If only she realized how much he truly wanted her. Rodolphus did not see people are equal to him. Others were nothing but pawns to be moved around or ignored for his leisure. He had no concern about their feelings, no sense of urgency about pain or suffering. It was concerning to say the least. A therapist would have told her that he was entirely too dangerous to be around and that would not have been a wrong conclusion.
Even now, touching a woman he loved, Rodolphus longed to see her skin bruised and red. He wanted to see her flinch in both pleasure and pain and the sound of her screams was like a symphony. Of course he wouldn't have ever done anything to her that caused serious damage, but that didn't change the fact that he had seriously dark desires.
He grabbed her hair and pulled it back hard enough to hurt. "I will bring anything up when I want." He tugged just a little bit further and traced kisses down her taut throat. "Your behavior needs to be checked. You have gotten awfully comfortable lately."
"I don't like your attitude. I don't like that I spent all day around people." He growled the words as his hand came down firm against her back side with each thing he listed. "I don't like your sister, and I don't like my mother's simpering. I don't like that I had to light tables on fire just to get some fucking peace."
The last word was cadenced with him pulling the materials over her shoulders. "I intend to make sure you struggle to walk in the morning. I have been restrained these past weeks, but no more. Now you are truly mine."