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“Where is the fucking bedroom, Sarah, before I take you here in thewith the force of his own need

“Upstairs,” she gasped as he swung her into his arms

He took the stairs quickly, his big body sheltering her slanced around the hall, then turned to the first door He pushed it open, then stopped abruptly

“Who the fuck is that?” His tone was onlyfury underneath it concerned her

Sarah glanced in confusion at the bed, then her eyes widened in horror He hadn’t He wouldn’t But he had

Mark was entwined, in her bed, with his young lover The room reeked of alcohol and sex Her bedroom was in complete disarray Clothes were thrown everywhere, the lamp had toppled to the floor and a chair lay on its side She shook her head, unable to believe it

“God, this could only happen to me” She shook her head as Brock set her slowly on her feet

Her knees eak, so it took her a moment to steady herself, and all she could do was stare in shock at Mark and as her name? Sarah could never remember But there they were, nude, enfolded in each other’s ar softly

Tears filled her eyes Not fro her husband, or ex-husband in her bed with his lover But the deeply hu the man behind her was slowly, furiously aware of the situation

Sarah fought to draw the bodice of her dress back over her body She struggled with the s them up her arer

“Where’s your clothes?” He surprised her when he went to the closet and began ru on the floor, her underwear, bras and T-shirts scattered along the carpet It would be hard to find anything salvageable in that mess

Brock jerked several dresses from the small closet, laid them over his arms and came back to her He took her arm and pulled her quickly fro as he strode from the room and back downstairs

“Your purse” He picked the s else you have to take?”

She shook her head quickly, blinking up at the harsh features of his face

“Where are you taking ed her out the front door and slammed it behind them furiously