The darkest heart by Brenda Joyce

Author:Brenda Joyce [Brenda Joyce]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Histoire
ISBN: 9780440613428
Published: 1998-12-01T08:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE

She had been imprisoned in the whorehouse for almost two full weeks. She spent her days in a restless, angry state, planning an escape or a murder—whichever opportunity arose first. When she wasn’t plotting, she found herself daydreaming of Jack. Sometimes Lorna came to visit. The second time she had come—after that first visit with Kincaid—Candice had smacked her when she had tried to touch her, and now Lorna kept a wary, hungry distance. Once she offered to help Candice escape if Candice would let her come to her bed. Candice had managed to laugh in her face at the absurd and disgusting proposition, but she was shaken.

Lorna hated her as much as she lusted after her, and it was another thing for Candice to have to worry about. She was afraid that her rejection of Lorna would make the other woman do something to hurt her in some scheming way. About the only bright side to her life was that Kincaid hadn’t passed her around—yet. It was his latest threat, to tie her up and let Lorna at her. It worked—and it didn’t work. It would temporarily make Candice submissive. But submission wasn’t in her nature. Soon she would be fighting him again, tooth and nail.

Once she had bitten him. He had beaten her soundly for that, leaving her body black and blue. It had been four days before Kincaid had forced himself on her after that, so in a way, the beating was worth it.

Kincaid enjoyed seeing her submissive. Sometimes the threat of Lorna—combined with a few hard slaps—brought Candice temporarily to her knees, obeying his whims. He forced her to do the things she hadn’t even done to Jack, taking him in her mouth until she choked on his seed. Even if she escaped first, one day she would return to kill him.

It was the dream that sustained her and kept her spirit alive.

And she still hadn’t gotten her monthly flow.

She could feel the life growing in her, and it strengthened her resolve, made her determined not just to survive, but somehow to extricate herself from the situation she was in. She had the baby to think of. It nourished her.

It was midafternoon when Kincaid entered her room. Candice stiffened every muscle and looked at him, hating him. He was unperturbed. “I’ve ordered you a bath.” He walked to the wardrobe and flung it open, riffling through the costumes within. “Tonight I want you downstairs. You’re going to entertain a friend of mine.”

“What?”

He threw something crimson and black on the bed, facing her. “Tonight I want you downstairs, dressed like a whore, acting like a whore—charming my friend until he can’t see straight.”

“Charming him? And what about later—when he wants to take me to bed?” She was horrified, thinking that her worst fears were going to come to pass—Kincaid was letting Lorna use her as a whore for the customers.

Kincaid grabbed her chin cruelly. “Perhaps, darling, if you showed a little enthusiasm in bed, I would be more inclined to keep you as my private stock.

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