<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">A scream split the air as she felt his teeth sink into her skin and latch on to the side of her neck, forcing her to accept his attention. In automatic reaction, Zara bucked her hips and struggled to move away from him, trying her best not to moan, not to writhe from the pain the consumed her body. She wasn't supposed to be marked!!!<br/><br/>"Colonel--!!" She gasped, her eyes clouded with hazy lust, her mind screaming at her to push him away. But she was so weak; and her body was enjoying the pain he was causing her.<br/><br/>When he pulled away, Zara remained on her bed, staring at the chandelier as her mind struggled to process what had just happened. The anger grew slowly, festering inside of her and growing until she jerked herself up in bed, eyes blazing with pure fury. Unfortunately, the door slammed shut just as she opened her mouth, signaling that Colonel Flashman had left her presence. A furious sound escaped the back of her throat before she jerked out of bed, storming to the mirror on her vanity. The bright red welt on her creamy skin made her screech in horrified fury.<br/><br/><em>He had marked her!!</em><br/><br/>Zara slammed her first her black dresser and stared at the evidence. How was she supposed to entertain other Johns and Janes if she was marked like a two dollar whore?! The marks she had on her body were specifically put there because SHE wished them to be there; for Colonel Flashman to take such liberties with her body...she would never forgive him. As soon as Master Ryan was available, she was going to demand that he never allow Harry to visit her again.<br/><br/>She pressed her fingertips to the mark and felt her body shudder, the pain still so fresh. Behind the fury was a hint of lust, and it was that lust that caused her to go back to her bed and lay down, one hand touching and prodding the mark on her neck as the other one slipped between her legs.</span>