her thighs, pulling her skirts up over her hips. He buried his face in her ample bosom, and trailed his fingers over her mons. She was already wet. He freed his hard member and thrust deep.
“Ah, Chloe…” he murmured.
“Rebecca,” she whined, sitting back and riding him hard.
Nothing like a reminder he wasn’t with the woman he wanted to shrink a man’s cock.
Chapter Five
Chloe gulped. Her brows furrowed and she pulled her lips tightly together, sure her face was as white as a ghost.
It was him , she was positive of the fact.
“Let us get ye inside, it’s freezing out here,” Maude urged.
Lord Hardwyck, the Dragon .She’d heard of him before. His exploits in England and France were well known. Just before he’d stormed the castle it had been rumored he was the leading man in the defeat of the French at Agincourt. And he was the man who’d stormed South Hearth.
She clutched at her horse’s reins as she looked blankly at the tiny house. There was a small frost covered garden, but she didn’t see a stable. Of course there was no stable. She tried to recollect where the village people near her had kept their animals, and she had a sudden horrifying realization that they were kept inside the house.
Maude motioned her forward and Chloe obeyed, leading her horse into the tiny house. She looked about her nervously. She’d escaped the lord of Hardwyck for now, but she knew she would have to face him in the morning.
But how could she face him? How in the world would she be able to survive that meeting?
Chloe would never forget the dragon crest on his shield. The vision of him outside South Hearth would be forever ingrained in her memory.
Yes, the great warrior who’d shouted at her, who’d caused her heart to beat so fast she feared it would burst inside her.
“ You are mine!” The words still reverberated in her mind.
He was the man who had pushed her and her family apart, maybe even killed them.
Lord Hardwyck.
Chloe hated him. He’d been the ruin of her. Nicola’s death was on his hands. Even though he hadn’t been the one to literally slay her, he’d been the reason they’d fled South Hearth. He was to blame. He was the reason she was now destitute and dressed in peasant rags. Did it matter that he’d supplied her with a warm home and a meal now? No, and it didn’t matter that he was going to put her to work so she could take care of herself, either. If it wasn’t for him, she wouldn’t even be here. His selfishness and greed had caused all of this.
If only she’d known his name before coming here, she would have gladly faced any outlaw than trump up to the gates of her gravest enemy.
Angry heat rose into her cheeks. She took a deep breath trying to calm her indignation. She couldn’t let Maude see how flustered she was. The last thing she wanted to do was answer questions from the woman.
“My name’s Maude. What’s yer name chit?” the woman asked looking Chloe up and down. Chloe gave her equal study while still clutching the reins of her horse.
“Chloe. I thank you for allowing me to stay with you this night,” she said in reply, keeping her answer short and cordial.
Maude nodded. “I’d do anything his lordship asked. I was his nurse when he was just a babe. Took care of his mother for a time too.”
She turned and walked into a tiny room off to the right, the door covered with a linen cloth. Not sure if she was to follow, Chloe stood still, feeling awkward. She glanced about the bare little house.
The main room smelled like a mixture of the food cooking, rotten past meals, and unwashed bodies. In the far right corner was a wobbly old table with four chairs. In the center of the table was a candle held in a carved wood candlestick holder. The candle as well as the holder were crudely made.
She sighed. She would have to get used to such a living, if she was going to keep up her charade. Life would be hard, but ending up in the tower or on the chopping block was a
“Ah, Chloe…” he murmured.
“Rebecca,” she whined, sitting back and riding him hard.
Nothing like a reminder he wasn’t with the woman he wanted to shrink a man’s cock.
Chapter Five
Chloe gulped. Her brows furrowed and she pulled her lips tightly together, sure her face was as white as a ghost.
It was him , she was positive of the fact.
“Let us get ye inside, it’s freezing out here,” Maude urged.
Lord Hardwyck, the Dragon .She’d heard of him before. His exploits in England and France were well known. Just before he’d stormed the castle it had been rumored he was the leading man in the defeat of the French at Agincourt. And he was the man who’d stormed South Hearth.
She clutched at her horse’s reins as she looked blankly at the tiny house. There was a small frost covered garden, but she didn’t see a stable. Of course there was no stable. She tried to recollect where the village people near her had kept their animals, and she had a sudden horrifying realization that they were kept inside the house.
Maude motioned her forward and Chloe obeyed, leading her horse into the tiny house. She looked about her nervously. She’d escaped the lord of Hardwyck for now, but she knew she would have to face him in the morning.
But how could she face him? How in the world would she be able to survive that meeting?
Chloe would never forget the dragon crest on his shield. The vision of him outside South Hearth would be forever ingrained in her memory.
Yes, the great warrior who’d shouted at her, who’d caused her heart to beat so fast she feared it would burst inside her.
“ You are mine!” The words still reverberated in her mind.
He was the man who had pushed her and her family apart, maybe even killed them.
Lord Hardwyck.
Chloe hated him. He’d been the ruin of her. Nicola’s death was on his hands. Even though he hadn’t been the one to literally slay her, he’d been the reason they’d fled South Hearth. He was to blame. He was the reason she was now destitute and dressed in peasant rags. Did it matter that he’d supplied her with a warm home and a meal now? No, and it didn’t matter that he was going to put her to work so she could take care of herself, either. If it wasn’t for him, she wouldn’t even be here. His selfishness and greed had caused all of this.
If only she’d known his name before coming here, she would have gladly faced any outlaw than trump up to the gates of her gravest enemy.
Angry heat rose into her cheeks. She took a deep breath trying to calm her indignation. She couldn’t let Maude see how flustered she was. The last thing she wanted to do was answer questions from the woman.
“My name’s Maude. What’s yer name chit?” the woman asked looking Chloe up and down. Chloe gave her equal study while still clutching the reins of her horse.
“Chloe. I thank you for allowing me to stay with you this night,” she said in reply, keeping her answer short and cordial.
Maude nodded. “I’d do anything his lordship asked. I was his nurse when he was just a babe. Took care of his mother for a time too.”
She turned and walked into a tiny room off to the right, the door covered with a linen cloth. Not sure if she was to follow, Chloe stood still, feeling awkward. She glanced about the bare little house.
The main room smelled like a mixture of the food cooking, rotten past meals, and unwashed bodies. In the far right corner was a wobbly old table with four chairs. In the center of the table was a candle held in a carved wood candlestick holder. The candle as well as the holder were crudely made.
She sighed. She would have to get used to such a living, if she was going to keep up her charade. Life would be hard, but ending up in the tower or on the chopping block was a
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