"Why not all three?" Burr asks, and he flips them then, so Alexander is beneath him, and he can grind against him. "We have time, don't we? Oh, but if you are my bride, you've been very naughty." His hand, moving to Alexander's stomach once again, resting his hand over it, as if there is anything to feel. "You are meant to be sweet and virginal, and yet here you are, impregnated by what could be any man's child. What am I to do with you, my young slut of a bride?"

And he grips them between Alexander's legs painfully--digs his fingers in around his cunt, the lips, and presses. "Why, you're already wet," drags a finger through his slick, brings it to his lips, tastes. "Did the others not satisfy you enough? I should kick you out, for being a whore. And yet...no, I think you should beg. Go on, I know what it is you want. Why don't you ask for it?" Presses down harder then, his arm over Hamilton's chest, pressing him into the bed.

His own game; what is it Alexander wants.