The duke stroked an idle hand down Kaltain’s thin arm, its white flesh marred with too many bruises to be accidental. And then there was the thick red scar just before the dip of her elbow, two inches long, slightly raised. It had to be recent. But the woman didn’t flinch at the duke’s intimate touch, didn’t show a flicker of pain as his thick fingers caressed the violent scar.
So he rapes her because she’s tethered to him. Great.
