The Devil Of Nettlewood (The Anarchy Tales) - Plot & Excerpts
Mitri replied.Spur resentfully contemplated the young woman who had so exquisitely made him her slave. By her words, she had rendered him naked. Unfair! He had only stripped her of clothing.Her voice sounded fearful and aroused, all at the same time. And beneath all of that was an unspoken challenge. Her silent words hummed inside his head:Admit what I do to you. Admit I am everything you want and desire in a woman.Or was that his own chastising voice he heard?Deep within him was a terrible urge to make a clean breast of it now that she had called him on his hypocrisy. Deep within him was a mad impulse to tell her the truth, to admit that in her he had found a partner to fulfill him.And what then?After avowing the sentiment, what would come next?Certainly not a betrothal, a promise of a future together. He could never plight his troth to her. They could have no life together. He was a nobleman, and she was a common peasant wench. The best he could do was keep her as his plaything, his whore until and, mayhap even after, taking a wife.
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