Randy Demetrius wasted no time. Eager to find his target.

Already remembering the moment he'd realized how much he hated her.

The first time he'd gone after one of the Demetrius maids forcefully.

It had been Belle that caught him. Barely more than a child.

"Take your hands off her!" She'd shouted with white fists.

"Stay out of this!" He had a maid, far older than he pinned to a corner in the pantry and was reaching beneath her skirts, rubbing her while she sobbed. "Go away."

"She's a Demetrius servant!" She'd announced regally. "Leave her be or I'll call Papa to have you tossed!"

She'd declared it as forcefully as any magistrate.

Randy hadn't stopped touching the maid. Determined to feel her and get a chance at her.

She was a pretty raven-haired thing, he'd lusted after for the last few years he'd been coming here and he wanted her.

What business was it of the tiny misses to tell him what he could or could not do.

"Get out!" He ordered. "Before I slap you silly."

"No! You get out."

Growling in frustration, Randall had abandoned the maid and rounded on Belle. Catching a fistful of her pretty brown hair and pulling her into the pantry.

"Leave." He'd hissed to the maid, who'd rushed out sobbing. Abandoning Belle with him.

He immediately began tugging up her clothes to fondle her. Determined to have her take the maid's place since she had interfered.

But he was unaware her raging had summoned Bodin Charters from upstairs.

He'd left his chamber at a dead run and had surged down the stairs. Sliding into the foyer trying to figure out where she was.

Randy had covered her mouth and lifted her dress. Sliding his hand between her legs and preparing to feel her in the most intimate way.

But she'd abruptly bit his hand.

Making him hiss in pain and strike her.

But instead of cowering she had tipped back her head and shrieked at the top of her lungs.

Summoning Bodin who'd ripped open the pantry doorway. Standing there huffing.

"Bodin, go get Papa." She'd ordered regally.

"Why don't you go get your Papa, Belle." He'd said in his deadly calm voice. He hadn't looked away from Randall until Belle was almost level with him and he'd seen the red handprint marring her face.

Belle had left to go tattle on Randall for hitting her.

Almost completely unaware of what had nearly happened to her.

***

Bodin had watched her go and had stepped into the pantry. Tugging the door closed behind them and shrouding them in nearly complete darkness.

Other than a thin outline of morning sunshine seeping in around the plank of wood covering the entrance.

"What you going to do about it?" Randy had challenged Bodin.

Bodin hadn't answered. But his first hit had racked Randall hard enough his head had slammed into the wall. And he'd been unable to chew for a fortnight. Having to consume broths.

He'd learned a soul-deep hatred for Bodin then but had learned not to challenge the quiet boy with the vicious temper.

They'd gotten older and Bodin had acted like nothing happened. Staying quiet and not shying from his company but making it a point to always be in the same room with Randy and Belle.

And as Belle had gotten older and began to form, she'd become the forbidden fruit that Randy couldn't get anywhere near.

If he stared too long down her dress or tried to touch her under the table.

Bodin would casually mention some reason she should leave, and she'd innocently go.

Then Bodin would leap on him. Breathing like a bull and swinging like a boxer.

After a few of those thrashings, Randy had realized the only way he could ever get Bodin back was to get Belle.

***

Randy found his way quickly enough to the chamber Ginny had indicated. Cracking open the door, he could already catch Belle's light perfumed oils. Verifying it was her room.

He could see the lump under the bedding in the shadows of a lone candle next to the bed. Already burned to a mere pile of wax.

Randy was already consumed with thoughts of her. Every low-cut dress she'd worn, that pretty brown hair sliding around to frame those pert breasts and dance around that skinny waist.

She was thinner than Ginny and he was going to enjoy fucking her.

"Belle..." He crooned in a sing song voice. "Bell, My Sweet...I've come home..."

"Don't move, Belle." He ordered more firmly. His fingers tightening around the blade. "Don't make a sound."

He could see her dark hair over the pillow and the mound of her under the blankets. He wondered what thin garment she'd be wearing. His anticipation was climbing as he thought about how it'd feel inside the girl. He was planning the ways he'd take her. He looked forward to watching his cock going in and out of her little channels. He excitedly debated where he'd have her first.

He favored forcing his way into a woman's tail but knowing that Belle was a virgin made the idea of rending her maidenhead even more exciting.

He wondered if she'd scream. Or perhaps cry, he pondered hopefully.

He was shaking with wicked glee. Excited to hurt the girl that'd thought herself so high and mighty before. Thinking she was above him.

He'd teach her, her place. Until she cried like Ginny had.

"You always thought you were so special...Protected by your pa and then by Charters...But now, now you'll be mine. And I'm going to hurt you. Just a little. But you're going to take it like a good girl and not make a sound. Do you hear me?"

Randy's blade glinted in the candlelight. Casting tiny flickers on the wall she could see.

"Yes..." She said so faintly he barely heard it.

He paused to pluck the laces of his pants. Looking down from her outline to his britches until he was able to pull out the hard bit of skin protruding from his abdomen.

Soon to be comfortably seated inside her. Comfortable for him, that was.

Probably less so, for her.

"Don't worry, Belle, when I'm done, I'll save your reputation. I won't let you be ruined. I'll wed you. Then you can relive the same joy in my bed each night." He chuckled darkly.

Imagining shoving her face into pillows while he slammed into her ass. Forcing her tears into his bed the night of their wedding. He'd let her up to catch her breath of course, occasionally. But her tensing while he rammed into her, would make her all the more tighter.

He shivered happily. Slipping the knife into his pants along his hip, he freed his hands.

Then he pounced on her. Digging through the blankets until he found her supple body. Finding bits of silk over her, he clawed at it. Yanking it up to her waist and exposing the pretty little nest beneath her thighs.

He noticed in his rush to pin her legs, that her breasts seemed smaller than he'd thought them. But he was pleased to note she wasn't fighting as he'd expected. Instead, she laid limp beneath him.

Too terrified to move he guessed.

As he wiggled between her legs and lined himself up to enter her, he looked up and saw her face.

She didn't look scared.

She looked bored.

Annoyed.

And nothing like Belle.