Conquering Sabrina by Arabella Kingsley Read Free Book Online Page B

she was about to say. Eventually she spoke.
    “It’s not my place. If there is nothing else, Madame, I will leave you now.”
    Sabrina caught her arm.
    “No. Please, Francine. Help me remember. If not for my sake, then for Raoul’s,” she pleaded.
    Francine looked down at Sabrina with impatience and gave a small sigh. She opened her mouth to speak, but a male voice cut her short.
    “Francine, Sabrina will remember in her own time. We must be careful with her memory until she has been examined by my doctor,” Raoul told her firmly as he stood in the doorway.
    He had been riding. He wore a heavy knit cream jumper over the broad frame of his shoulders underneath a black wool jacket. Sabrina watched him throw his riding hat and crop on a chair and stride into the room in his jodhpurs and boots. For a moment she stared at the riding crop, remembering. Her nipples tightened and her clit tingled with the memory of feeling whipped. It was an effort to turn back to Francine and hide her blush.
    Raoul approached. Cedarwood, pine, and a generous helping of delicious male scent wrapped around her senses. Francine smiled nervously at Sabrina.
    “Of course,” she said with a brisk nod and took her leave.
    Sabrina clamped her teeth together in frustration. Francine obviously knew something Raoul didn’t want her to know by the dark look he gave the woman when she left the room. Sabrina would have to wait for another opportunity to question the woman alone.
    Raoul was pouring coffee for them both as he sat on the sofa when she looked back at him.
    “Sabrina, come and sit down. You hardly ate a thing last night. You need to eat.”
    He was speaking softly, as though she was a child. It infuriated her.
    “No,” she snapped. “I can’t eat anything. I need to clear my head. Since last night I can’t think straight. My life feels as though it is out of control. I need to leave and get some space so I can think.”
    She turned back to the bed, deciding to get dressed when she suddenly felt Raoul’s arms around her waist from behind, tugging her possessively towards him. She felt him press his head against hers before brushing his lips across her neck. It was such a good feeling to be held and loved but, she had to keep a level head.
    “No. I won’t let you leave. I have already won this argument.” His words were a whisper against her skin. “Perhaps…” He paused to kiss her neck again. Sabrina closed her eyes, finding herself melt with his warm closeness despite all efforts not to let him placate her with his seductive powers. “I should spank you again and lock you in the tower. At least I know you will be safe in there. No one will be able to reach you. I will have the key at all times.”
    Sabrina turned quickly in his arms to face him, alarmed by the level of anxiety in his voice. He really didn’t want her being on her own and he wasn’t just being overprotective or dominant.
    “What aren’t you telling me?” she challenged forcefully.
    He took her back into his arms and told her to hush. There was nothing to worry about. He was just concerned about her health. Sabrina flinched away from him, demanding to know what he kept from her.
    Raoul dropped his hands from her waist and sat down on the bed. He leaned back on his elbows, studying her closely with his dark fathomless eyes. He muttered some words in French under his breath that she could not decipher and then shook his head.
    “I shouldn’t be telling you this. The consultant told me to be careful with you. No shocks… Telling you who you are last night was more than enough for now.”
    “Raoul, please. I have every right to know.”
    “You were kidnapped right from this house where I thought I kept you safe.” Anger rumbled under his tone. “You were working as a lawyer in your English firm’s Paris office…”
    “Me, a lawyer?” she said with a disbelieving laugh.
    “Yes, you were. You were a damn good business lawyer. Anyway, you started