The King's Captive Virgin

She trembled, outraged by his physical and emotional invasion of her life and his ensuing obvious judgement. ‘Perhaps I like my privacy and choose not to broadcast the details of my life to everyone.’

‘Aren’t you lucky to even have that choice?’

As if she were about to start feeling sorry for him! Her life had been reduced to a few sparse paragraphs, making it sound dull and unexciting, when in reality it had been rich and rewarding and heartbreaking.

‘And what do you think you’ve learned from that collection of facts?’

‘I already know you’re not as perfect as that piece of paper makes you appear,’ he said softly. ‘I know you’re not honest. I know you’re deceptive, And I know you use your looks to—’

‘To what? Seduce men into doing what I want?’ She laughed, bitterly hurt by his unfounded accusations and assumptions.

She’d never used her looks—quite the opposite. She’d fought to be taken seriously—not to be tainted by preconceived opinions based on the shape of her body and the actions of her mother. And he was the worst of all—accusing her of hurting Eleni in some way.

But it was the blistering betrayal of her own body right now that appalled her. Scornful tears stung her eyes. ‘Newsflash, Your Highness—here’s some truth for you,’ she snapped. ‘I don’t like to be touched.’

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