Christine knew that her scream was loud enough, but she prayed that Erik heard it. She had seen nothing of him yet and she hoped he was there, because she had just gotten herself into a lot of trouble. Leroy's face showed his surprise seeing her standing there. He shoved himself off of Sienna and immediately rushed after Christine. Christine knew she could not run, if she ran then she would be leaving Sienna in danger. If she could distract Leroy long enough for Erik to get to them that everything would be alright.
She screamed again, this time more loudly than before, and managed to dodge Leroy's grasp. She knew Leroy was unaware of Erik's presence in the home, but he might figure it out, seeing that Christine had suddenly appeared out of no where. This time when he lunged for her he managed to snag her around the hair and yank her back against him. Sienna screamed this time and Christine knew they were making enough noise to wake all of Rome. Leroy grabbed her chin roughly in his hands and forced her to meet his gaze.
"So nice of you to join us love," he hissed.
Christine watched in horror as he slammed the door and locked it before roughly grabbing her wrist in his bruising grip. Christine knew she was had to be only a month pregnant but her motherly instinct to protect the small being growing inside of her was just as strong. She lashed out at him and managed to hit him roughly in the face.
He growled and grabbed her beautiful chocolate locks and roughly dragged her toward the bed. Sienna, who was normally a very timid girl, rushed at Leroy and began pounding on him with her fists. The back of his hand connected with her cheek and she crumpled to the floor.
"Wait your turn, trollop, you're next," he growled, tossing Christine onto the bed. He found the beautiful French woman far more tempting than the Italian at the moment, but of course he would have both of them in time. He admitted that he was quite surprised Christine had come alone looking for Sienna but then she had always been a foolish girl, if she was anything like her mother.
"You're disgusting!" Christine spat when he pinned her to the bed. He grinned. It was hilarious that she thought he cared what she thought of him. He was doing this because it was a way to get at Erik. Imagine the masked man's face when he found out his perfect little wife had been used by his worst enemy. He would give anything to see that look. But of course it was not a hard job...Christine was beautiful. She was generous in both breast and hips and her face and thick hair also pleased him greatly.
"And you...you're gorgeous," he muttered.
"I'm your niece!" Christine cried, disgusted by the Delauney family and their incestuous feelings for other members of their family.
"Not true. I never claimed your mother as my sister."
"It does not change the fact that you are blood, one in the same!" Christine cried, struggling against him. How could he, his brother, and his father, all have such feelings towards a woman as gentle and kind as her mother? It did not make any sense to her. What kind of men were they to hurt her like they had?
She would die if he touched her like he planned on doing. She had known only one passion, and that was what Erik had given her. She had known only one man's touch, and that, too, was Erik's. She was pregnant with Erik's baby, and she refused to let this man touch her so intimately. Knowing Erik had to be somewhere she screamed again.
Leroy pushed a cruel hand against her mouth to silence her screams. Christine retaliated by biting down hard on the tender flesh of his hand. He growled and slapped her, causing Christine to flinch when she felt blood fill her mouth. He grabbed her hair and forced her head back so he could whisper into her ear.
"Your demon of a husband will no longer wish to touch you once I have had you...again and again," he hissed.
"You are wrong there. He will take great delight in killing you for laying a hand on me in the first place," Christine growled. She knew Erik would never take it lightly when something of his was hurt, and he believed that she belonged to him. Christine was his wife, but that also worked the other way. Erik was hers, he was her husband and they belonged to each other.
"But what a way to die, Cherie, in an angels embrace..." he murmured, putting his disgusting mouth on the flesh above the swell of her breasts.
"Your lust will blind you... just like it blinded your brother!" she spat. Leroy's face contorted angrily and he slapped her cruelly.
"Don't you dare speak about my brother!" he hissed.
"How can you defend such a disgusting pig?" she demanded, knowing it was going to mean her own punishment but unable to remain quiet. His slap hurt worse than the first and she could already feel the bruise that was beginning to appear.
"My brother was a good man-"
"'A good man'?" Christine managed to laugh. Leroy's hands dug cruelly into the flesh of her shoulders as he pinned her down.
"Shut up," he growled, his tone raising.