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‘Would you not prefer me to make love to you?’

Darcy gasped. ‘You shouldn’t say such things to me. You—you know you shouldn’t.’

‘Are you telling me you don’t want me, Darcy?’

She was suddenly quite faint. The things that Zafir’s deep bass voice alone could do—never mind his looks... Where on earth was she supposed to go with such a question?

‘All I’m saying is that I—I need to be sensible and you’re making it impossible for me.’

‘Once...not so very long ago...you were my woman. Now we have a child together. That confirms you are still my woman.’

‘I am no such thing. And nor am I some chattel to do exactly as you tell me just because you think it’s some inalienable right you have.’

‘Is that really how you view me? as someone who wouldn’t even consider another person’s rights if they happen to conflict with my own? That is a shame. But that aside, if you’re saying that you no longer have any feelings for me other than hatred then I have to remind you that I am still the father of your son and I fully intend to claim my paternal rights—with or without your approval—because my people need an heir.’