Chapter 13

Anna felt a chill down her spine as she listened to the unyielding tone in his voice. It appeared like something had gone wrong. She moved into a sitting position without thinking about it at all.  His reply, which he delivered in a silky voice, was like a bucket of icy water dumped over Anna's hot senses. He reached out and stroked a few tendrils of hair off her brow before continuing. "And, beautiful and wanton as you are," he said. "I have no intention of making love to you in this shrine to your dead husband." "Anna, the next time we make love, it will be at a location and at a time that I choose," he said.

She couldn't bring herself to accept the reality that her thoughts were painting for her, so she just kept staring at his expressionless face. She was able to see the glint of cynical victory in his chocolate brown eyes and the dark yearning in his enlarged pupils, and as a result, she turned her head away from him. He had purposefully made love to h