Devin lay in the huge feather bed. It was nicer than anything she had ever slept on. She wondered where Marcus was. She had been in here for hours. She decided she wouldn't resist him. His kisses had been gentle and felt good. It might not be so bad with him. She didn't exactly know what a man and woman did together. Jonathan had always made her stay in the stables when the whores had come, so she wasn't exactly sure what they did. Just then the door was thrown open. Marcus stood in the doorway glaring at her. He slammed the door. "Are you ready for your husband?" he slurred. Oh great he's drunk she thought. "You can just stay away from me you drunken pig." She shouted. The fact that he was drunk scared her, men acted differently when they were drunk. Marcus went over and blew out the lantern. The room was plunged in darkness. Marcus was going to have her, that's all he had thought about while he had drunk the afternoon away. She might be used, but he in a full blown lust and she would do. He pounced on the bed and pinned her hands above her head. "I don't have to stay away. I'm your husband and you belong to me." He sneered. Devin started to panic and struggle. "Oh you want to play rough do you?" he growled. He reached under her gown and ripped her undergarments off her and flung them on the floor. He had her pressed down on her raw and tender back. She screamed in pain. But he was in a drunken lust and nothing could have stopped him. He bent over her and roughly kissed her neck and bit her. Devin tried her best to push him off her but he was just too strong. "You belong to me now." He growled at her. He roughly pushed her legs apart and settled his self between them. Devin screamed and tried to get away but he had her arms pinned above her head and his body weight held her in place. Marcus snapped his hips forward and impaled her on his huge erection. Devin screamed with pain. She hadn't known anything could hurt so badly. Marcus was too worked up to notice her pain. She lay limp under him, to dazed to fight anymore. Marcus rode her to completion and moaned as he spilled his seed in her. He rolled off of her and fell into a drunken sleep. Devin turned on her side in terrible pain. The events of the last few days caught up to her and she cried like a heartbroken child. She cried into the pillow so he would not hear. All her dreams of his gentle kisses and of maybe being happy were dashed. She laid there and cried her self to sleep.
Marcus awoke early and his head was splitting. He rolled out of bed and went to the basin of water on the nightstand to throw water on his face. He vaguely remembered taking her last night but it wasn't too clear. He went over to the bed; she had kicked out from beneath the covers. His eyes widened. The sheets beneath her were bloody. He raised her gown and seen the dried blood between her thighs. It was coming back to him what he had done and said. Oh merciful God, he had raped her and she was a innocent. He had been completely wrong about her and even if he had been right she didn't deserve what he had done to her. Marcus had never felt bad about the things he done, but now the guilt was clawing at his guts. He walked out of the room. Martha his maid was in the hallway. "Fill a hot tub for your Lady." he said. "Yes, M'Lord. She said. He went back into the room to wait. He sat across from the bed and watched her sleep. She had cried herself to sleep. Her eyes and face were red from crying. He once again felt the guilt tear at his gut.