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me?” He laughed. “There is nothing to fear, my lady .”
I cried out as he clamped his hand over my mound through my dress fabric.
“You are mine!” Cecil’s words sprayed spittle in my face, and I slapped him.
The moment of surprise I gave him allowed me to creep upwards to get away from him.
“Why are you so afraid? Has the Northman already tasted your pleasures?”
I shook my head and clawed the duvet. Tears brimmed in my eyes and spilled down my cheeks.
Cecil stopped struggling with me, a new, cold look in his eyes. “That’s it. You’re in love with the animal.”
“No, I love only you.” My own words sounded hollow in my head. They were lies. Cecil would see right through them.
Cecil pushed me into the bed cushions. “Little whore. Your insides have probably welcomed half the Northmen’s camp by now. You are despicable. Vile.”
He stopped his attack and I lay still, afraid to breathe. I couldn’t say anything. I wouldn’t. All Cecil had were accusations. There was no need for me to confirm his suspicions. I relaxed a little beneath him.
“Whore!” he shouted and pushed off me.
Tears came, unbidden. No decent man would ever come near me again if I was marked as a barbarian left-over.
“Was it the Prince that impaled you?” Cecil’s breath was fiery, like a dragon’s. “No, couldn’t just be one. And even a barbarian royal wouldn’t concede to worthless trash as yourself.”
He pounced on me and gripped my wrists, hard. His hot breath drew cold sweat in the places it touched on me. My bodice ripped as he tore it with only enraged strength, exposing my breasts to him. I tried in vain to cover my shame, but he only backhanded me. Stars fluttered in my vision.
“I thought you were the most beautiful woman on earth.”
His spittle sprayed across the bridge of my nose and I whimpered, afraid.
“Now I know your beauty hides the hideous countenance of a demon.” Cecil bent his head to pinch the skin of my cheek between his teeth.
The dagger pricked my arm, reminding me that I was not without option. I managed to get my hand loose to draw the blade in an arc, slicing from his ear to his chin. He and I both screamed as he opened his jaw to release my face from the bite.
“ Bitch !” he roared, one hand clasped to his bleeding cheek.
Hot splashes of red struck me in the face and I pushed him off me with all of my might. Cecil landed on his backside, his eyes afire with pure rage.
“I’ll kill you, cunt! Do you hear me? Guards!”
Cecil bellowed for the guards over and over, until they fell into the door, spilling over almost like a deck of cards. I’d backed myself against the wall and had nowhere to go.
The men took one look at their master’s son’s face, my bloodied barbarian’s dagger, and took me by both arms. Cecil was led out by Celise, who looked back at me in astonishment.
The stairs glided beneath my feet for the most part, as I was hefted and dropped on the floor. I dared peek upwards and saw men’s feet. Of course they belonged to Duke Penbroke and my father. I sobbed openly as the account of my attack was recanted, in Cecil’s favor, of course. The kingdom considered me already a possession, a pretty pet. I should be grateful that Cecil was willing to stick his thing into me at all. I shook my head, disputing his words.
My clothes were ripped, held to my body only because I remained bent at the waist, afraid to look at the faces that belonged to the angry voices. Names washed over me like bitter rain. I couldn’t hold back my tears and, despite how guilty I would appear, sobbed openly.
“Well, what would you have me do with her?” my father asked, his voice barely restrained.
I’d disgraced the family. I’d failed my father. I’d cut up the face of the man I was supposed to love. My heart felt as if it were bleeding all over the floor.
“If she wants to behave like the animal that took her, then let her suffer the same fate as he.”
I looked up
I cried out as he clamped his hand over my mound through my dress fabric.
“You are mine!” Cecil’s words sprayed spittle in my face, and I slapped him.
The moment of surprise I gave him allowed me to creep upwards to get away from him.
“Why are you so afraid? Has the Northman already tasted your pleasures?”
I shook my head and clawed the duvet. Tears brimmed in my eyes and spilled down my cheeks.
Cecil stopped struggling with me, a new, cold look in his eyes. “That’s it. You’re in love with the animal.”
“No, I love only you.” My own words sounded hollow in my head. They were lies. Cecil would see right through them.
Cecil pushed me into the bed cushions. “Little whore. Your insides have probably welcomed half the Northmen’s camp by now. You are despicable. Vile.”
He stopped his attack and I lay still, afraid to breathe. I couldn’t say anything. I wouldn’t. All Cecil had were accusations. There was no need for me to confirm his suspicions. I relaxed a little beneath him.
“Whore!” he shouted and pushed off me.
Tears came, unbidden. No decent man would ever come near me again if I was marked as a barbarian left-over.
“Was it the Prince that impaled you?” Cecil’s breath was fiery, like a dragon’s. “No, couldn’t just be one. And even a barbarian royal wouldn’t concede to worthless trash as yourself.”
He pounced on me and gripped my wrists, hard. His hot breath drew cold sweat in the places it touched on me. My bodice ripped as he tore it with only enraged strength, exposing my breasts to him. I tried in vain to cover my shame, but he only backhanded me. Stars fluttered in my vision.
“I thought you were the most beautiful woman on earth.”
His spittle sprayed across the bridge of my nose and I whimpered, afraid.
“Now I know your beauty hides the hideous countenance of a demon.” Cecil bent his head to pinch the skin of my cheek between his teeth.
The dagger pricked my arm, reminding me that I was not without option. I managed to get my hand loose to draw the blade in an arc, slicing from his ear to his chin. He and I both screamed as he opened his jaw to release my face from the bite.
“ Bitch !” he roared, one hand clasped to his bleeding cheek.
Hot splashes of red struck me in the face and I pushed him off me with all of my might. Cecil landed on his backside, his eyes afire with pure rage.
“I’ll kill you, cunt! Do you hear me? Guards!”
Cecil bellowed for the guards over and over, until they fell into the door, spilling over almost like a deck of cards. I’d backed myself against the wall and had nowhere to go.
The men took one look at their master’s son’s face, my bloodied barbarian’s dagger, and took me by both arms. Cecil was led out by Celise, who looked back at me in astonishment.
The stairs glided beneath my feet for the most part, as I was hefted and dropped on the floor. I dared peek upwards and saw men’s feet. Of course they belonged to Duke Penbroke and my father. I sobbed openly as the account of my attack was recanted, in Cecil’s favor, of course. The kingdom considered me already a possession, a pretty pet. I should be grateful that Cecil was willing to stick his thing into me at all. I shook my head, disputing his words.
My clothes were ripped, held to my body only because I remained bent at the waist, afraid to look at the faces that belonged to the angry voices. Names washed over me like bitter rain. I couldn’t hold back my tears and, despite how guilty I would appear, sobbed openly.
“Well, what would you have me do with her?” my father asked, his voice barely restrained.
I’d disgraced the family. I’d failed my father. I’d cut up the face of the man I was supposed to love. My heart felt as if it were bleeding all over the floor.
“If she wants to behave like the animal that took her, then let her suffer the same fate as he.”
I looked up
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