The Devil's Good Intentions (36 page)

He clasped his hands to her flailing arms and captured her wrists. She cried out again in frustration but he ignored her cries. Pulling her to him, he held her tightly – waiting for her to realize her struggles were futile.

“
Tell me what happened!” He demanded again.

“
I’m sure Peter told you already so just leave it at that and leave me be!”

“
Leave you be!” He roared.

All he could think of was her clinging to Peter but rejecting him – her husband – and he started to see red.

“
I will never leave you be, Kat. You are my wife - mine!” He roared.

Her robe had come undone and her shift had ridden up to her waste. He wanted to mark her as his again. How dare she reject him!

“
Tell me what has brought this on so we can deal with it and move on with our lives. Stop acting like a child Katherine.”

“
How dare you!” She cried out at his accusation.

She fought like a wild cat to free herself and he had had enough.

His groin had already stirred with the possessive need to mark her and her struggles were feeding his fire.

With a mighty roar he threw her on her back and leapt on her.

“
NO!” She cried out while pounding his shoulders.

She had never rejected him in bed, not even in the beginning. His blood ran hot and his mind spun. Why would she so violently reject him?

He snatched her wrists into one of his hands and dragged them over her head. With his other hand, he freed his pulsating shaft and kicked off his pants. All the while his wife cried and struggled beneath him.

“
Don’t do this” she pleaded with him, but he had already found her hot sheath and needed to be buried in it. He was only claiming what was rightfully his.

With a mighty thrust he impaled her to the hilt, causing both of them to cry out. Still she writhed beneath him, only stirring him to thrust harder and faster.

Soon her cries of dismay turned into cries of passion. He roared his triumph when he released her wrists and they automatically clung to his back to pull him closer.

They were both speechless as they drove themselves into each other.

When he felt her shudder, he himself found his own release and then collapsed on top of her.

~

Katherine couldn’t move. No matter how hard she had tried to reject his touch, she couldn’t deny her need for it or her love for him. Her heart was torn in two. She had resolved herself to play as a passive wife and not let on that something was wrong, but the moment she woke and felt his arms around her, she had a vision of him holding Allison the same way and knew she couldn’t stand for him to touch her. Then she wondered if he had met up with Allison when she returned to town which only tore at her more. She couldn’t understand how other wives could blindly turn their cheeks to their husband’s mistresses, she could not.

“
Now Wife, do you care to tell me why you attempted to reject me?” She heard his low growl whisper in her ear as he continued to keep her pinned down with his body - his staff still firmly sheathed within her.

She shivered at his menacing tone and knew that she had hurt him. She had seen that she was hurting him before he threw her down and was glad for it. Why should she be the only one that was hurt? But even now it was obvious to him that he could still stir a passion in her that was equal to his own. But was it passion on his part or merely a male’s lust?

“
How dare you use me in such a manner! I am your wife, not your whore!” She bit out with resentment.

He lifted his head and glared into her face. Searching for what, she could not say.

“
Indeed, if you were my whore I would surely be more welcomed into your bed” He replied venomously.

That stung.

She gasped and again tried to buck him off and free herself, but he would not give. She could feel him growing hard within her again and cried out her frustration as she struggled beneath him.

“
At least then I would have my own space and would rest easy in my own townhouse, without having to see your treacherous face all the time!” She spat out and then gasped at her folly. Even he froze.

“
What did you just say?” He asked cautiously as they stared at each other.

She silently cursed herself for her stupidity and then scrambled for something to say.

She licked her lips nervously, drawing his eyes to her mouth.

“
I-I spoke in anger…I didn’t mean…” She trailed off as his lips drew up thin and his face grew harsher.

“
No…go on” he prodded her with sarcasm.

She opened her mouth to retract her statement but nothing came out.

“
Are you so sure I would even bother to place you in a townhouse, do you deem yourself worthy of even that when it comes to my appetite?” He said with malicious intent to hurt her.

She gasped and then started to struggle again.

He in turn started to thrust himself in and out of her in mock slowness.

“
Obviously not as worthy as she is” She ground out between her teeth but then held her breath realizing that she had spoken her thought.

Salvador paused mid-stroke and stared into her eyes.

“
Pardon?” He asked with genuine confusion.

“
N-Nothing” She stumbled out.

She started to close her eyes to block him out; her eyes flew open when she felt him grasp her face in both of his hands.

“
Who is she?” He demanded.

“
I don’t know what I was saying…it wasn’t meant to be spoken aloud!” She tried to defuse the situation.

Tears were streaming down her face as she envisioned Salvador buried between Allison’s thighs just like he was buried between hers now. Had he done this act with Allison earlier this day? Would he at least have the decency to bathe himself before coming to her?

She cried out her agony and fresh hot tears filled her eyes.

“
Get off me!” She cried out in agony.

When she looked up to him she saw that he understood now. She regretted that she was so weak – weaker than other wives – but was also relieved for now she could vent her anger on him properly.

“
Katherine…” He started warily.

“
Don’t you Katherine me! Go to your whore if you want kindness, she has greatly assured me that she would keep you well pleased!” She spat out angrily.

Within a blink of an eye, Salvador had pulled out of her and had flung himself off the bed.

“
That’s right Salvador - you no longer need to pretend your lust with me. I am nothing but your wife. Go to where you really want to be and give me my space!” She cried out with more hurt and rejection in her tone than the anger she intended.

Salvador was pacing the floor at the foot of their bed and stopped suddenly to hear her words.

With an agonized sob she screamed at him to go and then curled into a ball in the middle of the bed and cried into her pillow.

“
She came to you?!” He cried out incredulously. “That bitch actually approached you!” He roared out.

“
What does it matter now?” Katherine whispered into her pillow.

“
It matters because I haven’t lain with her since before I left to retrieve you as my wife! I have told her that I will no longer have anything to do with her! I told her that before I left!” He cried out in defence.

Katherine sat up to glare at him through tear filled eyes.

He looked furious and at the same time confused.

“
I swear to you Katherine, Allison means nothing to me - she never has!” He was suddenly pulling his pants back on and tearing apart their room for god knows what.

Katherine felt a spark of hope and then remembered the pain that hope and love can cause and tried to squash it. She couldn’t say anything, she could only sit there and stare at him as he tore through their room. Finally he ripped open a drawer and pulled out his dagger and slammed the drawer shut again.

“
Salvador!” She cried out as she leapt off the bed.

He stopped suddenly and whirled around just in time to catch Katherine as she slammed into him to attempt to tear the dagger out of his hand.

“
What are you doing?” She cried out.

“
I’m going to kill her.” He said in a deceptively calm voice.

“
No!” She cried.

He gently braced her shoulders and pushed her away from him and then started for the door.

She followed him, screaming her horror.

He gripped the handle and growled as Katherine slammed into his back and tried to pull him back into the room.

“
Katherine, get yourself clothed.” He grunted his order at her.

“
Please Salvador! You can’t do this!” She cried out.

He turned abruptly.

“
I almost lost you because of that bitch. I can and will do this. Now get dressed!” He roared out.

Katherine took a step back in fright, giving him the chance to slip out the door.

She went to follow but then realized that she was completely naked.

She looked to the bed and saw her shredded shift lying on top of it; she couldn’t even remember him doing that. If she only wore a robe to go after him he would be even more furious.

Katherine quickly threw on a new shift and pulled a dress over her head.

The buttons in the back were not done up but she didn’t care.

She flew out of their chamber and down the hall to the stairs. She saw Salvador at the bottom of the stairs receiving his jacket from the footman.

“
Stop him!” She cried out as she ran downstairs.

“
Get back into your room Kat and wait for me.” He ordered without looking at her.

“
No! Oh God…” She cried out.

She saw Peter and ran to him.

“
Peter! You have to stop him! He’s going to kill her!” She pleaded with him while clinging to his arm.

“
Kill whom?” He enquired as he threw a worried glance towards Salvador.

“
This is not your concern Peter, take Katherine back up to my chamber – or better yet bring her to the library. Sarah, bring Katherine some tea and some refreshments and for God’s sake do up her dress!” He bellowed out.

“
Stop him!” She cried out “Peter please!”

Peter shoved her into the library, closed the door firmly on her and turned the lock. He grabbed a passing servant and hulled him in front of the door.

“
Do not let her out of here.” He ordered the man as he ran after Salvador.

Katherine heard a slam of the door and then a moment later the door slammed again, then there was silence.

Katherine banged on the door and pleaded for them to let her out but they refused to defy Peter. Even though Peter was not Lord over the manor and she was the Salvador’s wife, they still feared him greatly and knew that Peter’s wish was Salvador’s wish.

Eventually Sarah entered the room and laid down the tea and crumpets. She quietly made her way to Katherine and buttoned up her dress as Katherine numbly stood idle and allowed her to do so. She couldn’t even think about eating right now. Starting towards the door, the male servant who had been sent to guard her stood in her way and refused her passage. Sarah slid past him and then once again she was locked in the room.

How could she have been so weak? And could she truly believe that what he declared was true? Was Allison just a vengeful mistress who tried to hurt her? Salvador never gave her reason to doubt him before and he was so confident in his manner that he would never deny it. As a husband he could take on a mistress if he cared to, even though she could not. So why would he deny it? But still, why would Allison lie like that? What would it gain her other than his wrath?