How could her body be so weak? Her will was still going strong as he tested her with bold temptation. At times the pressure was too rough, but he knew well to alternate just to get those hips of hers to wiggle and squirm. Each spike of pleasure he created in her caused Ilona to hate him even more, and a little bit of herself. She should be able to withstand this, to withstand him. But, no. He was far better at this game than she ever could be, seasoned as he was no doubt. There was dread and fear within her over this. Would he seriously take her against her will?<br/><br/>He began to be perverse with what she'd shared about her father and the key. His suggestions were meant to taunt her and they did, invoking her anger so that she bucked frantically, desperate to throw him off her. Why was he so damn strong?<i>"You disgusting pig of a man. How dare you try to tarnish my father like that! We do not live as savages like you suggest."</i>These were words she wanted to say, to scream and spit into his face, but did not. Already the tears were spilling down again, the need to mourn still so readily there. Was there nothing she could do to stop him, or to get away? Ilona yanked her arms from beneath his hand and had to stop when his fingers pinched her wrists so tightly together, creating a kind of pain she was not keen upon.<br/><br/>"Stop. Stop... that." His mouth was over her nipple again, the hum vibrating the sensitive tip and it was exasperating how he seemed to enjoy every bit of this. The sensations from her breast flowed down to meet those between her legs and it was starting to overwhelm her. She tried to move away, to roll her body to one side. All it did was press the supple mound of flesh closer against his face and she fell back against the mattress quite put out. He was speaking again, negotiating with her simply to turn her into a slut like all the rest. Hardness, pain, weariness and withdraw were what her eyes could not hide.<br/><br/>Her hips stopped shifting, her thighs came closed around his hand. Her breaths turned shallow again and he knew he'd caused that blossom of her's to become swollen. Even now the flush in her cheeks did not arise simply from the emotional turmoil he continuously inflicted. "Fine. You win."  Ilona took in a full, deep breath as her eyelids fell shut. Her fully body trembled beneath his hands.<br/><br/>"The spare is directly above us, in a hidden compartment in the ceiling. Have your way with me and discard me. My mouth, my cunt. I don't care any longer. Just do your worst and leave to torment someone else. Even if you told me you'd spare my brother, I would not believe you. Your word means nothing to me."<br/><br/>Ilona did well to hide within her tone, the spirit that seemed to have died but had not. Perhaps, he had simply worn her down to where she had no real tangible hope to cling to. She knew she didn't have any power here. He was toying with her, playing his game by his rules. Submission was the only answer, one she seemingly portrayed. So there she lay, relaxing each muscle beneath his touch and stopped the fight he so enjoyed.