Rosalie sat trembling as the carriage made its way up the cobblestone path.

Though Harry had straightened out her bodice, her legs were still spaced wide apart, her dress around her waist as her skin was flushed with pink.

Harry sat opposite her, having tucked himself back into his pants, his gaze travelled to the exposed junction between her legs that were now pink and plump and glistening wet, the fruits of his labour now seeping out and he ran his tongue over his lips, revelling in how she had tasted.

Harry leaned forward and gently pulled her dress down, covering her up just as the carriage came to a stop before he himself looked out the window and up at the imposing manor, sighing heavily.

The door was opened from the outside by a footman and Harry stood and exited the carriage.

Once outside, he turned around and extended his hand out for Rosalie to take.

She glanced at it, swallowing nervously before closing her eyes and looking down at her lap.

"Rosalie...love..." Harry spoke, his hand still outstretched.

She shook her head, a lone tear sliding down her cheek.

"Rosalie...come..." Harry spoke again.

A sob escaped her mouth as her hands grasped at her dress.

Harry turned to the footman and dismissed him with a nod before turning his attention back to Rosalie. Not wanting to appear angry or to scare her, he leaned his body into the doorway of the carriage.

"Rosalie what is it?" he gently asked.

He watched as her whole body shuddered from her distress as she inhaled shakily.

"No one will want me now," she whispered.

"I'm sorry, I don't quite follow..." Harry asked her.

"After what you've done...I've done...here..." she sniffed again, "no man will want me for his bride."

She brought her tear-filled eyes up to meet his.

"I'm tainted," she whispered.

Harry chuckled at her, causing hurt and shame to cross her features.

"Of course no man will have you," he said, causing her to gasp, "because no man will ever have you. You are mine now Rosalie. Now and forever."

He held his hand out to her again.

"Come with me my love and see your new home," he beckoned her.

Wiping away her tears, Rosalie took Harry's hand, much to his delight, and helped her out of the carriage.

"It is late darling, come, you must rest," Harry placed an arm around her shoulder as his other hand grasped hers.

Rosalie felt she had no choice, not knowing where she was or how she could leave, she let Harry guide her up the smooth, slate steps before leading her through the massive ornate front doors and into the grand foyer of the manor.

Rosalie was stunned.

She had never seen a place so grand where someone called home.

The first thing Rosalie noticed was the wooden staircase that seemed to fill the entire room, how it swept around the room from the bottom left to the top right.

Rosalie tentatively left the comfort of Harry's arm to slowly walk further into the foyer, the leaves underfoot scrunching as she walked. He stayed still, watching her face as she took in her new surroundings.

Her gaze followed the staircase up, stopping momentarily on the balcony, before she continued to turn herself to see where it led.

How many rooms must be here? she wondered.

Rosalie continued to turn around taking in the various paintings, the dimly lit lights, the large draperies that hung around the room and the furniture, particularly the chaise longue that sat before a welcoming fire.

A sudden movement from above caught Rosalie's eye and she looked to the balcony to see another woman, cloaked in a dark blue velvet dress, her dark hair piled into a bun on top of her head, staring at her before she turned and disappeared from view.

Rosalie turned around to face Harry, a questioning look on her face.

"My sister," he explained.

"Oh," Rosalie replied, nodding slowly.

If Harry's sister lived here, surely he...things...could not be so bad, she thought.

"Shall we?" he held out his arm for her to take.

She gingerly took it as he began to lead her up the staircase.

"Where...where are we going?" she asked, her voice quiet and nervous.

"To my room, well..." he smiled at her, "it will now be your room too."

Rosalie felt herself blushing again as his eyes flickered from hers to her breasts and back again. She felt her stomach clench and the sensation travelled lower to between her legs. She bowed her head, the thoughts she suddenly had and the feelings coming from her body shamed her, as she pretended to concentrate instead on each step she took as they ascended the staircase.

They soon reached the top and Harry steered her to the left, continuing along the darkened hall until they came to a set of double wooden doors.

Harry released her arm from his, placing a light kiss on the back of her hand, a visible shiver running through her body as he did so.

He smirked and turned to the doors, placing his hands on the ornate doorknobs before turning them and pushing both doors open.

The bedroom was tastefully decorated but Rosalie hardly noticed, the only thing in her line of vision was the massive, opulent four-poster wooden bed that filled the room. It was so large, and the bedding looked so lush and inviting that Rosalie suddenly realised just how tired she actually was and how much she really did want to lie down and sleep. She took a few tentative steps into the room and let go of the breath she was holding.

Harry's voice in her ear startled her.

"Come, love," he spoke softly, "let's get you settled for a nap shall we?"

He led her further into the room before closing the doors behind them.

She heard a loud click as they were locked.

She hadn't realised Harry was right behind her until she felt his hands touch her shoulders before gently removing the cloak from her shoulders.

Harry walked past her, placing the cloak over a chair before moving over to a set of drawers and opening one. He pulled out something before closing the drawer again. Walking over to Rosalie, he held out a long cotton nightgown for her to see before laying it out on the bed.

"Change," he said, pointing to the nightgown.

Rosalie looked at him, waiting for him to leave the room to allow her the privacy to do so. Instead he moved to a nearby chair and sat himself down, shifting back to make himself comfortable.

"I'm waiting love," he said.

"Surely you call yourself a gentleman Sir Harry?" she replied.

"When the need arises, then yes, I most certainly do," he smirked.

"Then you will do the gentlemanly thing and leave the room to allow me the decency to change in private?" she demanded.

"Love," Harry leaned forward, his forearms resting on his knees, "I've not long ravished you on our travel here. You wantonly gave yourself to me as I buried myself to the hilt inside you," he reminded her, "and now you decide you wish to maintain an illusion of morality now?"

"I...I..." Rosalie stammered.

"I'm waiting love...my patience grows thin," he said, his features darkening slightly, "if you will not change of your own accord, I can assure you I will not hesitate to assist you myself."

Rosalie gasped both at Harry's bluntness and his promised threat, but after his behaviour in the carriage, she really shouldn't seem surprised.

Her hands shook as she raised them to the laces on the front of her bodice. Panic set in as her thoughts ran wild.

Yes, she had let him take her in the carriage and try as she might, she couldn't deny the pleasure he had brought to her body, but he had not yet seen her in her naked form.

Rosalie pulled slowly at the bow where the laces were tied and let out a shaky breath as she did so. She was aware of Harry's gaze on her and unable to meet his stare, she kept her head bowed. Once the laces were untied, Rosalie removed the corset that sat over her dress, letting it fall to the floor, the sound of it echoing on the wooden floor in the silence.

Rosalie was now left in her silk dress and she reached around to pull at the zipper. She grasped the metal zip in her fingers and closed her eyes.

"I c-can't...I can't do it!" she cried, her hands flying to her chest as panic gripped her.

Harry stood from his chair and slowly walked towards her, watching as her eyes grew fearful as he approached.

"You can, and you will my love," he said in a low voice, "or quite simply, I shall do it for you."

He ran his tongue over his lips as he stared down at her, and she cursed herself inwardly at remembering what that same tongue was capable of doing to her and where it had only been moments ago.

"Rosalie," Harry interrupted her thoughts, "undress yourself...now," he ordered.

"No...no one...no man has ever seen me...unclothed..." she stammered, shaking her head, "I can't..."

Harry advanced, a growl erupting from his throat as a hand went around her neck, the other grasping the top of her dress and pulling at it roughly.

"N-n-no...no...noooo!" Rosalie screamed, her hands grabbing at the hand that was holding her throat.

The sound of material ripped, and Rosalie felt the cool air hit her skin as Harry continued to pull and rip her dress from her body until it lay in a pool around her feet and she now stood in front of him, her body completely naked and trembling as tears ran down her face.

She moved to quickly cross one arm over her breasts and the other over her mound as Harry stood back, admiring her now gloriously naked form.

"Oh no love," he smirked at her, "you shall never cover yourself from me," he placed his hands on her upper arms, "think of yourself as a flower bud, waiting for the sun that will allow you to bloom, and bloom you certainly have love, and you will continue to blossom under my touch."

Rosalie shook her head as she squeezed her eyes shut, not wanting to see Harry looking at her.

"Open your eyes," he said.

Rosalie shook her head, refusing.

"I said. Open. Your. Eyes." Harry repeated.

Rosalie let out a sob as she again refused him.

"Enough!" he roared, pulling her roughly by the arm across the room until she was standing in front of a full-length mirror with Harry behind her.

He had one hand on her hip while the other traced its way to cup her breast. He began to squeeze the soft flesh under his fingers before pinching the nipple, causing her to gasp and open her eyes. She couldn't help but watch, as though she was in a trance, as he continued to play with her breast, the sensations from his touch causing her to feel more wetness pooling between her legs. She clenched her thighs together at the feeling.

A move that did not unnoticed by Harry.

As her eyes met his in the mirror, she was shocked, then shamefully aroused, at the predatory look in them as she suddenly felt the hand on her hip travel down over the front of her stomach to her hand that covered her mound, moving it out of the way so he could slip his fingers into her slick folds.

As he moved his fingers back and forth, Rosalie began to moan, holding onto the arm that was moving those fingers between her legs. His breath was hot in her ear as he continued to grasp her breast in one hand and move his fingers quickly between her legs, concentrating on the swollen bud.

Rosalie threw her head back against Harry's chest, moaning out loud, her hands now moving up to fist themselves into his hair.

Her moans became louder and he watched as her pale, milky skin became flushed with colour and she parted her legs to allow his fingers to access her more easily.

She soon felt the same familiar sensation form in the pit of her stomach that she had felt in the carriage and it exploded again through her body.

Rosalie screamed as Harry held her up, her climax too strong for her to remain standing of her own free will.

As her body shuddered, her cries soon subsided, and Harry picked her up and carried her to the bed. Pulling the covers back, he laid her down before pulling the covers over her naked, trembling body, leaning over the top of her, his arms on either side of her head.

"Never forget my darling Rosalie," Harry whispered, "you are mine now. And I will touch you and taste your body wherever and whenever I want, as much as I want, willingly or unwillingly...do you understand?"

Rosalie's eyes were glazed as she tried to speak, but Harry placed his fingertips over her mouth and gently shushed her, before tracing her delicate jawline.

"'There is no escape from me. I will be the first man to kiss you, to bed you. Whether you come willingly or not, you will be mine and mine alone..."

Rosalie could only nod ever so slightly, as confusion and exhaustion overtook her.

She could not deny how violated she felt at this moment.

How trapped inside this house it suddenly seemed.

Yet, shamefully, the way Harry had made her feel...

There was something about him that kept drawing her in, causing her to fight her moral compass within herself.

Rosalie sighed and finally, she succumbed to sleep.