Liz choked on the scream that she had been about to release, not wanting to give him the satisfaction that he craved.
“I want you to call my name and scream when I’m inside you,” he hissed into her ear.
Liz just bit her tongue and tried to stop the tears from spilling over, knowing he would only take her harder if he saw them. Her grip on the sheets tightened as he increased his speed, thrusting harder into her. He was almost finished, she knew, because he always gave all his strength when he was nearing the end.
With one final thrust he catapulted himself over the edge, and collapsed on top of her, crushing her into the mattress. She took his weight gratefully, turning her head so as not to smell the stench of his breath.
Liz waited out the few minutes that it took him to regain his strength enough to pull out and roll off of her. She rolled onto her side away from him and curled her legs up, once again ashamed of what she had become, she had had promise, a great future, and it had all been torn away in a single night.
She shifted so she could pull her nightgown down around her feet and slowly started to get off the bed. Her feet hit the cold floor, and she tiptoed to the door, opening and closing it silently. She hurriedly walked down the hall to her door at the end of the hall.
She closed the door and sat on the edge of her bed, and let the unshed tears flow freely. She turned her head, and, through her tears, looked down on the sleeping form on the other side of the bed.
Her husband had sprawled himself out, covering the bed with his limbs. She wiped the tears from her cheeks and slipped herself under his arm and snuggled close to him. She hoped he hadn’t woken during her absence. Then all she had done would have been in vain.
She was the Duchess of Lendorshire, and she would not allow herself to be found out.
