His Prejudice 4

He held the tempered steel to her throat. "You'd do best to remember where you are." "Yes...sir," she lowered her eyes and slipped down in to the water, closing her eyelids as the luxurious warmth encased her silken skin. Did he detect a hint of censure in her voice? It was hard to tell, but all the same, an unmistakable air of disapproval crackled in the air. "You mock me," he said, sheathing his blade, his quiet stance belying the violence singing through his veins. "No," she denied, lifting her breast above the water. "I think it is this that mocks you." The bruises where his teeth had nearly punctured her skin turned his stomach. But if she wanted an apology, she had the end of eternity coming her way. Stiffly he turned away from her, marching from the room without another word. *** Keep your friends close, your enemies even closer... The old adage was worthy of note, harder to administer. She was chained to his bed, naked, asleep, and the soft rub of her bottom across his groin wa