“You told her, didn"t you? Didn"t you?” He shook me harder, pushing me deeper and deeper into the room. “But it did you no good, did it? She will still marry me.”
He had pushed me into the darkest corner of the room, up against the stonewall and the metal table before it.
“I know you want me. I see you watching me. I know what I see is—”
“No, you"re wrong.” I pushed back. He laughed. “I watch Pearl, not you.”
Herbert ran his fingers along the line of my jaw. I closed my eyes. “There"s no need to lie to me, Ginevra.”
His hand dropped to my leg. Groping fingers hitched up my skirts. The other fumbled at his pants.
Though his hands no longer held me, disbelief did. It shackled me.
He leaned against me; his n***d flesh rubbed against mine.
“I will have you both. I deserve both of you.”
