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The Virtue Of Sin	By : camp30 Category: S through Z > Southern Vampire Views: 9864 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not have any right to the Southern Vampire novels, nor doI do not have any right to the character created by Charliane Harris and I make absloutly no money from this fiction

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Sookie Mayfair watched the Duke as he passed his hand through the flame of a candle that rested on the mantle. “Does this mean that we are betrothed?”
Eric turned slowly with a lazy smile “Sorry, no.”
She took a moment to look around the shadowed room; taking in the gold gilded wallpaper with Greek gods embossed on it. The heavy antique furniture, the single free standing mirror, where her captor stood reflected.
Then her eyes wandered to the bed, it was by far the biggest object in the room and fear began to dance in her limbs.
When she glanced up she saw him watching her “I demand to go home,” she said rising from her seat.
Eric sighed and took a step toward her; she retreated knocking the chair over. He stopped “Pick up the chair and sit down,” his voice was tightly controlled.
She did and once seated, Eric crouched before her, moving with the easy grace of a predator. “Let me be clear Countess. You will make no demands of me or my staff while you are here,” his eyes were narrow and starlike in their hardness and brilliance.
He sat near her with a brooding expression. Sookie’s presence burned at the edge of his vision. His mind was working on two levels, one his future enjoyment of the girl beside him, and on the other hand; how he would marry her off when he was finished with her.
“My maiden head is intended for my husband, and unless you intend on forcing me I will not be lying with you,” she said stridently. She made a motion of standing and Eric’s hand flashed out, snaring her wrist. He threw her to the floor at his feet “I rarely get the chance for force as whores have neither the luxury nor dignity to refuse and ladies spread their legs before I’m hard,” he said sardonically.
He stared down at her almost hypnotized at her perfection “So you see I’m looking forward to you fighting me,” his voice was soft and dangerous.
She screamed then and Eric bent down and slapped her “Enough. I can’t stand hysterics, save it for when you actually have something worth screaming over,” he snarled.
Sookie scrambled to her feet, running for the door. Eric moved in the blink of an eye and slammed her against the locked entrance. His hand went to her hair and he wrenched her head back; capturing her lips.
She fought him, smashing her little fists against his chest. Eric ignored her, probing deep into her hot lush mouth. Her tongue evaded his and he growled “Kiss me back.”
Sookie whimpered and he stepped back, putting his arms on either side of her. Eric was torn, he wanted to dominate her, possess her but he wanted her resistance as well.
For too long he had had false encounters with women who only pretended at his request not to want him desperately. He wanted it to be real and now he would get that.
Eric grabbed her by the neck and threw her to the bed. She knelt and covered herself with a large down pillow, her eyes wide and frightened. He stepped to the bed and took off his shirt. He was aware of her gaze on him.
Sookie watched as his chest was revealed; he was so big and muscled, it was terrifying. But some part of her couldn’t help but feel as if she were seeing the Devil or some other fallen angel he was that darkly beautiful. His face was hard as if carved by a master, his lips were sculpted with a full lower lip. His cheekbones were sharp; lending an air of danger to his face.
For a minute he simply stood there, his chest gleaming in the lamp light. He took two steps and suddenly he was on top of her with his heavy weight crushing her. A knock sounded on the door.
Eric frowned lifting his head “What is it?” he asked with irritation.
There was no immediate answer and Eric swung off of Sookie and went to answer it. It was Barbra who had once been both wet nurse and nanny, now she held the position of head housekeeper.
She stood in the hallway, her plain plump face shadowed. “She isn’t like the others Eric,” she used his first name as she only did when upset with him. Eric frowned furiously at her “I’m aware of that Barbra that is precisely why I want her.” Barbra glanced around his body into the room “She is too delicate for this vicious attention that you insist on giving… your bedmates.”
Eric pushed Barbra into the hallway shutting the door behind them. “How much of this do you know?” his tone was soft but irate. Barbara gave him an impudent look born of long years of acquaintance and love “Enough to know that she isn’t pretending,” she paused and laid her hand on his arm. “Do not do this, she wasn’t bred for this,” her blue eyes with their crows feet pleaded up at him.
Eric shrugged her touch off “Don’t presume to order me, I may have been nourished by your milk and half raised by you, but I am still your employer,” he retorted sharply.
“Leave me be and if you hear screams, ignore them,” with that Eric reentered the bedchamber and snapped the door shut.
The room was empty and when he looked around he saw the window open letting the cold night air waft in. He stepped to it and peered out. She was standing on the ledge below obviously having climbed down. It was a good three stories from the ground. “Is suicide so preferable to my advances?” he drawled down at her.
She glanced up and then quickly down at her footing. “It would hardly be suicide, it can’t be more than a few feet,” she called back. Eric scowled and swung his leg over the sill dropping to the ledge right below the window. Just as he reached the lower outcropping, she slipped. His quick reflexes served her well and he caught her.
Eric’s grasp was tenuous at best and with something approaching desperation, he grappled until he had both wrists and felt the delicate bones grind together. He hauled her up wanting to throttle her. She was sobbing and his heart was pounding in his chest.
When they were back in the room, he threw her across the room. She hit the side of his armoire with a thud and slid to the floor. When he got there her face was pale and he was suddenly struck by the frailty of her. He picked her up and set her on the bed.
Her eyes fluttered open as she came from her swoon. She saw Eric looming above and gasped. He gave her a wicked appraisal; taking in her dark honey amber locks splaying across the bedding and her eyes held his own. Eric stood and pulled the cord.
Barbra appeared in the doorway “Yes?” she wore a look of consummate disapproval. Eric frowned “Wine, something red and dry.”
She nodded and bustled off. Eric sat down before the dying fire “Are you injured?” his question was laced with irritation not gentlemanly concern.
Sookie sat up and rubbed her bruised wrists “What an odd question your grace, when you’ve just thrown me across the room,” she replied tartly.
Eric glanced over, amusement in his gaze “There will always be consequences for any attempt at escape, if you’re waiting for an apology, don’t bother.”
The wine arrived and the Duke cast Barbra a glance of warning when she dawdled.
“Pour the wine my darling,” he said in a mocking tone.
She got off the bed and when she was pouring she got a devious look in her eyes and Eric laughed “Should you do what you are thinking, there will be no mercy for you.”
She scowled and didn’t throw the wine in his face. Eric picked up his glass and took a sip, inviting her with a gesture to do the same. “Sit.”
She did and watched him from the corner of her eye, from beneath her lashes. “While you are here you will be treated as an honored guest provided that you please me,” he informed her, taking a draught of his wine.
He set his goblet down and turned to her “Should you make any more attempts at escape or have any contact with your sire, life here will become much more difficult.”
Sookie in an uncharacteristic gesture drained her glass and slammed hers down. “Why can’t I at least have correspondence with my father?”
Eric’s eyes drifted from the embers in the fireplace to her. “That’s simple, should your father hear of any mistreatment he might be tempted to engineer some sort of escape for you,” he paused with his eyes burning into hers “And we can’t have that now can we?”
Sookie’s strange lovely eyes filled with tears, one fell from her wet lashes onto her alabaster cheek. “So I am to be brutalized over and over until you cast me away?”
The Duke poured more wine into their goblets, passing one to her “Basically,” he replied with a smirk. He leaned over and licked her tears from her face.
Sookie’s hand rose as if to hit him, he snared it in a steely grip. “Know this, anytime you strike me, I will retaliate,” he said softly. Her chair toppled back and he picked her up, crushing her to him.
“Come in,” he called to whoever was outside his door.
It was Stacey the scullery maid, she curtsied and waited.
“Take the Countess to a guest room, see to it that she eats something and lock the door.”
At Sookie’s look of mingled relief and surprise Eric laughed “Remember this is just a respite and I may yet take you tonight.” Sookie’s expression darkened and Stacey led the way.
Sookie followed the girl through the dark only occasionally lit hallways thankful that she had a candle.
It seemed they walked forever upstairs and then came to a room at the very end of the floor. “The room’s a bit musty as no ones stayed here in ages but I’ll soon have it set to rights,” the girl said in a rush of words.
“What’s your name?” Sookie asked as she bustled around lighting lamps.
The girl looked up “Oh my name is Stacy my Lady; I don’t expect I’ll be seeing much of you unless I’m to be the one doing your hair and dressing you.”
She went to the one of the two windows in the room and flung it open “I realize that the night air isn’t friendly but I’ve got to air out the room,” she explained.
Sookie nodded as Stacey turned “What would you be wanting to eat now?”
She sat in the chair before the cold hearth “Oh that’s quite alright I ate at the supper earlier this evening.”
Stacy looked slightly alarmed “Mistress I was told to see that you eat something,” she flustered out.
Sookie sighed “Well if there is any way to get a fire started I will agree to have some broth.” Stacy’s hands went to her face with a look of horror “Here I be chatting away and you’re freezing to yer death!”
Sookie made soothing noises and soon enough she was warm and sipping from a bowl of broth. It was beef flavored with shallots and quite delicious. She stood adjusting her cloak around her and shut the window.
The room had obviously once been done in the grandest manner. The walls were pink wallpaper with roses touched with gold. The furniture was delicate with a vanity and there were even toiletries upon it.
In the air hung the smell of lavender water and dust. Stacey had put fresh linens on the canopy bed before taking her leave and Sookie’s eyes closed in fatigue.
But her mind was too filled with horror for immediate sleep. “What in the world did I do to deserve this?” she asked herself. She shivered in her thin cotton shift and knelt on the rug before the fire. The duke was obviously a cruel man who was bent on defiling her.
Escape seemed impossible but she told herself that it was too soon to make such an assessment. She wondered what he could have blackmailed her father with to make him agree to such a thing.
Down two flights of stairs in a sparsely lit chamber the Duke brooded. The reason he had sent her to bed eluded him. He had been quite ready to have her this very night. Was it regret that had stayed his hand? Eric shook his head as he switched from wine to scotch. He intended to get drunk this evening.
He heard the ghost of her hitting the armoire after he threw her small body across the room. Eric scowled; he hated women he reminded himself. They were all whores at heart and none could ever measure up to his mother.
She had been a consummate lady, always with a kind word or gesture for everyone who came in contact with her. And her beauty had shone brighter than the sun and none could touch her grace.
Eric rose and went to his bureau. From a locked draw he drew out a miniature portrait. Enclosed in a watch that his father had worn that Eric sometimes donned was his mother. It was from her that he’d gotten his dark blond hair and piercing blue eyes.
He closed the watch and sat again before the hearth. A drink later he was forgetting his mother and thinking once more of his captive. That he intended to have his way with her completely he had no doubt. And the more he drank the more he desired to do so immediately.
The wind blew the velvet curtains back from the partially opened window and a ray of moonlight came in and pooled on the floor. Winter was coming and soon the cold beauty of snow would adorn the grounds. Eric smiled at the thought; winter was by far his favorite time of year.
Sookie curled under the brocaded blanket, shivering despite the fire. Soon enough she dreamed. She was in a dark forest, dressed in a crimson cloak running from wolves. Then the wolves vanished to be replaced with a lone rider on a black stallion. The man’s face was in shadow when she glanced back. The pounding of hoofs followed her through twisting paths; suddenly she was lifted into the air in front of her pursuer.
His grip on her waist was brutal, she could feel his breath near her ear “Hello Countess,” a voice whispered. She stiffened with fright as she recognized it. His lips went to her neck and trailed the length of it with hard kisses.
The stallion galloped into a clearing in the snowy dream woods, and the duke dismounted taking her with him. He settled her down on his cloak and laid her flat on her back.
Eric’s cruel face part in shadow loomed above her as he pushed her skirts up. She screamed and awoke to the sound of the lock turning in her prison.
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