“You think I’ve another man?”
I didn’t want him. Much less any other after all the torment I’d experienced at his hands.
“Who knows what you do when you’re not with me?”
“Do you worry about it?” I was stunned at this hint of vulnerability. A strange note that may’ve been jealousy, seeped into his voice.
“I don’t wish to think on it.”
“It disturbs you?”
“Because you’re mine.” He said matter-of-factly. “It won’t matter. Soon enough your skin will be marred with my seed, and you’ll no longer be as fair as you are now. No longer be so desirable to the village lads. And I’ve plans for you one day. When you submit to me wholly.”
“And if I don’t?”
“You will.”
“But if I didn’t?”
“Then I’d likely pursue you forever. You, one woman, could probably charge me all I’d need with your
