A/N: So here is the LONG overdue sequel to King of the Gypsies. I hope you like! Oh, and some chapters might be rated M, but you'll see why later. Please be so kind, and leave a review! Thanks mucho! ^_^

Chapter 1

Arabella's POV

"Clopin, please," I pleaded, even though it was futile. He always gets what he wants. A soft moan escaped my lips as he hit a sensitive spot on my neck.

He grinned from my neck, before laughing. "There is no use begging, mon cherie. Clopin is having his way with his lady, and she will enjoy it." Clopin looked up from what he was doing to peer into my eyes, "Are you not comfortable? Should we stop?"

I could tell that he didn't want to stop, and neither did I. I gripped the covers of our bed in anticaptation, and said grudgingly "Did I tell you to stop? Please, keep going!"

He chuckled softly, and released his grip on my waist to take his shirt off. I couldn't help but entwine my fingers in the soft tendrils of his chest, before stretching up to kiss him. Clopin deepened the kiss, and layed down flat on me. "Mon amour," he said, breaking the kiss, "you take my very breath away. Je t'aime." He returned to fondling my chest and kissing my neck.

It all came back to me in a flash:

"Clifton, please, don't," I gasped, terrified, "I don't want this!"

He ignored my pleas, and shoved my clothes off so that we were both naked. Clifton then proceeded to touch my breasts, and other places that I dare not mention. "Clifton, no!" What normally would have pleasured me turned to pain and fear. I panicked when I felt his groin harden, "Don't!" I squirmed and tried to push him off of me, but he merely laughed, stradled me, and held my arms down roughly.

I screamed in pain as he thrust into me, harder than before. I told him that it hurt me, and that he was being to rough, but he continued to moan and grunt. He pressed his sour mouth to mine.

When it was all over, he let me go, ignoring the tears of horror and pain that were escaping me eyes. "Who's the master?" he demanded, "Who?"

"Y-You," I whispered. God, please help me!

"Who is the slave?"

"Me." The last word was barely audible.

I gasped audibly, and Clopin murmered, "I usually have that affect on women."

I wriggled, nervously, and pushed him off me. He groaned, "What's wrong?" Even though he knew what was about to come.

"Clopin, I-I'm not ready to do this. Th-This is a big step, and I feel that we should wait, for just a little while longer. I was a liar. I would never be ready for such a thing.

My lover sighed, and rolled off me, "I understand, mon amour." He gathered me in his arms, "Maybe it's best if we just go to sleep. Goodnight, Arabella."

"Goodnight, Clopin." I stayed awake, feeling guilty: for lying, for getting his hopes up, but most of all for lying. But I felt as if I had a right to do so.

How was I supposed to tell Clopin that I was raped?

A/N: I hoped you liked this chapter! I felt it was rather dull, however. Anyways, please remember to review, and I'll try to update as soon as possible! ^_^