Rabastan couldn't help the way he laughed. His voice cold, emotionless as she tried to hurt him with her words. "Do you think someone like me really needs love? For pretending to be a woman, you really are such a child sometimes. Do you think your words sting, Ginerva? That I care in the slightest what you think about me? You really are losing your touch. You've gone oh so soft...."
Biting her neck then he chuckled once more against her skin, shaking his head as he forced her to move along with him towards the couch. He pushed her onto it, making her face backwards, up on her knees so she looked over the back. She was so easy to manipulate, to control. Her strength was nothing compared to his.
"Perhaps not. But it certainly makes me feel better," he mused, letting his fingers slide beneath the material of her underwear, his fingers finding her clit. "And you know you enjoy it, Ginerva. Don't like to yourself. You're nothing more than a whore. You've always enjoyed being used by men more important than you, why is now any different?" As much as he hated the bitch that was currently at his mercy, he knew just how to make her scream, and he was using that to his advantage, if only because he knew she would hate herself that much more for enjoying what he could do.