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be in her disreputable finery, her rage built up and up. She was
aware of a tension and soreness between her legs. Her virginity,
something that was meant to be given to the man who would be her
mate forever, had been bought, sold and gambled away, and the grief
of it was that the man who had taken it thought she was a liar. The
thought simmered and festered.
    When Jake came back through the door at dusk,
he was met with silence. If he was discomforted by it, he gave no
sign. She served him his dinner as silent as a servant, but when
the time came to put away the dishes, she couldn't restrain herself
any longer.
    “I was a virgin,” she cried, slamming the
plates into the wash basin. It was a miracle that the plates didn't
break. In the silence of the prairie, it seemed that the echo of
her violent motion was very loud. “I was, damn you...” Marigold
supposed that a sweet girl would be on the verge of tears, but all
she could do was get angrier and angrier. Her face was flushed and
even she could hear a defensiveness in her tone that made her sound
like the liar he thought she was.
    “You seemed to be just fine today,” Jake said
acidly, leaning back in his chair.
    Insolently, his gaze raked her from head to
toe, taking in the corset that pushed up her breasts to the bare
shape of her hips and her thighs under the slowly shredding
silk.
    “I thought virgins bled,” he taunted her. “I
thought they begged and pleaded...”
    Something inside Marigold snapped like a dry
twig. With an angry shout, she flew at him. She knew that she
couldn't hurt him, not really, but she needed to flail at him, to
scratch at him, to batter her fists at his chest.
    For a moment, he allowed it, but then he
simply wrapped one large hand around her slender wrists and pulled
her up short.
    “Some restraint you've got,” he said
mockingly. “I've known whores who behaved more sweetly.”
    “Do you know many?” she spat. “Is that all
you know? Is that why you don't know when you've had an honest
woman?”
    He laughed, and, to her shock, he started to
drag her to his bedroom.
    “I think you want more of what you got at the
watering hole,” he told her. “I just think you don't know how to
ask.”
    She had been thinking about what he had done
all day. All it took was the barest ache from between her legs or
the scent of the prairie coming through the house on a sweet breeze
to make her think about it all over again. Her embarrassment was
revealed in the red flush of her cheeks.
    He laughed out loud. “I can tell that it is.
I think what the little hellcat needs is a lesson in restraint.” He
tossed her onto his bed.
    It was a wide four poster, a piece of
furniture that was at odds with his Spartan lodgings otherwise.
That was all that she caught before he threw her on her stomach
onto the yielding mattress. She struggled to get up, but, before
she could, he was on top of her, pressing her down and making sure
that she felt the length of his hard body against her back. She
could already feel the bulge of his cock as he nudged it gently
against her buttocks.
    “Against all wisdom, I like you,” he muttered
in her ear. “You've got spirit and God above knows you've got
beauty. You're one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen, and
I've been all over this country.”
    Almost against her will, she felt herself
warming to his praise. She had heard whistles and lewd comments
about her body since she was a girl, but the sincerity in his voice
struck her deep in her heart. Some part of her had always wanted to
hear those words whispered in just this way.
    “But I will not tolerate liars,” Jake
hissed. “Liars have been the bane of my life since I was a child,
and beautiful women, I have found, are among the worst.”
    That only sparked her anger again. Futilely,
she bucked up against him, groaning through gritted teeth. She
never even budged him, however.
    He laughed at her struggles. “If I didn't
manage to teach you anything