“Are you a betting woman?” he asked me.
“Betting? You mean do I gamble? Yes, and I win all the time.”
“Then I’d bet you’ll be mine alone before the winter is over, Kiley McCarren. I’ll have you anywhere I want and you won’t object.” I looked at him stunned. “Now, you sassy w***e, get yourself out of the tub and warm a towel for me or I’ll lay my belt on you in seconds.”
Dazed and bewildered I stumbled from the tub and followed his orders. Then exiting the wash room, I made my way naked to my room where I quickly donned another dress and tried to escape downstairs. The desperado caught me before I could get even halfway, and in silence he pulled me up the stairs. And there I was, in spite of myself, naked in my bed with him once again. This time it felt as though he was making
