Chapter 43

My face went white.

I abandoned my pride because this was now a conflict so bitter for it to be of any use to me.

“If you touch me, I will hate it,” I whispered in a scared voice.

He laughed and there was a naked desire in his eyes, a feeling so powerful that I went rigid with terror in front of it. He had never before looked at me like that. No man had. Marc had often looked at me with passion in the past but always with love, now there was nothing warm or soft about the expression in those beautiful dark eyes. I have never seen that expression on a man’s face before but I knew it now, I had no hesitation in recognizing it. Lust, I thought sickeningly. It was an ugly word for an uglier feeling, but it was what I saw on his face as I stared at him. His eyes were as hard and as inhuman glittering and his nostrils flared above his mouth.

“Don’t…” I whispered.

“Please!” His hands moved slowly and I watched them with fear, unable to move because my heart wa