George Boleyn's bedroom

Margaret looked up at him once he held her chin and sighed deeply "I'm not scared. But..I know you're mad at me. So.." She gulped and looked somewhere else to avoid his glance

"I am not mad at you." George left her chin slowly and gulped "I thought about this. I can't be mad at you just for you love someone else." He tried to move away from her. Walked to by the window, looked at out of it. "You asked me if you were my mistress. I did not want to call you as my mistress. It sounded so rude for..for you've seemed so innocent to me. That's why I called you as my love. I apoligize."

Margaret shook her head. She looked at him approaching the window and sighed "You have no need to apologize, George. It's my fault. I...I love someone else, yes. But I also know that my love is impossible. I can't torture myself forever.." She admitted, keeping her blue eyes on him

George smirked without triying not to look at her "Well, at least it's good you've finally understood it."

Margaret took a deep breath and looked around "I understood. He'll never love me. That's why I felt so much loved in your arms, George.." She said, blushing a bit

George had a look at her "I'm glad if you did. " He opened his mouth to add something but then he gave up and stood still by the window. The weather was awesome. He could see beautiful people smiling around the garden. He took a deep breath, tried to have same happiness

Margaret sighed and came closer. She leaned her hand on his shoulder and tried to catch his eyes "George...please, look at me. I don't want to lose you. I already lost too much.." She whispered

George turned to her with a smirk on his lips. He held her grasping her waist slowly. "So would you like to make love again?" George bent over her lips and kissed like a thirsty man. He moved back and smirked at her again ironically "But this time I will say that "no, Margaret. I love someone else."

Margaret was surprised by his sudden kiss but she kissed him back. She looked astonished at his face after his words "What is it, George? A revenge? Do you think I'm having fun?" She said out of breath

George shrugged his shoulders "If you want to have fun, then lie on the bed." said George smirking at her

Margaret opened her mouth but she remained speechless. She was feeling anger raising inside her. She couldn't control herself anymore and slapped his face

Margaret felt his strong body on hers and grabbed the pillow as she carried her on bed. She gasped and leaned her hands on his shoulders "George, please.." She mumbled while her breath was becoming deeper

Margaret tried to pull him away but he was too strong. She screamed as he started pushing widely inside her. She gasped and grabbed the pillow when he turned her on her back. Suddenly she felt pain feeling his hardness on her back and screamed again "George...please..stop! You..you're hurting me.." She could barely whisper, closing her eyes

George stopped when she began to scream. He left his seeds on a cloth as fast as he could do. He had no pleasure but he felt his hate had gone. He put his breeches on and cleaned his hands with an another cloth. He lied on the bed, next to her. He bent over her ears and whispered "At least now you know how a feeling to be hurted."

Margaret was out of breath. She removed her blonde curls from her face and turned her eyes to him "This is your way to revenge? Do you feel proud of what you've just done? You...you raped me.." She said feeling her eyes filled with tears. She wrapped fastly the sheet around her body

George raised an eyebrow "Do you often moan with pleasure when you are raped?"

Margaret shook her head and she looked angrily at him "I felt no pleasure! Just your anger.." She gulped and lowered her eyes "I...I felt in heaven the first time. But now.." She turned her eyes somewhere eyes

"You felt in heaven..yes that explains why you called that man's name in my bed when you woke up." George smirked at her ironically. He leaned on her body, approached her lips but did not touch. "Don't you like such kind of men, huh? Am I not like Cesare now?" whispered George still smirking

Margaret gulped and stared at his lips. She was still breathing "You're acting exactly like him, now. But he never raped me, at least. He had no need.." She whispered removing fastly her eyes from his lips

George laughed. He moved back, placed himself next to her "I haven't raped you. At least, I don't need either. "

Margaret looked at him in silence and leaned her hand on his chest "You have been..so wild. You scared me.." She whispered and tipped softly his chest with her fingertips

George made her sit on the top of his body. He straightened up to kiss her lips "Forgive me. I'm the prisoner of my ambitions."

Margaret sat on top of him and leaned her hands on his stomach. She kissed him back and looked down at him "Do you really care for me, George?" She whispered softly. She kept on caressing his stomach