‘Are you so cruel that you’d gloat over my painful situation? Let me go, I say!’
‘Painful?’ She felt the tightness in him and the angry timbre of his tone as he went on, ‘Or would that be conflicted? Well, it was your choice, my dear. You made your bed and you chose to lie in it. Don’t blame me if you have regrets.’
She squeezed shut her eyes, deeply conscious of the heat from his body.
‘I was drugged, my lord, as you well know.’ She glared at him through the gloom. ‘And now I am ruined, you have won your wager with Lady Busselton.’ Her voice broke. ‘May you have much joy of her. I hope that destroying my life was worth it!’
‘You destroyed your life with no help from me, Miss Rosington,’ he ground out. ‘Don’t blame me, for as God is my witness this was one unfortunate wager I had no in
