A Convict's Lover by Kayla Trautman (the false prince series .txt) 📕

She saw the butler and her eyes widened, remembering where they were. He glanced at them but he kept to his business. The maids that had chores to do in here came in and went to work, looking up at her once in a while. She started hitting Jeffrey's shoulders, "Jeffrey! Stop!"

He looked over his shoulder and ordered the maid's and the butler to just stand around and watch. She cried as he grinned up at her. She couldn't help the involuntary moans that came from her throat but she cried the entire time. After a while he took her upstairs into her bedroom and bent her over so that she had to lean on the dresser and look into the mirror as he pounded into her as hard as he could from behind.

She cried as she looked at herself in the mirror and saw him behind her. She dropped her head so she could see and just tried to find a place in her mind where she could just hide but it was no use. There was no hidding from this, from him.

***

Jeffrey had forced her to do different positions but he was consistent with the speed. He had continued it long into the the night and long into the morning, taking breaks only to change positions. Now Julie just layed in bed trying to relax. Her legs were so sore; she felt like she just finished running for miles in the Australia heat.

The door opened and Jeffrey came in. He went over and grabbed the dress that was layed out for her, "You can't rest right now. Your damned brothers are here to make sure you're alright." She groaned and rolled over onto her back, "But I can't move."

He grabbed her arm and sat her up, "I'll help you dress and help you downstairs but you have to enter the parlor on your own until you're seated unless you want your brothers thrown out on their asses because they don't know their place."

He helped her into her dress and held her up as she limped downstairs. When they reached the parlor he set her completely on her feet and she started to droop towards the floor. "Dammit, Julie." He whispered as he grabbed her arm and held her up. She managed to get her legs to work but barely. He held his arm out to her and she placed her hand in his elbow. Then they entered the parlor.

Jacob was standing by the fireplace with his back towards them, Henry was standing behind him as they were just talking, and Percy was sitting in a chair nearby. Jacob stayed where he was but Henry and Percy walked over to greet her.

"Hello, Henry. Percy. Jacob. It's nice to see you." She said, mechanically. Henry took her hands and kissed her cheek, "How are you?" She smiled, "I'm fine." Her voice cracked a little as her legs fought the pain to hold her up. Percy sighed and looked at her, "Have you eaten today? You look a little pale."

"I'm fine. But a tray of cakes and tea wouldn't hurt. I'll send for it." She said. Jeffrey kissed the side of her head, "I have some work to attend to in my office so I must leave you but I'll have the cakes and tea brought here." "Thank ou." She said. Percy and Henry headed back over to their seats as soon as he left.

Julie went to follow but her legs gave out and she dropped to her knees, planting her hands on the floor so that she wouldn't fall on her face. "Julie?" Percy rushed over to her and kneeled beside her. Henry was on her other side. Jacob had turned around and looked at her, "What did he do to you this time?"

She sighed and leaned against Percy, "He didn't do anything wrong; at least not in the way that you think. He just prolonged ... what married couples ..." Jacob interrupted her, "Ah, I see. So he hurt you so that you'd be in pain but so that we couldn't see anything wrong with it. Well married or not it's still considered rape."

Percy picked her up and carried her over to the couch. He sat next to her and put his arm around her shoulders, "Are you alright? Really? Is that all he did?" She nodded and leaned against him, laying her head against his shoulder, "I'm just tired."

Jacob shook his head, "What the hell is wrong with you, Julie? You can't keep going on like this. He hurt you and took the man that you love away from you but so what?! You need to get over it! You need to get away from him!"

"Jacob! That's enough!" Henry ordered, glaring at him. Julie frowned at him and sat up, "I need to get over it? So what? Well I thought you would be the first one to understand me but I guess I was mistaken. But I'm sorry if I can't do it just as easy as you can. You may not be able to settle down with one woman but I was ready to marry him if it were possible."

Jacob frowned and turned around to let his back face her. Henry sighed and sat next to her, "Julie, what Jacob's trying to say is that you can't let him keep hurting you. We can help you. Please let us help you." She looked at him and asked, "What would you do if something happened to Elena or Earl? Woud you have the will to live after that?"

He thought about that for a momet, pondering how to answer her, "No, I wouldn't but would you want me to live like that? Wouldn't you do everything in your power to help me?" She sighed and nodded, "Yes." Percy rubbed her arm, "Exactly and that's what we're trying to do. Please let us."

She sighed and closed her eyes, "I can't. What will I do? Where would I go? There is no where else for me unless someone were to kill me." Something crashed and when Julie opened her eyes she had realized that Jacob had thrown a glass vase at the wall.

Jacob yelled, "Dammit, Julie! Stop talking like that! I won't let him kill you but if you don't let me help you then there's the possibility that I might not be here to help you! I can't help you if you don't let me!" She sighed and folded her arms across her stomach, "Jake, he's not going to kill me. I promise."

Jeffrey had taken her with him to the city for their honeymoon. They stayed at a hotel and she went with him everywhere he went. He said that he didn't trust her not to run off while he was gone. But he did take her shopping a couple times. She picked out anything he liked and that was it. not that she was allowed anything else.

"Where are we going today?" Julie asked as she got into the carriage. Jefferey climbed in next to her and closed the door, "We are meeting a group of my friends at Lord Gorger's. You should pay attention on this visit because they'll be visiting us quite frequently at home." She looked ahead at the wall and inwardly sighed.

When they arrived they were immediately escorted to the parlor. There were three men already sitting on the couch with a glass of brand in their hands. "Ah, Jeffrey. It's been a long time, my friend. This must be your lovely wife that you've been telling us about. She is very lovely. She'll do very nicely." One of the men said, smiling brightly at her. He was older than Jeffrey she noticed by the gray in his hair and the lines around his eyes.

Jeffrey put his arm around her waist and laughed, "I told she would. Julie this is Lord Gorger, Lord Norway, and Mr. Olson." Lord Gorger was the man who had greeted them. Lord Norway was a younger man who had a slight beard and was well-groomed. She couldn't say the same for Mr. Olson. He as a middle aged man who had a beer belly, a long beard that was past due for a trimming and when he smiled his two front teeth were the color of wood.

When Jeffrey had said a group of friends, he was literal. By mid-day the parlor was filled so many men that Julie was forced to sit on Jeffrey's lap. She would've stood but he never gave her a choice in the matter. There was at least thirty men there altogether, including Jeffrey. She felt even more uncomfortable because the men were looking at her with hungry eyes. She never went a second with a couple of them eating her alive with their eyes. Some were handsome and clean and some were too hairy and missing too much teeth to tell if they had once been handsome; some weren't handsome but at least they were clean. When they left for the hotel she was relieved to be out of their spotlight. A group of thiry men and one woman wasn't a good situation to be in.

***

Julie was sitting at her desk combing her hair in that same chemise that she had worn on her wedding night. They've been home for a couple months now. It's been half a year now since she lost the love of her life and was forced to marry a monster. It's only been half a year but for her it felt like a lifetime ago.

The door opened and Jeffrey came in, "Come on, honey. We have to go downstairs for a moment." She stood and set her brush down on the desk. She went for her robe but stopped when Jeffrey held his hand up. "You won't be needing that." He said.

She went over to him and asked, "What are we doing?" "You'll see." He grinned and took her arm as he led her our of the room and downstairs. She sighed and just followed him. They entered the parlor room and she gasped when she saw that the same thirty men that they met on their honeymoon were sitting and standing around their parlor. They threw whistles her way and winked at her.

She darted in the direction of the door but Jeffrey grabbed her arm and yanked her around to face him, "Where are you going, sweetie?" She looked up at him, "What the hell's going on? What are they doing here? Why did you bring me down here?"

He ran his finger dow her neck to her breasts, "This is just a business meeting, honey. A sale." She frowned, "And what are you expecting to sell them?" "Your services, of course! Now turn around