Half-carrying Arabella into the car, Julius couldn't hold back any longer.
When he had feigned being a harmless bookish fool, Arabella had tested him several times. When she straddled him, he nearly bit his tongue in pain from the effort of keeping himself in check.
Who knew how hard it had been for him to hold himself back.
After meeting Arabella, all the challenges in the world seemed like nothing but the desire to possess her.
But Arabella was far from being a simple rose with thorns.
Saying the words "to get her" was easy, but putting them into action had taken him a long time to plan and strategize.
He recalled the sensation when their skin touched, a spark that ignited and burned with intense heat.
The space inside the car was limited, but that didn't stop his desperate urgency.
He moved quickly, stripping Arabella of her clothes without hesitation. Arabella cooperated fully, opening her limbs and allowing him to do as he pleased, as if her body didn't belong to her anymore.
This reaction from Arabella was exactly what Julius had expected.
Getting Arabella into bed wasn't actually difficult. Moreover, she was the type who valued mutual pleasure, not the selfish, self-centered type. When she was in bed with a man, it wasn't just about her own satisfaction; she didn't treat men as mere tools for pleasure.
But the sensation was entirely different. On ordinary days, Arabella would retract her claws, pretending to engage in a long battle in bed, making it seem as though she was in control, but in reality, her mind and strength could kill the man in an instant.
He didn't want this kind of Arabella; it lacked authenticity.
To conquer Arabella, to pull out her claws, to force out her hidden expressions, to make her scream, moan, and cry, all while being unable to fight back—now, that would be true satisfaction.
For now, though, his impatience was unbearable, and a little taste of sweetness would do.
He turned Arabella onto her back, spreading her legs and placing them on the backs of the front and back seats.
Now, he could finally take a leisurely look at her entire body.
Her skin was exceptionally fair, untouched by any harsh winds or sands, remaining flawless and unscathed. While her face might not be striking, her complexion was undoubtedly rare. Though not tall, her proportions were outstanding, with short upper limbs and long legs that moved with a teasing grace. Her body was perfectly balanced, without an ounce of excess fat. From her bones to her muscles, everything exuded immense strength, firm and full.
Julius exhaled deeply with satisfaction, completely oblivious to any tender foreplay and fully in the mood for raw, primal passion. He simply unzipped his pants and pulled out his penis, which looked like a club, and pressed it against his slightly dry pussy. He instinctively pushed it inside.
It's too dry, and neither of them will feel comfortable.
Arabella furrowed her brows slightly, thinking that Julius was deliberately tormenting her. She remained silent, feeling that this method of torment was simply too childish.
In truth, Julius wasn't the type to resort to such petty tricks with Arabella.
He simply wanted a taste, a little appetizer to satisfy his cravings. But in his impatience, he had made a misstep.
The dry inner pussy made him rub against himself painfully, so he slightly backed away and moved around outside first, lowering his head to nip at Arabella's one nipple and put it into his mouth to suck hard.
He had no real sex skill; in fact, one could say he was still a virgin. Although he had many women serving AE, he was never fully aroused, and only by thinking about Arabella could he achieve an erection and insert himself into a woman's mouth for pleasure.
Now that his wish has come true, he can finally overcome his obsession and indulge in a wild fuck.
After Arabella's vagina was slightly moistened, he once again penetrated and continued, deepening his thrusts and starting to make a dash towards the rear. Arabella was lethargic, not even lifting her eyelids, allowing him to insult her on her own body.
Her indifferent response did not dampen Julius's enthusiasm.
He reached out and squeezed open Arabella's white and smooth ass, emitting a deep and clear laugh: "Master Unknown, your ass is really tight."
"Yeah." Arabella looked like someone who was willing to be manipulated with carelessly, and anyone who saw her would be drooling.
It was still the same face, but now Julius's gaze was colder, tinged with a cruel fierceness. Having gained the upper hand, he naturally took pleasure in his control.
Julius didn't give Arabella any chance to catch his breath, and he charged wildly, exuberantly squeezing Arabella's chest and fondling his nipples. The nipples were roughly pulled up and down, causing them to become red and swollen from being violently abused.
The car continued to move, and though the driver in the front seat, separated by a partition, couldn't hear or see what was happening, he could easily imagine the intensity inside. The vibrations were so strong, they seemed to outdo even the roughest of roads in their undulating turbulence.
After Julius had unleashed himself fully within Arabella's body, he barely managed to suppress his joy.
This was merely a way to satisfy his cravings; his methods of toying with Arabella had yet to be put into play.
Arabella was not at all precious about her own body, so this level of sexual intimacy was merely a fleeting sensation for both of them.
It was two days later when he finally returned to his stronghold after the battle. There were no direct flights from Utschs to his base. The only way was to first endure a full day and night of travel by car, reaching Fandel before being able to board a plane.
The castle built by AE was hidden amidst the dense green of the forest, and as the car drove through, it passed numerous heavily guarded sentinels.
The castle was vast, its appearance pure white, surrounded by a moat. It was a fortress, with walls thick and strong, nearly impregnable—an impenetrable bastion of copper and iron.
In his arms, Arabella lay silent, as Julius, over the past two days, had given her several doses of muscle relaxants, just in case. She gazed out of the car window, but he paid no heed, allowing her to look freely. After all, Arabella had fallen into his grasp—there was no escaping now.
Upon arrival, she was immediately handed over to a group of servants for cleaning. These servants were slaves, bought and sold in the markets of the southern regions. The slave trade there was so well-established it was almost public, just like the semi-open cultivation of poison flowers in the area—lawless and unrestrained.
After two days of exhausting travel, Julius showed no signs of fatigue. On the contrary, he was exhilarated, almost unable to settle down, his energy surging.
After a soothing bath, Julius summoned several of his trusted subordinates to catch up on what had transpired during his absence. He then ordered his loyal aide, Norman Wood, to strengthen the castle's defenses, ensuring that every corner was carefully watched.
Once the matters were attended to, Julius, energized, headed straight to the room where Arabella awaited.
In the pitch-black room, on the vast bed, Arabella lay naked, her body bound from neck to toe by thick, sturdy iron chains. Her skin was pale and flawless, freshly cleaned and glistening with moisture, the heat radiating from her body. She lay there, like a lamb to the slaughter, awaiting her fate.
Arabella had her eyes closed, but at the sound, she slowly opened them, her lashes fluttering. She shifted slightly, the heavy chains clinking with a soft, metallic sound. Her smile was languid, almost lazy, as she asked, "What? Wanna play SM?"
Julius also smiled, his gaze fixed on Arabella, so enticing, so submissive. He was ready to indulge in his feast.
Without hesitation, he yanked the iron chain around Arabella's neck tighter. Their gazes locked, both of them staring at each other, the silence between them thickening.
Julius sought to find even a hint of humiliation in Arabella's eyes, but her gaze remained as calm as still water, not a flicker of emotion stirring within.
Julius snorted coldly, raising his hand and delivering a sharp slap to Arabella's face.
Times had changed—he no longer needed to worry about extracting the true Arabella through torment in bed.
Today, he would make her obey, without question.
