Mistaken For A Gentleman; Part two

As the sliced fabric falls into two parts, lining her sides the only thing that stops his eyes from ravishing her chest is the thin white chesmie. With the knife resting on her chest, he slides his hand down her neck brushing them softly over the skin of her shoulder. She almost forgets that he is planning to rape her as his fingers travel back up along her neck brushing a soft trail that makes her skin blush in pleasure as his fingers come to rest on her bottom lip. He softly traces it with the tip of his finger before he looks at her, an amused smirk is cast along his handsom face and he grips her shoulder tightly. He flips her on her stomach his hands quickly rip the torn fabric from her, his laugh fills the air as he whispers harshly at her “You really thought you were going to enjoy this!”

His hand brings both of hers behind her back and reaches for a piece of her ruined dress, binding her hands quickly behind her. Turning her over the almost see through white fabric pulled tight over her chest as her back archs to acomodate her hands, her head pushes against the ground and her red hair splays out around her. His hand that clasps the knife between long talented fingers slide the knife up to the exposed silky flesh of her neck.

He looks at her grey eyes the fear that dances behind them makes his heart race in pleasure and he grips one of her small breasts that just barely over flow in his hand her hard nipple rub against his palm through the fabric.