She lifted her sweat-drenched head, her pride completely eradicated as she stared at her brutal conqueror. "I can be useful to you," she pleaded desperately, her voice dropping into a pathetic, needy whine.
He let out a low, dark chuckle that echoed off the cold vault walls. "You are a greedy woman, aren't you?" he mocked gently.
She simply nodded without a single ounce of shame, her messy hair sticking to her wet face. "Can I not be with you?" she asked, tears threatening to spill from her eyes all over again.
He stared at her pathetic, broken form for a long moment before his lips curled into a possessive smirk. "Laila," he declared, his voice cutting through the heavy, sex-scented air.
"It will be your name from now on, no matter what it was before," he commanded with absolute authority. "And also, your pussy will be exclusive to me, is that accepted?"
