Her breathing suddenly picked up its pace.
"What do you think you are doing?" She whispered furiously.
His response was to press harder against her.
"Like you said… no one knows who we are enough to gossip about it."
She gulped.
"Stop using my own words against me. It doesn't apply because I am betrothed."
His hands slid up her waist up to her chest as if searching for something.
"Because you want to hurt me… because you think I don't want you." His voice was a thin whisper, but she heard him clearer than if he were shouting.
She stopped wriggling and allowed her body to relax.
"You made it clear to me that our inappropriate connections have to come to an end… and I understood you. Do you not know that your words have to follow your actions?"
His hands stopped at the mark just above her breasts. She had spent a good deal of time trying to conceal the mark - and she had been successful.
"Are you happy with him?"
She froze.
Why was he asking?
