#Chapter 86: A Man In Love Wouldn’t Say These Things

“You enjoy when he fucks you,” Samuel says with a sneer. “You pretend that you don’t, but you do. The way you danced with him, the way you looked at him… You claim you don’t care for it. You say you fight him but he takes anyway. Well, I think you want it. I bet you fucking beg for his dick.” Again I look at Gwen. She’s in the harem too. She knows what it’s like. But she just crosses her arms and looks down on me with amusement quirking her lips and raising her brows. “Oh, no. Are you going to cry?” Leah asks with false sympathy. It immediately shifts to hate. “I know you’ve been lusting after my husband since your disgrace, Harper… No, what do they call you here?” “Harlot,” Gwen provides. “Harlot,” Leah repeats. “It must hurt you to know how Samuel truly feels about you. How little you matter to him. How disgusted that the mere sight of you leaves him.” “I see those marks on you and I want to be sick,” Samuel says. I lift a hand, trying to cover a few of them, but there ar