Under the vampire Lord's protection-Chapter 540: Everything he couldn’t

Atticus tossed the collar to the side and quickly turned his attention away from it.

But Arabella’s eyes lingered on the thing as air came cooler to the once strapped and hidden part of her neck.

The amount of relief it brought to almost every part of her body was quite troubling, to say the least.

The pressure around her teeth, jaws, throat and even eyes deflated in an instant causing the world around to blur a tad.

"Look at me,"

Right... The General was still there. His voice remained smooth but the tone stern enough.

When her irises snapped onto him, he added, "Are you telling me he never took what he wanted from you against your will?"

"He... He never did," she reiterated her last response.

"Show me. Describe how you willingly gave him your first time then,"

That made the words hitch in her throat. What in the name of whatever was holy did that mean?

What was wrong with that man?

"How did he take you for the first time? Were you on your back or on your knees?" he asked again, still just as calm as before.

"I was on my back," every syllable trembled out of her lips.

"Lie down on your back for me then," he ordered, but did not really wait for her to follow.

Instead, he put one arm around her thighs while the other went under her back so that they band together to shift her closer towards him, into a reclined position and onto her back.

The General then spread her legs apart before putting himself right between them.

Hands by her side, he leaned down so that his face would hover over hers, "What did he use? Tell me; did he deflower you himself or did he use something else?"

By then, the young woman could’ve sworn her skin did not simply crawl but begged to flee as far away from that man as it was possible.

"He used his finger," she murmured, still refusing to look him in the eyes.

"Stop me if I am not doing it correctly,"

Without another word, his right hand went below then straight for her entrance where he pushed a finger in.

Despite the folly of the situation, Atticus was at the very least gentle and took the time to gauge her reaction.

Every time she winced or flinched, his finger would take it even slower. The in and out dance started shortly after that, still very cautious.

After a few seconds, he withdrew his digit, straightening up while maintaining her legs apart, "I will assume this is what he did next," his voice was breathy yet somehow steady too.

Arabella said nothing and focused on choking down her cries as he began pushing himself inside her.

"Just breathe," he practically whispered, "It’ll all be fine,"

He carried on until sheathing his cock completely in her then leaning forward again, going down inches from her tear-stained face.

"It’s a shame those old pigs laid their hands on you," his breath grazed her skin, forcing her to squeeze her eyes shut.

That was when he decided to press his lips onto hers as his hips started thrusting back and forth, pulling his cock out only to sink it in a seconds after.

She whimpered for many reasons... None of which were pleasure. Atticus took that chance to slide his tongue into her mouth and connect it with hers.

He broke contact just to gaze down upon her bouncing body, "Look at how beautiful you are... Did he take the time to behold, to admire the work of art that you are?" his hand went for her tit, clutching and fondling it as the glint in his eyes grew brighter, "I said; did he admire you while ravishing your body?"

It seemed Atticus was growing impatient with her slow responses too since his second hand went and wrapped around her throat.

"Yes, he did!" she cried.

He did not relent and doubled in speed and pounded until he seemingly saw what he wanted in her widening eyes.

"There it is...Your body is so sensitive, it’s perfect," 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

But Arabella was focusing on the pressure building between her legs. Yes, there it was... Another wave of humiliation in the making.

The General ignored the trembles riddling her legs, ignored her whimpers and labored breaths. He kept going on and on until she could hold it no more.

Her buttons were always in the open for anyone to push. One of her biggest shames to live through.

Even when she burst, spraying all over, he did not as much as slow down.

On the contrary, the man fucked faster until his time to release came as well.

And release he did! Right inside her.

As she covered her face to wail all the tears in her body, Atticus brought his lips closer to her ears and spoke, "You know you could never carry his children," the hand around her throat softened, massaging delicately as the words left his mouth, "If you do right by me and follow my lead, no man, no one else will ever lay as much as a finger on you, do you understand?"

In response, hands still clasped over her eyes, Arabella continued to cry but nodded before his hand clutched her neck again.

"If you do end up carrying the child of one of those pigs I will deal with it," his fingers went over her head and patted at her hair, "Did you want children with your former husband?"

"I... do," it took almost all the energy left in her to get the words out.

However, it seemed that answer was the wrong one considering the way his face contorted, "Did!" he hissed, "You did! What belongs to the past, stays in the past!"

Thankfully, aside from leaning closer to her face, he did nothing to her out of anger.

"Worry not," his tone dropped to a much softer one all of the sudden, "I can give you everything he couldn’t,"