forward.
Before she could protest, he pressed his chill lips to her soft,
yielding mouth. So bloody warm. Mary Ellen sank into his body,
releasing a little moan that stirred his blood and sent his cock
throbbing.
He couldn’t help himself. She didn’t belong to him,
she never would. Yet, when she wrapped her arms around his neck,
pressing her soft breasts to his hard chest, he knew he would take
her there on the damp grass. His body pulsed with life. His world
was right. He no longer suffered when she was in his arms.
He was so consumed with the need to have her that by
the time he heard the other men approach, it was too late.
Chapter 5
The soft tap, tap, tap of dripping water woke Mary
Ellen.
Slowly, she lifted her lashes, only to stare at
cold, stone walls glistening with condensation. Where in the bloody
hell was she?
With a groan, she shoved her hands into the slate
floor and managed to sit upright. But the movement only sent her
dark world spinning. She couldn’t remember much… Aidan… Aidan had
rescued her yet again. But then, why was she here? Confused, she
studied her surroundings. A large, dark space…the perimeters hidden
within shadows. A shiver of unease raised the fine hairs on her
neck.
A dungeon.
Mary Ellen surged to her feet, tripping in her
haste. The hem of her skirt had come loose and was dragging behind
her. Frustrated, she yanked on the material. Ruined. Utterly
ruined. Whoever had done this would pay.
“Hello?” she cried out, her voice echoing.
“Shhh,” someone whispered from behind her.
Mary Ellen spun around, searching the darkness.
“Aidan?”
“Keep quiet,” he whispered. “Don’t move.”
“But…” A mixture of emotions held her captive. She
felt ill, off balance, relieved.
He shifted, the softest of movements, but the sound
was unexpected… metal scraping against stone. “Are you chained?”
she whispered furiously.
“Yes.”
Fear swirled through her in a bitterly cold wave.
“Why?”
He paused for one telling moment. “I don’t
know.”
“Oh Aidan!” She rushed toward his voice.
“Don’t!”
But she didn’t listen, didn’t stop until she
collided with his hard, cold body. His familiar spicy scent put her
somewhat at ease. A wonderful smell that overrode the stench of
their dungeon. As she drew comfort from his being, he apparently
did not glean comfort from her. His body was stiff under her touch.
She didn’t care one whit.
“What happened?” She followed the line of his broad
shoulders, lower, down his muscled arms where they twisted behind
his back. He wore only his shirtsleeves, his jacket either taken
from him, or lost. Her fingers brushed thick, cold manacles that
wrapped tightly around his wrists. Hopelessness and outrage
combined in a sickening combination. Who would do this to them and
why?
“Come closer,” he whispered. “Wrap your arms around
my waist, as if we’re embracing.”
Mary Ellen didn’t hesitate. Eager to feel his touch,
she wrapped her arms around him and rested her cheek on his
shoulder. He tilted his head toward her, his hair brushing her
temple, his breath chill on her ear. As afraid as she was, she
couldn’t deny the shiver of heat that whispered through her body.
She’d dreamt of being in Aidan’s arms, but not exactly in this
setting.
“We were captured. I don’t know why, or who is
responsible, but they’re watching us.”
Her instinct was to pull away and demand answers. As
if sensing her desire, he brought his leg forward, tucking his foot
behind hers and keeping her close to him. “Stay put.”
She swallowed hard, proud when her voice didn’t
quiver. “Where are they?”
“About twenty feet above. Along the far wall there
are windows.”
She slid a glance right. Sure enough, there was the
faint outline of windows covered with metal bars. “Why? I don’t
understand any of this.”
He paused for one telling moment. He knew more than
he was letting on. “Have you ever read about
Before she could protest, he pressed his chill lips to her soft,
yielding mouth. So bloody warm. Mary Ellen sank into his body,
releasing a little moan that stirred his blood and sent his cock
throbbing.
He couldn’t help himself. She didn’t belong to him,
she never would. Yet, when she wrapped her arms around his neck,
pressing her soft breasts to his hard chest, he knew he would take
her there on the damp grass. His body pulsed with life. His world
was right. He no longer suffered when she was in his arms.
He was so consumed with the need to have her that by
the time he heard the other men approach, it was too late.
Chapter 5
The soft tap, tap, tap of dripping water woke Mary
Ellen.
Slowly, she lifted her lashes, only to stare at
cold, stone walls glistening with condensation. Where in the bloody
hell was she?
With a groan, she shoved her hands into the slate
floor and managed to sit upright. But the movement only sent her
dark world spinning. She couldn’t remember much… Aidan… Aidan had
rescued her yet again. But then, why was she here? Confused, she
studied her surroundings. A large, dark space…the perimeters hidden
within shadows. A shiver of unease raised the fine hairs on her
neck.
A dungeon.
Mary Ellen surged to her feet, tripping in her
haste. The hem of her skirt had come loose and was dragging behind
her. Frustrated, she yanked on the material. Ruined. Utterly
ruined. Whoever had done this would pay.
“Hello?” she cried out, her voice echoing.
“Shhh,” someone whispered from behind her.
Mary Ellen spun around, searching the darkness.
“Aidan?”
“Keep quiet,” he whispered. “Don’t move.”
“But…” A mixture of emotions held her captive. She
felt ill, off balance, relieved.
He shifted, the softest of movements, but the sound
was unexpected… metal scraping against stone. “Are you chained?”
she whispered furiously.
“Yes.”
Fear swirled through her in a bitterly cold wave.
“Why?”
He paused for one telling moment. “I don’t
know.”
“Oh Aidan!” She rushed toward his voice.
“Don’t!”
But she didn’t listen, didn’t stop until she
collided with his hard, cold body. His familiar spicy scent put her
somewhat at ease. A wonderful smell that overrode the stench of
their dungeon. As she drew comfort from his being, he apparently
did not glean comfort from her. His body was stiff under her touch.
She didn’t care one whit.
“What happened?” She followed the line of his broad
shoulders, lower, down his muscled arms where they twisted behind
his back. He wore only his shirtsleeves, his jacket either taken
from him, or lost. Her fingers brushed thick, cold manacles that
wrapped tightly around his wrists. Hopelessness and outrage
combined in a sickening combination. Who would do this to them and
why?
“Come closer,” he whispered. “Wrap your arms around
my waist, as if we’re embracing.”
Mary Ellen didn’t hesitate. Eager to feel his touch,
she wrapped her arms around him and rested her cheek on his
shoulder. He tilted his head toward her, his hair brushing her
temple, his breath chill on her ear. As afraid as she was, she
couldn’t deny the shiver of heat that whispered through her body.
She’d dreamt of being in Aidan’s arms, but not exactly in this
setting.
“We were captured. I don’t know why, or who is
responsible, but they’re watching us.”
Her instinct was to pull away and demand answers. As
if sensing her desire, he brought his leg forward, tucking his foot
behind hers and keeping her close to him. “Stay put.”
She swallowed hard, proud when her voice didn’t
quiver. “Where are they?”
“About twenty feet above. Along the far wall there
are windows.”
She slid a glance right. Sure enough, there was the
faint outline of windows covered with metal bars. “Why? I don’t
understand any of this.”
He paused for one telling moment. He knew more than
he was letting on. “Have you ever read about
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