Chapter Seventeen
Katya
Her rage was incendiary, the pain of his teeth as they sank into the fleshy heel of her hand as nothing to the rage she felt at this first assault upon her body since she had left Poland for Britain.
Of course, Gerald, the Englishman she had consented to marry and thus save herself from the life thrust upon her in her homeland, had wanted access to her body, but though it was something she suffered rather than welcomed he had, in his own shy and ineffectual way, at least attempted to make what passed for his version of lovemaking pleasurable to her – even if he had failed on all levels.
The power, by dint of his wealth, had still been his and acting upon the wishes and desire of men – no matter how benign they were in comparison to other men – was unlikely to ev
