Page 31 of Her Dark Seduction
My stomach lurched in fright, but I kept my back to him.
“I know not what you say. I’ve never heard that name before.”
The bed ropes creaked as he stood up.
“You called out his name.”
“You must have imagined it,” I said coldly.
“Perhaps you have another lover? Are you such a whore that you do not wish for exclusivity with me? I should be affronted, madam, for I have not yet left any of my women unsatisfied.”
Sawford was goading me, but I refused to take the bait.
“You know well enough, Monsieur, you are the only man forcing his attentions on me. Given my husband’s desire for a stallion—any stallion—to service his prize mare, I hardly think a servant such as yourself should have any cause for complaint. We are both livestock in Mortlock’s eyes, though I am the one with the bloodline.” I turned and looked him in the eye “Perhaps Lord Mortlock may prefer a destrier to service the mare than a mere carthorse.”
A flare of rage lit up his eyes and the muscles of his jaw tensed. My arrow had found its target.
“Ever the cold-hearted bitch,” he said, “though you are less discerning when I am between your thighs.”
To hide the hurt in my eyes, I turned away. I cared not for his opinion, and it was safer for me if they all thought me devoid of feeling. But I still ached for a kind word or a gentle touch. Eventually, I heard him sigh before the door closed after him.
