Chapter 149 The wig
His behavior only fueled the fire of desire that burnt deep within her core as she stumbled in, only managing to find her footing before she fell. He shuts the door and does not spare her a glance as he walks over to the bed. He reaches under the pillow and pulls out a black wig. He tosses it to Demeter and she catches it, confused pale blue orbs exchanging glances from the wig she held in her hand to Lord Anthony's face. He gave her a deadpan look that said "don't you know what to do with that?"
She swallows nervously and hastily throws her hair into a bun before tugging on the wig. It was a little small for her head but she managed it. She adjusted it with confusion, why would he have a woman's wig and why in this color, most importantly why did he want her to put it on? But Demeter shunned these thoughts, not wanting to ruine things for herself.
"Strip" his voice was demanding, devoid of any emotion but Demeter didn't care. She didn't come here looking for vanilla love nor emotions, she came here to get her release and anything else came secondary.
Without wasting time she undid the laces holding her dress and quickly slips out of it and wastes no time in discarding her chemise as well. She stands in the middle of the room, bare and naked, her nipples standing due to the cold air and the hot eyes that were circling her from the end of the room.
Somehow she was more aroused and he had yet to touch her, she could only imagine how it would feel when he would finally touch her. She started to feel so miniscule and vulnerable so she began taking seductive steps towards where Lord Anthony stood, eyes reflecting how much she craved him directed his way.
She stopped only a few inches away from him, giving herself enough space to press her breasts against his bare chest, trailing her hands along his shoulder before dropping then around his neck. His hands remain rigid beside him but she doesn't care as her lips melt against his, she passionately kisses him and he let's him lips part with ease, allowing her slip her tongue into his mouth, meeting his.
The moment her tongue meets his it's like something in him snaps and he takes firm hold of her slender waist and roughly turns them around, slamming her against the wall. She lets out a startled moan but half of it is swallowed by his lips. He devours her mouth, biting, sucking and nibbling. She runs her hands along his chest, moaning at every chance she gets. He presses his erection into her, grinding against her.
She feels herself getting hotter and hotter by the second. Without warning he pulls her off the wall and throws her onto the bed. She lands on her stomach, turning to look at him. She sucks her bottom lip between her teeth as she eyeballs him while he slowly draws down his pants, his member standing erect. She takes in his size, a salivating grin crossing her lips.
"Head down" he barks and her head drops, her face meeting the comforters. She hears his heavy footsteps fade for a few seconds and the sound of a drawer being pulled open reached her ears but she does not lift her head, excitement making her core drip, soaking the bed. The footsteps near and she can feel herself shaking with want.
He climbs on top of her, pulling her waist up so her ass hangs in the air lining himself with her entrance from the back and immediately slams into her. She let's out a yelp but the sound is swallowed by the bed as Anthony forces her head down and continuously rams into her entrance. She sobs uncontrollably, her moans and screams being muffled by the bed. He mercilessly drives into her, not once pulling out to give her time to adjust.
A smile makes its way to her lips as he continues to slam into her at a quickened paste and she could feel herself reaching her climax. This was admittedly the best way a man had ever taken her, so much for her husband's sizeable member. Now she could understand why the maids recorded the women shouting, his member filled her completely, leaving no room for her to even breath in. Her cheeks slap recklessly against his lower torso, making a sloppy noise echo throughout the chambers.
Tears stream down her face as Anthony's face contorts into one of disgust as she releases inside her and they both arrive.
"Audrey!" He moans out, emptying his seeds into her before pulling out, allowing her raise her head and take in oxygen. Before she could slump down he catches her form, pulling her back to his front and wrapping his hand around her neck.
Her vision begins to darken as her eyes roll to the back of her head in pleasure, her toes curling until she feels a cold metal against her throat.
She blinks back her tears "Antho-" before she could get a word out he slices the dagger across her neck.
Her eyes bulge and she goes to grab hold of her open neck as he let's her slump on the bed. The wide gash on her neck is spewing blood at an alarming rate and she tried to reach out to him but he climbs down from the bed, watching her struggle. She gasps out, rolling and staining the bed crimson before going limp and choking on her own blood after a while. Lord Anthony glances down at her nude lifeless body and shuts his eyes tight and begins stroking himself while whispering Audrey's name under his breath. He increases his paste, emptying his next arrival on the bed next to Demeter's body.
He hisses, wiping the bloody side of the dagger across his tongue before stepping into and pulling up his jeans. He cleans the rest of his dagger on Demeter's thigh before placing it back in the drawer. He turns to his chest and opens it. He pulls out a shirt and throws it on, humming a soft tune under his breath. He strolls over to her body and takes off the wig she had on, bringing it to his nose he inhales deeply, sighing in content as he gets a whiff of Audrey's scent. After all it was her hair he had used to make the wig.
Bribing one of her lady's maid's to give him her hair comb from her chambers had been of good use. Now he had a piece of her with him forever.
Anthony walks over to his chest and carefully places the curly haired wig into the chest before blowing it a kiss and shutting the chest. He walks back to the body, groaning in frustration "She made such a filthy mess, dammit"
He walks over to his washroom, pulling out a bigger chest along with him. He props it open and lifts Demeter's lifeless body into the chest, folding her legs so she could better fit. He succeeds, shutting the chest and locking it with a padlock. He drags the chest to the door and just in time a knock sounds.
"Finally" he approaches the door and pulls it open to reveal a servant boy who didn't look a bit surprised at the mess of the room