I said, as I moved my mouth up and shoved it against hers.

Her lips were completely still as I took her bottom lip between my teeth and tugged on it slightly. I knew getting her to respond was going to be quite difficult. She wasn't like most girls, she wasn't going to sleep with me just to get on my good side. Most of them thought that pleasuring me would make me be nice; however they were wrong, and would quickly find out that I was nice to one one unless I wanted to be.

"Anyways," I grinned as I pulled my lips away from hers, "As I was saying," I licked over them as I stared down into her eyes, "I told your dearest dad that you weren't going to be fucking pure anymore; not when I got done with you."

I watched as the fear in her eyes increased as each word left my lips. She thought I was going to rape her; right here, right now. Though, she was wrong, but it couldn't hurt to put a little more fear in her. Fear was the fuel to make people listen to you. If she was scared of me, then her smart little mouth would shut the fuck up in my presence.

I took her hands and pinned them above her head, easily holding her down on the bed with my weight. My free hand moved down to her shirt and pushed it up her body, revealing part of her stomach. She whimpered and hissed, trying to get away from me, but it only caused me to tighten my grip on her wrists. I was so much stronger than her, so I didn't see the reason she wanted to fight this. It was only a losing battle for her.

Her skin was soft and warm, everything I had been expecting. She squirmed under me again and I looked up at her, anger flashing across my face. She didn't need to piss me off. "You can either make this quick and pleasurable, or slow and torturous, it's completely up to you, slut," I said, as I leaned down and kissed right around her navel slowly.

She didn't say anything, and I noticed her movements had stopped. She was no longer struggling with me. I looked up as my tongue ran over her skin and watched as her eyes closed. She didn't look like she was enjoying any of this, which I really didn't give a fuck about. I didn't want her to enjoy it. I wanted to put the fear of God inside her little fucking head.

When I noticed she didn't seem to mind with me kissing on her stomach, I decided to take it to the next level. I pushed her shirt all the way up, and then decided to just rip it off. I released her hands and then quickly ripped it right down the front, making her gasp out in surprise. She inhaled softly, as her eyes looked down at me. I could see a light coating of water in them, which meant she was on the verge of tears.

I moved my mouth up on her chest, kissing her cleavage and all around her breast. I was leaving the small, black, lace bra on her for now, though it depended on how well she acted. If she became a bitch then I would yank it off and expose her to me.

Kissing my way back up her neck, I thought I heard a light whimper of pleasure, but I couldn't be sure. The noise could have been mistaken for a groan of protest. She was being quiet, and keeping her comments to herself, so I had to wonder if she was taking my advice and leaning towards quick and pleasurable.

"Please stop," She managed to choke out after a few minutes.

I chuckled darkly into her neck as I bit down onto the skin. Her hands went to my shoulders and tried to push me off, but I wasn't going to let her do that. She wanted to be in control of this situation, and that was not going to happen. I was the fucking boss right now, and she was going to find out. I leaned down and smashed my lips to hers, silencing whatever she was going to say next. Her hands stopped pushing on me, and I finally felt some sort of movement from her lips.

She bit down on my bottom lip hard, probably trying to cause me pain, but I liked it rough, and that only turned me on even more. I moved my hand up to her bra and like her shirt, I ripped it off, causing her breast to spring free. She groaned into my mouth as my hand moved down and groped one of them, squeezing it lightly before I flicked my thumb over her nipple.

I was growing a massive hard on in my jeans, so I pushed it up against her thigh, wanting her to feel how aroused I was from her. She let off a noise between a grunt and a moan as I moved my lips down to her bare chest and began kissing it. I kissed everywhere but the nipples, and then moved my way back up to her lips. I kissed her hard, basically shoving her face down into the pillow as my tongue moved inside her mouth and roamed around.

When the kiss was over, I quickly moved off the bed, leaving her laying there, panting for hair, with her naked chest moving up and down. Her lips were red from how hard I had just kissed her. She quickly grabbed a pillow and covered herself up as she looked over at me. I saw one tear fall down her cheek, and I knew I had completed my mission.

"I'll be seeing you around, slut," I said, as I walked out of her room, locking the door behind me.

I walked down the hallway and knocked on Scott's room. I had a problem in my pants and needed it to be taken care of. He was my partner in crime when it came to going out into the town. I didn't want one of the mansion whores. I needed someone new tonight; someone who Skylar couldn't hear. It's not that I didn't want her to hear me, it's just that I wanted her to think I'd be coming back for her. I wanted her to live with that fear that I would be back to finish her off.

"Let's go out into town tonight," I told Scott once he opened up the door, knowing he would know what I meant.

"Tonight?" He groaned, scratching the back of his neck, "Can't you find someone to keep you distracted around here?"

I narrowed my eyes at him, wondering why he didn't want to go. The only time he ever turned me down was when he had someone already lined up. I pushed the door open wider and peeked my head inside his bedroom. I saw Traci sitting on the bed, completely nude, waiting for Scott to come pleasure her. I looked back over at him, and narrowed my eyes, though there wasn't much I could say to him.

"Have fun, I loosened her up last night," I muttered as I walked out of the bedroom, letting him do his business.

I was solo for the night, and sometimes it worked out better that way. I walked into my bedroom and got changed into something a little more appealing for the ladies. After I changed, I walked downstairs and saw Homicide sitting on the couch. He sure as hell wasn't Scott, but he was pretty smooth with the ladies, and would be a good partner in crime.

"You wanna go out tonight?" I asked him.

"I don't know," He said, "I was actually thinking about trying out the new girl," He smirked.

"Skylar?" I questioned, wondering if he meant her. It was the first time I had actually said her name, instead of referring to her as slut.

"Yeah," Homicide nodded, "She looks like a really good time."

"It's not going to happen," I lied to him, "Joe has her on lock down."

He frowned and then nodded his head, letting me know he would go out. Joe actually wasn't even around today, but in an aspect, she was on lock down, and she was his. He had brought her into the house, and claimed she wasn't to be used as a maid. Joe had brought her here for a reason; a reason that none of us knew about. Though, I knew the reason wasn't for us to fuck her senseless, so letting Homicide around her right now would only turn out bad, and piss Joe off.

"I really wouldn't mind to hear her screaming though," He chuckled as we climbed into the car.

I didn't say anything, but in my mind I was agreeing with him. I would never admit it, but the girl was fucking gorgeous. As long as her lips remained shut then she looked better than any other woman in the house. Though, as soon as she opened her mouth, those good looks faded quickly.