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400 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published January 1, 1987
"Drink it," he said calmly, "or I'll pour it down your throat"
"I'd like to wring your neck," Jason said, half-seriously, but he grasped her arm as she asked.
"Jason stood in the gaping hole of the doorway, his face white with rage, his voice hissing between his teeth. "Don't you ever bare a door to me again as long as you live," he snarled. "And don't ever threaten me with divorce again! This house is my property, under the law, just as you are my property. Do you understand me?"
Victoria nodded jerkily, mentally recoiling from the blinding violence flashing in his eyes. He turned his heel and stalked out of the room, leaving her shaking with fear"
"This is what would happen!" he snapped suddenly, and his mouth crushed hers in a fierce, brutal kiss that was meant to punish and humiliate her. (...) Her struggle only seemed to make him angrier, and the kiss more painful. (...) Victoria saw something primitive and terrifying flare in his eyes as his hands tightened on her arms. She jerked back, a scream rising in her throat, but his lips covered hers, stifling her voice with a demanding insistence that stunned her into immobility."
"A harsh laugh escaped him. "I like you too damned much!" he whispered bitterly, then pulled her head down and captured her lips in a demanding, scalding kiss that took everything and gave nothing in return. Victoria struggled in appalled, frightened earnest, bracing her hands on either side of him and shoving hard, trying to free her mouth from his. Jason swiftly plunged his fingers into the thick hair at her nape and twisted hard. "Don't struggle!" he said through clenched teeth, "you're hurting me."
"You're hurting me, Victoria chocked, her lips less than an inch from his.
[they are fighting before] "Visions of blood and terrible pain roared through Victoria, adding their horror to the nausea the wine was causing. "I don't want to!" she cried piteously.
"We made a bargain, and as long as we're married, you'll keep it," he whispered as he pried her stiff thighs apart. Victoria whimpered as his rigid manhood probed boldly at her, but somewhere in the depths of her stricken mind, she knew he was right about the bargain and she stopped fighting him(*). "Relax," he warned bitterly in the darkness above her, "I may not be as considerate as your dear Andrew, but I don't want to hurt you."
His vicious mention of Andrew at a time like this cut her to the heart, and her anguish erupted in a scream of pain as Jason rammed into her. Her body writhed beneath his, and tears poured from her eyes in hot, humiliated streaks as her husband used her without kindness or caring."
"You're wrong," Captain Farrell said with gentle finality [that's after the rape]. "Jason has needed a woman like you since the day he was born. He needs you to heal wounds that are deep, to teach how to let himself love and be loved in return. If you knew more about him, you'd understand why I said it"
"Loving someone who doesn’t love you is hell! Don’t ever let anyone convince you that you can be happy with someone who doesn’t love you"
Whether he was riding a horse or dancing at a ball, Jason Fielding stood out among his fellow men like a magnificent jungle cat surrounded by harmless, domesticated kittens
… she caught sight of the dark, foreboding figure striding toward the table with the silent sureness of a dangerous savage, his buckskin breeches molding his muscular legs and thighs ….
THE GREATER A MAN’S SOUL, THE DEEPER HE LOVES
"Besides playing the piano, I can carry a tune, waltz without falling and embroider a fine stitch. In addition I can read French and execute a throne-room curtsy with great aplomb. It seems to me," she observed with an impertinent smile, "that in England it is quite desirable for a female to be utterly useless."
” … love is an emotion that is used to manipulate fools. I neither expect nor want your love, Victoria.”
In fact, she was beginning to wonder if England was filled with intriguing, ill-mannered, blunt people whose eccentricities were either encouraged or overlooked because of their titles and excessive wealth
Her mind told her to run, but her heart begged her not to be a coward
"He needs you to heal wounds that are deep, to teach him how to let himself love and be loved in return."