Page 57 of Under Her Protection

“They look like marks from sex, dear.”

"Mm." Vivienne didn’t engage.

"It is the first time I have seen marks like this on your body in twenty years at least, Vivienne.”

"Is that correct?”

"Correct." Isabella nodded. She looked curious and Vivienne knew she would delve, but never push too hard. It was Vivienne’s choice if and what she said.

"You have been counting."

"I have. I remember details. You know that.”

"Isabella…” Vivienne started.

"Yes, my love." She looked intently at Vivienne waiting for it to land.

"I let the bodyguard fuck me." Vivienne’s voice was low even though there was nobody else close to hear them.

Isabella did not move. She did not set her glass down. She did not raise the fingernail hand, which stayed on the back of the banquette, and the only adjustment she made to her face was a small, slow, elegant raise of one eyebrow, which was Isabella's version of a gasp.

"Well well.”

"Yes,” Vivienne said.

"When?”

"Monday. And Tuesday." Memories flooded Vivienne’s mind. Coming so hard she squirted on the hearth. Leo’s hand pressing her face into the leather of her desk, pinning her down. Leo’s finger entering her anus.

"Twice."

"Twice."

"In how many days."

"Twenty-four hours."

"Oh my love." Isabella pressed her fingers briefly to her mouth. "Twice in twenty-four hours. Vivienne. You have not done twice in twenty-four hours since before I knew you."

Vivienne raised an eyebrow. This was true.

"I am going to need details." Isabella looked at her.

“Well, I’ll tell you a bit.” Vivienne felt herself almost smirking, warm with the rush of what Leo had done to her body.

"Vivienne!” Isabella smiled encouragingly at her.

"Monday night in the living room. She fucked me on the rug in front of the fire. She is rough with me. I like it a lot. Tuesday morning she came into the study and told me it was Lara and that I needed to fire three of my people by Friday, and I told her to get out, and she said no, and I told her the sex had been rubbish, and she bent me over the desk and ripped my dress off me and gave me sex that certainly was far from rubbish.”

Isabella closed her eyes for one breath.

"Over the desk?”

"Over the desk."

"The grandfather's desk?”

"Yes."