Chapter Thirty-Seven

He would never understand how I felt and how I led my life as he had his mind set in the 1400s, in his overbearing, domineering ways, and it was impossible for me to set back time and go back to the damsel acting. It wasn’t me.

“What am I going to do with you?” I kissed him hard, almost devouring his lips. “I can’t be Alizandra, I just know how to be myself.” He smelled like the forest's morning dew, reminding me of my home in the Catskills. He was home, my body accepted, but my mind still fought against it.

“I will not tolerate your disobedience, Liz.” His voice was harsh in my ear. He nipped at my skin, just to soothe with kisses. His heart thundered against my chest, and his breathing was heavy and ragged, just like mine. “What happened today will never repeat, do you listen to me?”

“You can’t ask me that. I’m not her!”

“Yes, you are, she’s in there, I feel her in you.” Then I lost all my pride and self respect when his hand made its way into my pants, cupping and kneading my butt