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you not to step backward again," he uttered, pulling Arabella and the linen closer. Darth realized that he
had to prove his dominance early on if he hoped to mold Arabella. And, he did. With each moment he
was close to her, he found himself more determined . . . if not crazed
"You are afraid of me?" he asked flatly looking down at her.
Arabella jerked her gaze away from Darth's impaling gray eyes. "Of you, not your scar." Arabella
wondered with feverish thoughts why she had thought to clarify. Perhaps it was some inner self
preservation which read Darth's diabolical intentions and she sought to soften the blow upon herself.
Darth was staggered at Arabella's response. It was true that she was afraid, he could see it. He
expected it. However, she did not seem in anyway appalled by his visage. And that excited him." That
is proper, Arabella. It is just the way I would have it in fact." Darth pulled Arabella closer still, taking
her chin firmly in his wide hand, pressing upward, until she had no choice but to look at him. "Are you
a virgin, Arabella?"
Arabella's eyes widened at the implication as trembling fear coursed her belly and both of Darth's
hands tighten around what they were holding, as if anticipating her flight. She would not tell him! If he
intended rape, well then, he would have to live with the consequences. Because it would be rape. She
would fight him with all her power, so he knew it for what it was. Sweet Mary, she had no hope of
winning against his strength, if that were his intentions, and why else would he ask her?
"I cannot abide stubbornness from my property, Arabella. Tell me at once or I will be forced to
punish you!"
Arabella was petrified, yet she would not let Darth see her fear as she stared up at him with
defiance. "Rape me if you will, you beast."
Oh my God, why had she said that? Darth flinched. Arabella knew her last word had hit its mark
and she was surprised that she did not feel more satisfaction at hurting him as he was intent on
ravishing her.
Darth pulled once forcefully with the hand that held the edge of the bed linen between her
breasts, ripping it away without warning. Arabella was so stunned, she did not even scream as he
grabbed up both of her wrists and placed them together in one of his broad hands. Clamping his fingers
around them tightly he began to pull her along behind him. "Rape, Arabella? There will never be rape
between us. You will be willing, I can assure you!"
Darth pulled her to a dresser, where he opened a drawer and rifled through its contents with his
free hand. Arabella finally found her wits and thought to escape him, twisting her wrists and panting
with the effort, until he squeezed his hand even more. He was strong as seen in his powerful body
stretched tautly beneath the silk of his white shirt.
She yanked again, screeching, "Let me go!" But he did not budge. He was like a sturdy oak tree,
immovable to her smaller frame and she saw, with alarm, the two belts he pulled from his drawer. One
was a two-inch leather strap and the other was a much thinner trouser tie.
Punishment! Darth had said punishment! Arabella squealed again, but it did her no good as Darth
hauled her to one of the bedposts at the end of the huge four-post bed. There he lifted her wrists high
over her head as she wiggled and fought his hold. But he took the thinnest belt and wrapped both of her
wrists, pulling them higher to bind the belt around the bedpost securely. Bringing even her heels off the
ground. She was hung helpless and naked, heaving from the exertion of trying to escape him.
"God, you are beautiful," he uttered, swiping a broad hand across his scarred mouth as if he had
not meant to say it.
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