Very strange behavior, but then, he was a strange and capricious man.
What should I make of Ada’s threats? I resolved to be more careful as I roamed Grayspires.
I had hoped to get outside today, although the weather was getting very windy, but I found I could barely make it up the stairs to my own room.
After laying in bed all day, I had no more energy by dinner-time, and could barely drag myself back down again. By the time I made it to the big dining hall, Ada and Gideon were already at the table, Ada tapping her fingers impatiently against her new chinaware.
"My lord—" I started to apologize, when suddenly,I fainted!
CHAPTER 12
Deliverance
Gideon must somehow have caught me, for the next thing I knew, he was carrying me up the stairs.
"Let me go–”
"You should tell me when you are sick, instead of trying to be a martyr," he snarled, and I turned my head away as tears pricked the corners of my eyes.
Was this the wages of my sin for how I had been so proud before? Of my grand house with Papa, of my pretty full lips, my neat figure? Now cursed to spend the rest of my life with a cruel uncaring husband?
He dumped me unceremoniously on the bed, and I turned silently away from him. All I wanted was to be alone, but Gideon rolled me back toward him.
"Now what’s wrong with you? Your underthings too tight? Let’s see.”
Panic seized me.
“No! I’m fine, I’m fine. Just go away!”
Gideon frowned.
“Obey your husband. Now let me see.”
When I tried to move away, he pounced on the bed and with one powerfulrip—he tore my dress open.
I caught my breath, trying to suck in my stomach. Perhaps he would not notice! Gentlemen did not know much about pregnancy, did they?
But my husband frowned, pulling apart the ruins of my shapeless old dress.
And there it was—the little rounded bump of my belly.
Gideon said nothing for a moment, but I felt the bedclothes tighten underneath me as he stared.
"You are with child?" he asked sharply.
"Yes," I said in a choked tone.
I did not dare to look at him, but stiffened as his hard, calloused hands crossed my skin, feeling for the edges of the bump.
"You’re carryingmy child," he said in a low voice.
For a moment there was complete and utter silence in the room, my heart pounding so hard it felt as if it would burst from my chest.
Then Gideon flipped up one of my legs, rustling with his breeches, and slid his cock between my thighs and into my wet cunny.
The sounds of his thrusts were loud in the quiet of the room, but I was used to the wet sloppy noises now and concentrated on relaxing my hips and muscles so my cunny would not be sore later.
To my surprise, I felt his fingers on my chin, drawing my face toward him.
