“You loathe me, but you won’t be able to escape me. You may fight and struggle, but in the end, you will yield. You belong to me. You have belonged to me from the moment I decided to take you.”
“I do not belong to you,” she retorted with as much emphasis as she could manage. “And I never will!”
“Wonderful, wonderful! That’s just what I like.”
“You must be insane!”
His grin was horrible. “Let us just say I enjoy unusual tastes – which you can gratify like no other woman I have met. Now, we have talked long enough.”
He reached for her. Louisa raised her arm to fend him off. He laughed and seized her wrist. Driven by fear, she performed the first unladylike action of her life.
Lord Westbridge yelled with pain as her teeth sank into his hand.
She took advantage of the distraction to dar
