6 parts Ongoing MatureThe one rational remnant of her mind recognized the strange taste of salt water mingled with blood. But if she hurt the unholy wretch, he ignored the pain. He only yanked her more cruelly to his hard, unyielding chest. Then something cold and round was pressed to her mouth. "Hold still," he muttered in her ear. "Just drink this." She fought with all her might, kicking, flailing about within his murderous embrace. He meant to drug her! To kill her! But why? "Hold still, boy," he hissed near her ear. Then he abruptly let out the vilest string of oaths she'd ever heard. Still, the shock of hearing that was nothing compared to the appalling feeling of his hand sliding up to her breast and then sliding over to the other. As if to make sure she had the two of them! "May I be Jonas-fucked!" Cyprian spat as he recognized just what lay beneath his right hand. One soft and decidedly feminine breast. And a matching one beside it.