Conquering Sabrina (15 page)

As if to confirm her growing resolve to comply to his wishes and to her own, she sealed his right to dominance in their marriage by taking him obediently into her mouth. He groaned and laughed with pleasure, knowing she had at last yielded and surrendered to his command. As he ran his hands through her hair to tug and pull her, she felt him thrust deep into her mouth until she almost gagged. He wasted no time in coming, making sure she drank every last drop of his seed to bind their agreement.

Sabrina wiped her mouth and gazed up at her husband with love, pleased with herself. Raoul had rode her mouth with a deep consuming passion to feed her his seed. His hands had pulled and tugged painfully through her hair, forcing her down to him as he came. She’d drank greedily, eager to feel his power coursing through her body, satisfying her need for his dominance in the most primitive way. But she was to find he was not yet finished with her.

Raoul pulled Sabrina to her feet and lifted her into his arms. Capturing a kiss, he tossed her onto the bed and back to Louisa, who had lustfully viewed the proceedings. She no longer wore the dildo. He crawled onto the bed and lifted Sabrina to sitting, dragging her bottom along the silk sheets to sit on top of him as he knelt. Sabrina’s body jolted as she felt him begin to harden again. He rubbed his cock against her pussy, coaxing her wetness as he kissed her fervently.

“I need to be in you as far as I can go,” he demanded.

He gave one sharp thrust upwards inside her, forcing a cry. Sabrina felt Louisa’s firm cool hands cup her buttocks and lift her even higher onto Raoul so he could sink deep within her. She never been filled so deeply, so firmly. His cock dominated her whole body, forcing her pussy’s pleasurable submission. Louisa lifted and pressed Sabrina’s body against Raoul as she was made to ride him. Her fingers splayed and dug, lifting, pushing. At Raoul’s command, the dutiful maid slipped two fingers into the crease of Sabrina’s bottom and entered her anus, thrusting and teasing. The sensation was unnerving at first, even causing a small amount of discomfort, but when Louisa’s fingers pulled out, she felt loss.

Sabrina felt Louisa’s hard nipples scrape her back, yet Raoul made no attempt to engage the woman in any sensual act. She was there to facilitate Sabrina’s submission and pleasure. The feel of the woman’s breasts was erotic and built her arousal pooling and aching in her sex. Equally, she felt dominated by the woman and the penetration of her anus. The fact that Louisa carried out her actions at the stern command of Raoul fired her wantonness.

Sabrina panted, groaned, and cried with delight at being so consumed by desire. Just as before, she made sure she voiced her pleasure loudly, just the way the man she called husband and master loved her to. He forced her to arch her back and sucked at a nipple, biting and nipping, making her cry a little from the pain.

“I want you to come now, Sabrina, now. Or so help me I will spank you sore, woman,” he growled with raw domineering masculinity.

The very idea of being ordered to come sent her orgasm spiralling. Raoul’s cock rubbed relentlessly at her G-spot, making her scream, her release both enthralled and afraid it may consume her body and soul. She had never felt so out of control or so soundly taken by a man. Sabrina didn’t want the feeling to end.

* * *

Sabrina stretched her arm across the bed and discovered she was alone. She sat up searching for Raoul, her eyes blinking in the dim light. He had dismissed Louisa and cradled her in his arms all night. She’d felt cherished and deeply loved. He’d probably gone out riding. She felt empty inside without him, having hoped to wake with him by her side. She threw off the covers and slipped on the dress, giggling, and scooped up her shoes as she padded across the wooden floor. A nice warm shower was in order and she decided to return to their own room for one in the hope of catching him when he came in from his ride.

Last night had been exhilarating. She felt so close to Raoul now. She may not remember everything, but there was enough to feel that a strong bond and deep connection did exist between them. She would never understand why her mind would cause her to forget her husband and the man she loved. That was, until she opened the door to her bedroom.

Cressida sat up from Raoul’s bed as if on cue and suitably horrified. She was naked, her body half-exposed under rumpled sheets. She tossed her chestnut curls over her shoulder and looked defiantly at Sabrina standing in the doorway. Sabrina felt her mouth go dry. She glanced at the door of the bathroom that was slightly ajar. The shower was running.

“He left your bed for mine, just like he used to. You just don’t seem to be able to satiate a man like Raoul.”

Sabrina moved towards the bathroom and checked the shower. She gave a smile of satisfaction. Raoul was nowhere to be seen; the shower was running empty. She turned it off and marched back to Cressida, quietly triumphant.

“Grow up, Cressida, and get out of my bed before I drag you out,” Sabrina snapped, walking over to tug the sheets from the bed. “Raoul does not love you. You are just a pest in our lives. Leave now before I have you run out of this house into the snow.”

Cressida pouted, realising the game was up. She stood up, totally unabashed by her nakedness, giving Sabrina’s body a pitiful stare. Sabrina bit her lip and tossed Cressida her robe, repeating her command for the woman to leave the room.

Sabrina took a shower. She let the warm water of the shower cascade down her body, drowning out the voice in her head that told her she had to do something urgent about the situation with Luc. She closed her eyes, her mind recounting a million memories of her life in the chateau with Raoul, how they met, his arguments with Luc, Alain always staring, always making her uneasy. And her friendship with Tamsin.

Her memory was coming back thick and fast after only a few days, forcing her to confront the demons she’d run from all those years ago. She pressed her hands against the wall and let out a cry as the night of her attack played inside her head like a bad movie. She could see Luc, his grip on her face and arm so tight. She had a feeling there was someone else in the room. This time the memory was longer. Luc was swearing at her in French, threatening her that if she told Raoul anything he would kill her.

She’d believed him after the rumours Tamsin had told her about him. Then Luc was turning, talking to the other person in the room. There was only a small lamp on and she could not see the man’s face. Luc raised his hand and slapped her hard, knocking her to the floor, and stepped back. Sabrina gasped, feeling the fear and tension increase in her body as the memory stopped, then started again. She couldn’t see the man’s face, only his arm as he yanked her up sharply. She could hear herself cry and plead with the man, but his hand reached out to tear the necklace from her throat, its rubies dancing all over the wooden floor around her feet as he knocked her to the ground. She shut her eyes and cried out. The memory shut down quickly. When she opened her eyes, her hands were pressed taut against the wall, her body was cold and shivering despite the warmth of the shower.

An eerie feeling swept over her body. There was so much steam in the room, and she could not see much outside the shower cubicle, but her senses told her there was someone there watching her shower and possibly had been for a while. She saw the figure of a man move closer.

“Who’s there? Raoul, is that you?”

She heard the panic in her voice. The intruder moved away from the shower and made for the door, knocking over a metal rack filled with towels. Sabrina ran out of the shower, grabbing a towel to wrap around her body and out of the door only to run slap bang into Raoul carrying a tray of breakfast with a rose in a vase to complement the breakfast he had made for her himself.

“Sabrina, what’s the matter? Why are you are shaking?” he demanded, putting the tray down.

He held her damp arms, smoothing his fingers up and down them to soothe her agitation. Sabrina paused. She was ready to tell Raoul everything, but something made her stop. She had to know everything before she could accuse anyone. She had to make sure; it was too risky to get wrong and too many people to hurt when she made a decision whether to reveal the truth or not.

“I just had another flashback. I got scared and ran out here to find you,” she lied.

She looked down at the towel rack lying across the floor. She put a hand to her head.

“I knocked the rack down as I ran. I’m sorry.”

Raoul held her close and kissed her forehead.

“Let’s get you dry; you need to eat something.”

He opened the towel and began to dry her body. It was a comforting more than sensual action, making her feel glad of his closeness. He stayed with her as she dressed, reluctant to leave her alone. His eyes watched her with guarded suspicion and concern, making her convinced that he did not believe her story.

* * *

A late lunch was served and was another guarded affair. Sabrina knew most of the guests now, although her memory was still distant and vague with the details of their lives and their connections to Raoul and herself. Cressida had managed to seat herself on the other side of Raoul and was directly competing with Sabrina for his attention. Raoul paid her little, if any at all. But it only had the effect of making her try harder. She constantly touched his arm, brushed his hand, and made comments about Raoul’s life without Sabrina and their various meetings and days out, the times they were alone and the attention he’d lavished on her.

The other guests shook their heads and Raoul became annoyed with the way she constantly interrupted his conversations with Sabrina. He laughed at the way she tried to make out that he had been infatuated with her, reminding her quite clearly that their meetings had been on business terms only and the days out spent with clients and other partners engaged on the project they had been working on. But it was all enough to make Sabrina wonder if she hadn’t been right in the first place.

She remembered heated conversations with Cressida over Raoul before she disappeared and her stunt that very morning that Raoul swore he knew nothing about. She narrowed her eyes at Raoul. He grinned and picked up her hand and lavished it with a gentle kiss. He leaned in close and kissed her cheek. He whispered in her ear.

“As soon as lunch is over, I am going to speak to her and make her leave. Don’t believe anything she says. I am not the only one who knows she is lying here. Ask anyone here.”

Sabrina looked up at Cressida, who was giving her best vamp scowl. Sabrina smiled sweetly with sarcasm, making Tamsin dig her side with triumph. Sabrina glanced around the table, feeling eyes rest on her. They belonged to Alain. She wondered if it had been him in her room before and maybe he was the other person in the study who had raped her. She shuddered as the thought crossed her mind. She wished she could remember the last piece of the jigsaw puzzle to end the mystery of her past life. She caught his eyes and felt her body tremble as his eyes bored into her, making her feel violated. She quickly looked away, only to find Maxim Tissier watching her intently. She decided the best place for her eyes to look were down at her plate and began to eat again, although she barely could force it down. The feeling that her attacker might be in the same house, or even around the table, made her feel sick with fear and dread.

Coffee was served in the lounge. Raoul hovered close, not leaving her side once, causing her to feel suspicious. Her head felt stuffy and the sick feeling was unbearable. Her head seemed to spin with questions and theories, scrutinising all those around her as they tried to make conversation. Alain and Luc were both watching her along with Cressida and Maxim. She felt like an exhibit in a freak show and all she wanted to do was to get out of the room, even the house, just so she could breathe.

Cressida would not leave Raoul’s side and was openly making a play for his attention. Sabrina couldn’t stand it anymore and made an excuse about going to the bathroom to freshen up. She glared at Raoul, who appeared to be finding Cressida’s antics amusing. The more he ignored her, the more attention she gave him. It gave Sabrina the wrong impression of his sincerity. She breathed a sigh of relief as she closed the door behind her. What she needed was some air. A tingle of excitement ignited her memory. She’d missed riding so much. She would be rusty, but it was worth a try to see how much of it she remembered.

Sabrina ran upstairs, feeling a new energy with the return of her memory. She knew exactly where to look for her riding jacket and coat. They were still neatly hanging in the space she’d left them, her riding hat on the shelf. She quickly changed and sneaked back down the stairs, making sure she was not seen. She stole away to the stables, winding her way around the side of the chateau. She heard voices from a nearby window and realised she was outside Raoul’s study. She stood to the side, her footsteps quiet in the soft snow. One of the voices was female. It belonged to Cressida. Sabrina tensed, but she could only make out snatches of the argument. What she did hear confirmed her doubts. They were talking about their relationship. Cressida reached up and rested her hands against Raoul’s back, which was turned to her as he poured a drink from the cabinet. She leant her head against him, savouring his warmth.

Sabrina closed her eyes as though she’d experienced a sharp stab of pain. She felt jealousy soar within her, but she could not walk away. She wanted to know how Raoul would deal with the situation.

Raoul swung round sharply, nearly knocking Cressida off balance.

“Don’t touch me. How many times do I have to tell you I am not interested, Cressida?” he bellowed.

He slammed his drink down. Cressida lowered her eyes, hurt. She was playing him again, giving him that innocent virgin girl routine.

“You used to be.”

“That was before Sabrina and when I realised what you were all about.”

She pouted her cherry lips. Once upon a time he would have found the action irresistible. But now all he could think about was Sabrina and the way she pouted and lowered her eyes when she wanted something from him. The way she curled her arms around his neck and stroked a finger over his lips as she asked please in her most seductive voice, rendering him at her mercy.