Jordan swore as he stumbled into a chair, knocking it over onto the floor. "Jordan, is that you?" "Who were you expecting?" he said angrily. "Are you like that slut of a sister of yours with men tramping in and out of your bedroom?" Honor got out of bed quickly. "Jordan, are you drunk?" "Hell, yes, I am drunk, but not so drunk that I cannot satisfy you, if that is what bothers you." She reached out for him in the darkness and tried to steady him. "You have come into the wrong bedroom. I will help you to your room," Honor said, feeling uneasy. She had never seen Jordan drunk before, or any other man for that matter, and it frightened her for some unknown reason. "I have not come to the wrong room. It is your bed I seek, my dear, or have you forgotten that I am your husband?" He pulled her against him roughly. His hands moved over her body, causing her to struggle to be free. "Be still," he commanded as his lips came down brutally on hers. Honor felt terror as she pushed against him.
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