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| man, his eyes wild. He scooped up the man's clothes and threw them at him, laughing throatily when the man stumbled from the room, panting. |

| Bianca scooted back on the bed, fear turning her insides cold. She reached for a blanket to cover herself, but Stanford was too quick. He grabbed the blanket and threw it across the room, then circled his fingers around Bianca's wrists and pulled her up before him. |

| ''Whore," he hissed, his gaze absorbing her nudity, hungering for her now, even though she had just copulated with that dirty-haired runt. A half-breedher mother an Aborigine, her father a white man whose identity was unknown to hershe was exotically beautiful. Her brown hair was so long it reached the floor, her skin was dark and velvety, and her eyes were green. Her body was well-roundedmuch more than most Aborigines Stanford had ever seenand it gave him plenty to fill his hands with. |

| "Do you always have to enjoy it so much with the other men?" he asked, his voice tormented. "Do you?" |

| "Bianca pretends," she murmured, swallowing hard. Then she told a lie, fearing that if she didn't, he might cut her throat with the knife he kept hidden beneath the tail of his coat. "It is only for money that II do like I enjoy it. Stanford, it is only you who make me feel alive inside." |

| "Liar!" Stanford shouted. He drew a hand back and slapped her across her face, regretting it the instant he had done it, for blood began to run in a tiny stream from her nose. |

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