She tried to allow herself only one biting remark an hour, and she had already overstepped her allowance.
Anne StuartShe froze. He reached up and took her hand in his, pulling the knife away, making her drop it on the floor. "Show me how much you hate me," he whispered against her mouth. "Prove it to me.
Anne Stuart....He barely hesitated. "Then shall I ruin you, dragon?" "Yes please," she said. And she let the brown dress drop on the floor between them, closing her eyes once more.
Anne StuartThe best thing to do if you start thinking such things (falling in love) is to lie down and wait for it to pass. It always does.
Anne StuartWhat happened to you? Did you finally annoy someone enough to have them beat the shit out of you?
Anne StuartShe had the underwear of a thirteen-year-old, as well, he thought. He glanced back at her. But the shoes of a courtesan.
Anne StuartDo I make you nervous, Madame Lambert?”
“No. I just prefer to keep my distance.”
“Evil isn’t contagious.”
“I thought you said you weren’t the most evil man in the world?”
“I’m not. But that doesn’t mean I’m a good man.”
“I don’t think anyone would argue with that.
Just show me where you want him. You can take the first shower, princess.”
“How very thoughtful of you. But I imagine Samuel and his wife
have more than one shower in this lovely house.”
“I’ll be in a back bedroom, out of sight. Don’t be squeamish.
Madame Lambert. I promise your virtue is safe with me.”
“I’m relieved to hear it.
You'll marry me, my dragon, and you'll bear my children, and you'll drive me mad and live in that ramshackle old house with me and I'll even put up with the occasional visit from your sister if
I must. But you'll marry me. Not because you have to. But because I won't let you go."
"Why?" she demanded.
And he answered the only way he could, in French. "Je't'aime," he said. "I love you."
"Je't'aime aussi," she said. "And I will make your life a living hell," she added in the same language.
He smiled down at her. "I'm counting on it.
Oh, God," she whispered, sliding her arms around his neck. "Nicholas…"
He pushed her away from him. "I find I'm not in the mood,I'm not very good company right now. I kept away for as long as I could, but the amusements of Venice are not to my taste. I'll relieve you of my presence…"
She caught his wrist, halting him. "Nicholas,I love you."
"Don't," he snapped at her, but he didn't break free. "Don't you understand? Haven't I proved it, time and time again? I'm a monster, not worthy of love, not worthy of anything at all…"
"I love you," she said again, catching his other hand, pulling his arms around her, pulling his tall, tension-racked body tight against hers. "I love you.
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