The Crimson Rose || Nicolae Bartholy X OC || [COMPLETE]

Chapter XIII.

The thief.

The Baron escorted Claire out of the room with ease. She couldn't say a word neither do anything to oppose his will.

As they walked down another corridor with red damask wallpaper, she kept looking in front of herself unable to think.

"My dear,  I think you would be able to appreciate the beauty of the paintings I love and collect."

He told her as he rubbed her back while walking. She didn't feel comfortable, but didn't say anything.

"Only the rarest subjects make it into my home, Claire, did you know that?" He opened two doors with his powers and lead the girl inside.

Claire still, couldn't let her voice out.

"We are here." He announced with pride. With a smirk he snapped his fingers and lit up the several chandeliers around the room, which was quite big.

There wasn't much furniture in it, only a sofa in the middle of the room and a few chairs by the window.

The walls, were covered in paintings. Dark, violent, disturbing scenes from different moments of humanity's history.

Claire slowed down her pace, feeling her body stiffening at the unpleasant sights.

The Baron lead the girl to sit down on the black sofa, smiling at her and never interrupting their eye contact.

"What do you think, my dear?" He asked as he moved one of his hands after sitting next to her.

Too close.

Claire didn't like that place not one bit, that's when she started realizing that something was taking over her body, her will.

"They are quite incredible." It was all she managed to say.

The man smiled tilting his head back. "Yes they are. Just like you." His right hand touched Claire's right shoulder and then moved down her arms, feeling how soft her skin was under the dress.

Too close.

Claire swallowed hard. She tried, she really tried to move away but it was like she was glued to the seat.

The Baron noticed and smirked, leaving a wet kiss on her collarbone. 

"You know, I really wanted to have this private little chat with you. There are a couple of things I wanted to discuss with you." He touched her hips slowly, following her curves.

"What kind of things?" She asked, feeling uneasy.

The Baron straightened up and turned her to face him and not the paintingsa. Claire looked at his eyes, under his power. He licked his lips.

"I do not appreciate what that Bartholy did to you, taking you from me."

Claire listened to his words attentively, not understanding right away.

"He took you. He took you from me. You were supposed to be mine, Claire. I found you first."

He was whispering now and moved his face closer to hers. He stole a kiss from her and Claire couldn't stop him.

"I...I..." Her body and her mind  were fighting so hard, trying to get control back, but he was so powerful, too powerful.

The Baron smiled as he could see how much she was struggling but couldn't do anything to oppose him.

It was extremely arousing to him, and explained the erection growing in his pants.

"I am going to take you back, dear. You will be mine. I am taking your pure blood all for myself until there will be no more in your veins..." He licked Claire's wrist, letting her feel his fangs to play with her.