Chapter 6: Cold Skin, Hot Tears
The Chapter contains indications of sexual abuse, please read at your own discretion.
It would have been impossible to not recognize him – tall, slim, dignified posture, strong shoulders and broad chest; brown hair that shone with gold every ti it would et any source of light, smooth, porcelain skin, emanating a healthy, although slightly tired glow, sensual lips, chapped, perhaps from light dehydration, and sharp grey eyes, the trait shared by both Rosalie and Ian Ashter.
Raphael Ashter was a spitting image of his mother. And one would probably justly title him the female version of Rosalie. And just like his sister, he had broken many hearts, secretly flaring up his relentless yearning for her.
"Leave the room and don't co back until told otherwise."
The man gestured for the maid to exit the room but Aurora was reluctant to leave. She carefully looked at Rosalie, her face distorted by the mixture of fright and anxiety. There was no use to hesitate any longer, if Aurora did not leave when ordered to, she would get severely punished as well, and Lady Ashter did not want that. Thus, she offered her maid a slight encouraging nod and quickly shifted her gaze back to the wall, avoiding direct eye contact with her brother.
Raphael watched Aurora leave the room, and when she finally closed the heavy bathroom door behind her, he looked at the girl quietly sitting in the bathtub, slowly walked up to her, sat down on one of the wooden stools, and leaned closer to Rosalie's naked body, generously inhaling its scent.
"As always, you wear this scent best, Rosalie."
Raphael's presence was making her extrely uncomfortable; she fidgeted with her hands for a few monts, then crossed her arms in front of her chest, trying to cover as much of her body as possible, which seed to have made Raphael rather angry. He grabbed his sister by the wrists and pulled her arms away from her body, his handso face disgruntled with rage.
"What are you doing? Is there sothing on your body that you are trying to hide? Why? Did soone touch you while I was gone?!"
He pulled his sister's upper body even closer to him, then looked her right in the eyes, his gaze burning with madness, and hissed like a venomous snake,
"Was it that moron William Amado?"
Not giving Rosalie a chance to reply, Raphael pressed his large hand on top of the girl's head and pushed her down under the water, watching her struggle like a drowning animal, desperately fighting for a chance to live. At last, when it was beginning to look like the girl was ready to give up, he roughly pulled her up, still clenching her hair between his fingers, then inserted his free hand under the water, and Rosalie felt it brush over the inside of her thighs and crotch, before finally going inside her, making her flinch as if hit by a lightning bolt, and widen her eyes, stunned by her brother's blunt action.
With his hand still touching in between her legs, Raphael smiled rather slyly and said in a hoarse whisper, his lips almost touching her ear,
"If I find out that you let soone touch you, I will kill you, Rosalie."
Lady Ashter felt her whole body tremble in unfathomable fear. She knew that Rosalie still had a virgin body but her brother's mad behavior, even his re words, was shaking her up to her core.
Satisfied with the result of his "inspection
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