My lady remember Ch 4

Chapter 4 She Begged
“I’m so sorry!” Deborah scrambled to get up, flustered and mortified.
But just as she found her footing, the carriage lurched again—throwing her off balance. She fell forward, landing directly on Damian.
Her hand landed on something unmistakably hard—its heat radiating even through the fabric. There was no doubt what it was.
“Ah!” she gasped, jerking her hands back in a panic.
Her face flushed scarlet—so red it looked like it could bleed. Somehow, she had accidentally touched… that part of Damian.
And the worst part? He reacted. Visibly. Instantly. There was no mistaking it.
Deborah didn’t even know where to look.
“Outrageous.” Damian’s voice dropped, dark and sharp, as he grabbed her chin in a firm grip.
His fingers tightened, tilting her face up to meet his cold gaze.
“You’re already married to Simon, and yet you dare to throw yourself at me? Shameless. Disgraceful. What punishment do you think you deserve?”
“I didn’t mean to!” Deborah cried, grabbing his wrist and trying to push him away.
But he didn’t budge. His strength was overwhelming—she couldn’t move him at all.
“Didn’t mean to?” he said with a mocking sneer, narrowing his eyes. “Then tell me—what exactly did you touch?”
“I didn’t do it on purpose!” she insisted, her cheeks burning with humiliation.
It really had been an accident. But no matter how she explained it, she knew what it looked like. She had touched a man—intimately. And not just any man, but Damian. Still… it was not intentional.
“Your Highness…”
“Do you think I believe that?” His voice was low, dangerous. She could feel the warning in his grip.
Forced to look up, Deborah locked eyes with him. Her heart pounded. Her slender frame trembled under his gaze.
His eyes dropped from her face, slowly trailing down her neck.
Her pale, delicate throat was tilted back, exposed—and vulnerable. It looked as though he could snap it with one hand if he wanted to.
Because of the angle, her robe had loosened slightly at the collar.
From where he sat, he could see the curve of her collarbone, and the soft white skin that disappeared beneath the fabric.
Scattered across that skin were faint marks—remnants of the night before, the places Simon had kissed, bitten, claimed.
Damian’s eyes darkened.
Deborah had no idea what was going through his mind, but the way he looked at her sent chills down her spine. There was something dangerous in his silence.
“Your Highness… if you’re angry, punish me if you must. Just—please let go,” she said, raising a fist and aiming it at his arm.
“How should I punish you? You touched me—are you saying I should return the favor?”
“N-No!” Deborah’s eyes widened in shock. She couldn’t believe someone as cold and distant as him would say something like that.
Damian said coolly, “I’ve always believed in fairness.”
Deborah blinked, her big, teary eyes full of confusion. She wondered, ‘What did he mean by that?’
She didn’t have to wonder for long.
In the next moment, he suddenly flipped her over and pulled her across his lap. One hand pressed firmly against the small of her back—then started sliding downward.
“Stop!”
She thought, ‘How could he touch there?’ Outraged, Deborah swung her arm back and slapped at him.
But before she could land the hit, he caught her wrist effortlessly. The small surge of internal energy she’d summoned vanished in his grip.
“Not bad,” he said with a cold smirk. “You’ve got some skill.”
But it didn’t matter. Against him, it was meaningless.
“Your Highness… please… stop. Let me go. Let me—!”
His hand moved lower. Her breath caught. “Don’t touch me! I’m Simon’s wife!” she said.
His hand stilled on her hip. One inch lower and he’d be touching the most private part of her body.
Deborah froze. She couldn’t fight him. All she could do now was beg.
She continued, “I’m Simon’s wife… you can’t do this. If he finds out, he’ll be furious. Please, Your Highness. I swear—I’ll never cross the line again. Just let me go. Just this once.”
She could only pray he’d show mercy—for Simon’s sake, if not hers.