“But I do not hate you, my lord.”
“But you will not accept me, either.”
Leonie lowered her eyes and said softly, “I could accept you, my lord, if it wereonlyyou. But you ask more of me than that I accept only you.”
“Is that supposed to make sense to me, woman?” His voice rose in frustration.
Leonie did not look up. Rolfe stared hard at her for several moments more, then turned and stalked out of the room. Seeing Thorpe waiting for him downstairs reminded him of what had set him off, and his frustration over his wife’s cryptic remark turned once again to burning anger. He had to put an end to these secrets and confusions and upsets, and he believed he could end the turmoil by going back to its beginning.
Chapter 40
JUDITH rolled her head back, giggling as Richer’s thick beard began to tickle her breasts. He had come upon her in the storeroom and proceeded to play his little games with her, refusing to take no for an answer. Backing her into the meal sacks, he thrust his body against her, stilling with his lips her protests over the hour and place.
How forceful he was, this cruel man. And he was cruel. She could see in his eyes, when he touched her with a gentle hand, that he desired to hurt her instead, as he did his other women. But he did not dare use rough ways with her. They both knew he did not dare, but knowing what he was capable of made him all the more exciting to her.
When he began to lift her skirts, Judith gave another token protest. It was what he liked, her resistance. It always fired his blood. When they met at agreed-upon places, she was usually too ready for him, too eager. He liked to catch her unaware, to take her in unlikely places where he knew she would fear discovery and try to put him off.
“Can you not wait until this evening, Richer, and come to my room as we planned?”
He grunted. “I do not like taking you with your husband snoring drunkenly beside us.”
“But that is what is so exciting, love,” Judith purred. “If he wakes, he thinks he is having another delusion.”
He glowered at her, but she knew it rather suited Richer’s dark sense of humor to cuckold his lord right in front of him. It suited her, as well, for she hated William more every day. It was thrilling to have another man mount her while her besotted husband slept beside them.
“I will have you now, and then again later.” Richer grinned darkly, pressing the lower half of his body firmly into hers.
His flames of desire were well met by hers, as he knew they would be. Her thighs parted to accommodate him, even as she sighed and said dramatically, “You will do as you will, Richer. You always do.”
He laughed, but his laughter was cut short by a whining servant’s voice outside the door. “My lady?”
“What?” Judith shrieked.
“My lady,” quavered the voice. “Your son-in-law is here. Rolfe d’Ambert awaits your pleasure.”
To Richer she said curtly, “Let me up, love. You must wait for this evening after all. Faugh! What the devil does he want?”
Judith made haste to straighten her bodice and her hair. She shouted to the servant that she would greet their guest momentarily.
“I will make myself scarce,” Richer said, “in case he has brought his lady with him.”
Judith glanced over at him, startled. She had never heard uneasiness in Richer’s voice before.
She frowned, a touch nervous herself. “Yes, that would be best. If the lord of Kempston has gained any fondness at all for my stepdaughter, it would not do to remind her of you. She might talk to her husbandabout you, and there is no telling what would come of that.”
In the great hall of Montwyn, Rolfe d’Ambert stood waiting with two of his knights. This was not a simple courtesy visit, and Judith became frightened immediately upon seeing Rolfe’s menacing countenance. There was not a cordial line in his face, not even a feigned smile of greeting as she approached. At least Leonie was not with Rolfe, she noted, hoping her absence would make him a bit less confident than he seemed.
Judith graciously nodded to him. “Lord Rolfe—”
“Your husband, madame. How long will he keep me waiting here?”
“Waiting? William is indisposed, Sir Rolfe. The servants know they must not disturb him.”
“Then I suggest you disturb him, madame.”
She gave him her most beguiling smile. “Surely you would not mind spending time with me instead? I will tell William later that you were here.”
“I think not,” Rolfe said. “It is your husband I wish to have words with, not you. Will you rouse him, my lady, or shall I?”
