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up. She fell back, angry, upset, alarmed, whispering, 'Leave me
alone! I can't take any more. Leave me alone.'
'Not tonight, Sancha,' he said, with a sensual menace that made her
blood run cold in panic and her mouth go dry with a very different
emotion.
She didn't want to feel like that, not now, not while he was involved
with someone else; she couldn't bear the idea of him touching her
until she was sure that that affair was over.
Whatever Mark thought, she hadn't been trying to seduce him tonight.
She had had a blow to her self- esteem. Finding out that your husband
was having an affair with someone else could do a lot of damage to
the way you felt about yourself. She had looked in the mirror aiid
realised what a mess she was, so she had gone out to change her
image as much for her own sake as to make Mark see her in a new
way.
She looked at him unhappily, hating the cynical glitter in his eyes. He
kept saying she was not the girl he had married well, he wasn't the
man she had married, either. Her Mark would never have treated her
this way.
'Please go away, Mark. This may be your idea of a joke, but I'm not
amused.'
'I wasn't trying to be amusing,' he said, taking off his tie.
Her pulses beat wildly. She retreated even further. 'You don't really
think I'd sleep with you while you're having an affair with another
woman?' Her voice held shock, an appalled incredulity. 'Get out of
here, Mark!'
Unbuttoning his shirt, he drawled softly, 'Your bed or mine?' and real
terror prickled under her skin.
'Stop it, now!' she yelled, glad that her voice didn't actually shake,
although she couldn't stop trembling.
His shirt open, he sat down on the edge of his bed and began to take
off his shoes. He did it so casually, it was such an ordinary, everyday
thing to do. She knew it wasn't a joke then. That was when she began
to believe he really meant it; he was going to force her, and she knew
she would die if he did. She would never get over it.
She ran towards the door, but Mark was instantly up on his feet again,
and, fleet as a panther, he loped after her, barefoot, making no sound
at all. Fear spread through her veins; she was desperate to escape
from him, she couldn't bear to have him touch her in this mood, but he
caught her and hustled her, fighting every step of the way, back
towards the bed.
Struggling, she looked up at him, tears in her eyes. 'I won't, Mark...
Get your hands off me how can you do this? I'm not sharing you
with your mistress!'
He pushed her down on the bed and came with her, the lean, powerful
body falling on top of her and crushing her down, so that she couldn't
get up again, couldn't escape from the sensation of that familiar,
beloved weight of his body. So long. It was so long since he had lain
on top of her like this.
A quiver of arousal ran through her; she couldn't stop it. She wanted
him. She couldn't pretend to herself that she didn't and she didn't
know if she could pretend to him.
But she must; she must stop him. If she let this hot, aching desire for
him carry her away she would lose her self-respect. He was doing this
to hurt her, humiliate her she knew he was angry with her, he had
told her so just now. If Mark made love to her in this mood it would
only be as a punishment.
She must not let him get to her. She averted her face and tightened
every muscle in her body in angry resistance.
'Leave me alone, Mark!'
Catching her face between his hands, Mark pulled her head round
towards him again, tilted her head backwards so that she couldn't pull
away. For a moment they stared at each other, Sancha's eyes wide and
dark with defiance and anger, Mark's unreadable, the glitter of the
irises shielding the thoughts behind them.
She opened her mouth to tell him what she thought of him, but before
she could get a word out his mouth was on hers in a fierce, insistent
demand that made every pulse in her body wake.
How long? she thought, unable to stop her lips from moving hungrily
underneath his. How long since he kissed me?
Why had she ever forgotten this drowning pleasure? How could she
have been such a fool as to let anything come between them? Why
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