He picked up her dress once more, finding the opening and forcing it over her head, keeping his eyes averted as best he could. It bunched around her neck and her arms weren’t in the sleeves, but it covered most of her salient parts. His fingers brushed the place where her shoulder met her throat, and he felt her jerk. She might want to please him, but she was afraid of him too. She began to right her clothing, shoving her arms back into the sleeves and securing the ties at her breasts.
“You and your men, you went to the washwomen yesterday.” It was said without accusation, but Sasha clearly knew that the washwomen offered a variety of services. “You gave one of the women your body, Captain, and you took hers. Why will you not do the same with me?”
“How do you know this?” he gasped.
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