Her Wicked Proposal novel Chapter 41

Anne withheld a gasp as his fingers dug deep into her hips, barring escape or retreat.

"Did you now?" His tone was dark, sarcastic, cutting. "You are a fine one to judge such things, Dearest Anne." Her name was so cold on his tongue, like a gypsy's curse, rather than a soft lover's murmur. She half expected to see Cedric's eyes crystallize into ice as he stared hard at her.

"Tell me, Anne, did you let Crispin have you? Is that your dirty little secret you've been keeping from me? The man you supposedly despised dared to send you a letter of congratulations. Called you his dearest Anne and said that you and he have much to plan. Tell me, what are you planning, wife?" Such cruelty hung in his words that Anne barely recognized him as the man she'd married only the day before.

Anne bit her tongue, tasting blood. He grimaced at her silence.

"Speak, damn you! Tell me my suspicions aren't true. That nothing ever happened between you!" The hurt in his eyes filled her with a choking fear and dread. He'd somehow uncovered the truth, at least part of it. She had to tell him, explain everything about that night.

"He was the only man before you-"

"All this time you've played the sensitive virgin. But Crispin had you that night and now you're only telling me when it's too late to undo this disaster. So, was that your plan? You've ensnared a wealthy, titled man in matrimony, and he can't escape. Bravo. Is he waiting to drink champagne with you at some cozy little inn after you abandon me in my darkest hour?"

Without a hint of warning, Cedric flung her off his lap. Anne hit the ground with a hard thump.

She reached for his knee, wanting to touch him, but he slapped her hand away. The brief contact stung as much as if he'd slapped her in the face.

"That's not what happened! Please, let me explain! I had no choice!" Anne's eyes were burning, and barely restrained hysteria rattled her senses.

"There is nothing to explain. I thought I could ask you for the truth and not become upset. But blood and hellfire, I'm not all right with any of this! Using me as a front while you and your lover make your plans!"

"No!"

"My name will not be dragged through the mud. Get out! For the love of God, get the bloody hell out of here!" he bellowed. Anne stumbled to her feet, limping as her bruised hip throbbed in protest.

"You have to understand about Crispin. He made me-" Foolishly she reached for him again, and the second her hands made contact with his calf he kicked out, narrowly missing her as she lunged away from him.

"Get out or I will make you."

Anne had never heard a clearer threat. His brown eyes had become dead, and his fists were clenched at his sides. Waves of anger rolled off him, warning Anne that she was in danger if she stayed. But still she was desperate to reach him through that fog of pain at her betrayal.