The baron's dark eyes gazed down at Felicity.  His lips parted slightly, letting a low murmur escape as one hand drifted through her hair, his nails scraping along her scalp slowly.  His gaze was cold and cruel, no hint of mercy and no trace of compassion lived in those dark orbs, only a malevolence that drank her pain and savored every nuance of it.  He held his hips and stroked her hair but did not force her or guide her.<br/><br/>"You will take all it," he said softly, "You will choke yourself on my cock because it pleases me."<br/>