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grasped her buttocks to still her wild thrashings.
    “Heed your mother’s advice, ma chere ,” he urged, “for it will be harder for you if you continue to struggle. It will hurt at first, but I promise you it will be better the next time.” Gabby chose to ignore his words as she steeled herself for his entry, gritting her teeth and tensing her body, silently vowing that she would never willingly submit to his depraved ruttings.
    Although Philippe endeavored to be gentle, Gabby’s struggles made it next to impossible. His lust was like a pulsating monster and his need so great that he was unable to stop his manhood from driving into her resisting flesh with brutal force. The pain was so intense she screamed aloud at the cruel violation. He knew he was hurting her but he could not stop as he moved with rapid, breathless strokes, pounding her slim form into the firmness of the mattress. His thrusts carried her into gasping darkness and just when she thought she could bear no more, he grew rigid, cried out, then spasmed, caught up in his own private ecstasy. Gabby was startled by the intensity of the shudders racking his body, amazed that the very act that caused her such terrible agony could bring him such obvious bliss.
    “I’m sorry, ma chere ,” Philippe said raggedly, pulling away from her, “but you would not let me to be gentle with you. You fought me as if I were some kind of animal, so I acted like one. Dry your eyes,” he admonished with a touch of tenderness. “Next time it will be better.”
    “You mean you intend to rape me again? ” Gabby cried reproachfully.
    “Rape?” Philippe repeated stonily, raising one eyebrow, giving his face a sardonic look. “Surely it is not rape for a man to make love to his lawful wife?”
    Gabby’s violet eyes grew big and round, brimming with unshed tears. He had been cruel and hateful, forcing her to his will by sheer strength. No longer was her body sacrosanct. He had taken her with brutal violence and as far as she was concerned, that was tantamount to rape. “So long as you continue to force yourself on me, rape is an adequate description of that disgusting act,” she said dispassionately. “You took me by force, I’ll never forgive you for that.” By now the tears were flowing copiously down her checks. “I hate you, Philippe,” she cried out, surprising even herself by her boldness, “I hate you!”
    With an exasperated sigh Philippe drew back long enough to see the wild expression in her frightened eyes. She looked so young, so vulnerable that he was immediately sorry for the forceful way he had taken her. But in his mind to do otherwise would have been a mistake. He had to prove, if only to himself, that he could not be moved by her innocent beauty. She must learn from the beginning to be submissive to him in all things. So far she had exhibited none of the qualities he required in a wife, but in time she would learn that he could be a stern teacher.
    Neither pleas nor struggles could forestall Philippe as desire stirred in his loins. Although he realized that losing her virginity in such a manner was a vicious assault upon her tender sensibilities, he was certain that she was not one of those cold women who tolerated the sex act merely because it was her duty. Once she became accustomed to the intimacies of marriage, he had no doubt that he could arouse a passionate response in her. It was a delicious challenge, one he would enjoy. What better pastime than to teach the intricacies of love to his new bride during the long nights ahead? Then passion engulfed him like a raging tide as he moved to possess her once more, surprising even himself by his unquenchable thirst for the terrified young girl lying in his arms.

Chapter Four
    Much later Gabby paced the deck finding it difficult to concentrate on anything but the soreness between her legs and the stiffness of her abused body. After Philippe’s violation earlier that morning (she wondered why they