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He was like a devil in the moonlight, his hands roaming up and down my body.

He moved and his broad shoulders blocked out the light then, and he was a dark, big shadow looming over me.

My cunt was already aching and he gave me a sharp slap between my open thighs.

“Get up, Catherine,” he said. “You need a bath. There’s only one bed in our room and I’m not sleeping on the same mattress with someone who looks like a filthy street urchin.”

He stood up with lithe grace, and I staggered to my feet, clutching the side of the barn door.

“Why didn’t you just finish the job?” I asked bitterly, looking at the pitchfork. “It was only luck that you didn’t kill me with that.”

St. Erth turned around, his thick blonde hair impeccable, not a hair out of place, the strong planes of his face unmoved and cool. Like he fucked wives in the barn every day.

“If I wanted you dead, brat, you’d be dead already. I want you alive.”

Then he stretched his long arm out and pointed. There was a scrap of my beautiful white dress on the stall door.

He had known all along.

He had just wanted to torture me.

“Now move,” St. Erth said, and his voice was like steel. “Or I might lose my patience with you.”

CHAPTER 11

St. Erth

If the innkeeper and servants were a little startled to see Catherine at the door covered in hay and dirt, with her hair falling down her back, they were too used to the ways of the Quality to say anything.

I ordered a warm bath to be drawn up in the back of the inn in the kitchens and watched with satisfaction as servants brought steaming kettles full of water, filling the kitchen with a delicious warmth.

When they were done, the bath was full, hot and inviting.

Catherine was standing as far away as she could from me, and when I started undressing her face flushed and she turned away from me.

When I was completely naked, her face set determinedly away from my thick hanging cock, I stepped into the bath, grabbing the sturdy country bar of soap the innkeeper provided, and sunk down into the hot water.

My eyes felt like they burned as they fixed on my wife. Catherine’s delicate white dress was torn, hanging in shreds from her body, and she tried in vain to hold the pieces of cloth together. Her hair had almost all fallen out of its pins, the long auburn waves tumbled over her bare shoulders.

It gave me an unexpected flush of savage pleasure to see what I did to her.

My skin felt warm, heated with my burning anger at her disobedience.

The sooner she realized there would benodefeating me,nobeating me at my own game, the better.

After I cleaned myself, I waited deliberately, watching her silently as the hot water cooled.

Catherine was pretending to ignore me, staring fixedly at the corner stove like it was the most fascinating thing she had seen in her life.

“You’re filthy,” I ordered. “Take off your clothes and get ready to get in the tub.”

“I won’t fit in there with you,” she protested, fastening horrified round eyes on me.

“No one said you were getting in with me,” I corrected her. “I just want to see what I purchased. Myproperty.”

She flushed, the bright pink a warm color against her pale skin.

“Are you going to call a servant to get more hot water?” she squeaked.

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