AllFreeNovel
Share Us
"I will not! That question is not relevant."
"We both know you were no innocent when you came to my bed."
"I was a virgin!"
"Do not play coy."
"Coy? Am I speaking to an idiot? Why are you so suspicious? How could you ask me of lovers when you know you were my first?"
His eyes filled with harsh passion and his flat mouth thinned even further until the lips that had kissed her disappeared. "The first, yes. The first to have you there."
Her heart beat once, twice. Rage froze, crystallized with a suddenness that chimed like glass in her chest. "What?"
"You know quite well that there is more to making love than just sex."
Her teeth clattered together, a hard click in the quiet rumble of the space. Heart tearing, she worked words past her lips. "What are you . . . What are you asking me?"
"Just tell me who he is, and don't repeat that shit about him being a friend of the duke."
"No. No, I want you to tell me exactly what you mean. Put your ugly thoughts into words so we can both hear them, so you can finally taste them on your tongue."
"Alex—"
"No! Are you asking if I have ever . . . If I have ever taken that man into my mouth? Or, or. . ."
"Alex—"
"Or perhaps you mean something more vile yet? Perhaps you're asking me—your own wife—perhaps you're asking if I played at sodomy?" She watched with sick satisfaction as his body twitched. His eyes widened from their slits of rage and she thought she saw pain. Good. It couldn't begin to approach what she felt.
"What, did you think I didn't know about that trick? Perhaps there are other things I know that you're not aware of. I am a wee whore, after all." A throng of emotions played over his hard face, but Alex saw it all through a steady blur of hatred.
"You'll never tell me about your past, even when I ask."
"Oh, and how many women have you had, Collin? And what parts of their bodies did you stick yourself into?"
"It's not. . . You never asked. I'll tell you about my past if you like."
"No, I'm not a beast like you. What do you want to know? You want to know who that man was to me?"
"I just. . ." He threw his big hands up into the air before crossing his arms tight over his chest. "Yes."
"Well, let's see. Mr. Robert Dixon. Yes, I did kiss him, I remember that. He stuck his tongue into my mouth. What else? Oh, then he decided that I had granted him the liberty to do what he wished and he pulled up my shirt, dropped his trousers, and tried to have me."
She smiled at his sudden shift, smiled as he sat forward with a shout.
"Oh, yes. Of course, I encouraged him and I am a whore after all, so I can only be glad he was too much of a gentleman to give chase when I fell to the ground and crawled away, else I might have lost my virginity to a different bastard entirely."
Her eyes narrowed as his fist rose, but she did not cringe, not even when it swung toward her to pound on the roof of the carriage. "Turn this damn thing 'round!" He pounded again.
"Stop it," she growled, bouncing in her seat as they shuddered to a halt. "Stop it. You have no right to play my defender now."
He closed his eyes. Opened them again.
"Sir?" a voice called.
Alex leapt to her feet and slid open the window. "Go! Drive on!" They drove.
"You cannot ask me to ignore him."
