Chapter Forty-Six

“When we are in bed together, I think of other men.”

The confession rocked him. Sigurd stared down into those knowing hazel eyes, his lips hardening even as the burgeoning life in his manhood dwindled.

“Who?” he demanded. He pounded the goose down pillow. “When?” Another punch. “Why?”

“Release me, and I’ll tell all.”

“How could you, Dee?”

“Another question.” She tutted, sitting up and hugging her knees. There had been nothing to untie, only his body was caging her in on this occasion. At least, it had been.

“Tell me,” he urged, seizing her cheeks in a grip which hurt.

“Aren’t you going to punish me?” she managed, though her voice sounded strained.

“I ought to,” he growled, releasing her in a way which indicated he wouldn't.

She goaded him. “The Emir was an exceptional lover.” Sigurd reeled back before slapping her face, a ringing blow which hurt. “Not there,” she hissed, scrambling off the unfamiliar bed and bending over, her hands clutching her ankles.

“Why tell me this now?” he dema