Amorous Redemption by Faye Hall
“I won’t go back, Duncan…not to my family, nor to Gordon. I will not go back to be the wife of some monster to be beaten and raped and treated little better than the scum on the bottom of his boot!”
“But I don’t understand,” he asked, his brow furrowed in confusion. “If you were my fiancée-”
“But I am not your fiancée!” Phoebe yelled back at him. “I am nothing more than your redemption!”
“My redemption?” he asked.
Watching as his face filled with clear annoyance at her choice of words, she began to wonder if she should have made that last remark about their relationship over the last few days.
“My redemption?” he asked again. “You think I’ve been sleeping with you for money?”
Feeling suddenly nervous at the stony cold tone in Duncan’s voice, Phoebe fidgeted with her fingers uncertainly.
“Why else would a man like you be so eager to crawl between my thighs?” she asked, her words far harsher than she had intended.
“Your family paid me to return you, sweetheart!” he exclaimed in an angry tone unlike any she had heard before. “They never paid me to sleep with you!”
Phoebe struggled to hold back her tears. “My family would have paid you to do whatever you had to in order to get me to go back with you, Duncan…including seduce me.”
She wiped a tear away from her cheek in pure frustration that she should show such weakness in front of this man.
“You are no different to my fiancé,” she spat angrily. “I am nothing more to you than an exchange of goods for money.”
She couldn’t understand why but he appeared pained upon hearing her words.
“Exchange of goods?” he asked, his words laced with more hurt then irritation now. “You really think I was paid to seduce you? You actually think I was paid to sleep with you…to take your purity?”
She nodded silently, not trusting herself to speak.
Walking up to her, he stopped just inches from her, all harshness gone from his features.
“It was you who walked past me at the waterhole that day as naked as the day you were born. When I went to you, you didn’t push me away, nor did you tell me to stop. You welcomed me with open arms, Phoebe.”
She let out a steadying sigh, knowing what he said to be true.
“I had little choice. I was scared of what you might to do me should I refuse you.”
Reaching his hand behind her head, his fingers laced in her hair. Pulling her to him, his lips embraced hers hard and painfully. Releasing her from his hold, Duncan took a single step back away from her.
“Your family was paying me extra to ensure I didn’t sleep with you, Phoebe.” he spat the words at her.
With that he turned away from her and walked back to the horse, swinging himself up into the saddle.