congratulatory slaps on the back did he reluctantly lift his mouth from her.
For a few heartbeats , he immersed himself in her delicate beauty, but when he started to lose his thoughts, swept his gaze away and grinned broadly. He kept his arm around her waist keeping her tucked up at his side while her clan and his men came up to pass on good wishes to them.
Dalla’s lips still tingled from the kiss she received from her husband, though she wanted desperately to escape the crowd and their well wishes she was forced to rem ain until finally everyone drifted away. She let out a heavy sigh and when her chin was gently cupped, she raised her head and sneered. “Well ye have what ye want. Ye best hope ye willna live to regret what ye have forced on me this day.”
A grimace curled his lips, he had hoped for something a little friendlier. “Ye make a beautiful bride, wife. And ‘tis doubtful that I will in anyway be disappointed.” He grunted at her un-lady like snort. “It does neither of us any good if ye keep up this animosity, lass. There isna any use fighting what canna be changed. Ye life and future are with me and ye best accept that fact now.”
He gave a slight shake of his head, w hy wasn’t he surprised to see the light of battle glowing in her glorious eyes. Hell, she could fight all she wanted to; it wasn’t going to change anything. She was his wife now and whether she accepted it now or not she would one day. And tonight, after the wedding feast he planned to show her just what it meant to be his wife.
Bending down he swept her lush mouth with his own before he straightened away and started to lead her towards the keep. He stopped abruptly when she spoke and shook his head over her words. Aye she was going to be stubborn and fight him to the very end.
“I doubt our life or future together will last very long. Ye being the debaucher that ye are it willna belong before ye are sniffing under some other woman’s skirt.” She spat out contemptuously, how dare he tell her she had to accept him and their life together. He could go to hell and sup with the devil for all she cared .
His teeth ground together, he fought down his temper, aye the wench had a nasty razor sharp tongue. It sliced a man to ribbons. “I am nay debaucher, lass.” He growled out and when she scoffed he struggled not to grab hold of her and shake her. He wondered just where in the hell she heard such things about him. Well, it did matter what she thought of him, she would soon come to learn what he was really like and hopefully the insults would finally stop.
The evening ’s celebration seemed to go on forever, now she only waited for the last woman to go through the door and leave her alone. When it finally closed behind them, Dalla hurried to the trunk at the end of her bed and lifted out a small vial. She stared down at it in her trembling hand, biting her lip she was swept with an immense wave of guilt. Never before had she ever done such a cruel or nasty thing as she was about to do. However, the fact remained she could not let the despicable man, the depraved stranger who was now her husband, bed her.
She fought to remind herself continuously throughout the wedding supper that he slept with her cousin just days before he was to marry her. Just because he had been pleasant and attentive during the meal didn’t change the fact. With this in mind, she shoved the feelings of guilt aside, moved over to the table where sat two goblets and a jug of wine.
Quickly e mptying half the contents into one of the goblets before she could change her mind, she poured the wine into the both cups and after returning the flask to the trunk she waited nervously for the fornicating rat to join her. Too soon she heard the heavy footsteps approaching and she knew her time had run out and all she could do now was pray that her plan would not fail her.
No matter what punishment she would have to face tomorrow, it would be well worth it. She could
For a few heartbeats , he immersed himself in her delicate beauty, but when he started to lose his thoughts, swept his gaze away and grinned broadly. He kept his arm around her waist keeping her tucked up at his side while her clan and his men came up to pass on good wishes to them.
Dalla’s lips still tingled from the kiss she received from her husband, though she wanted desperately to escape the crowd and their well wishes she was forced to rem ain until finally everyone drifted away. She let out a heavy sigh and when her chin was gently cupped, she raised her head and sneered. “Well ye have what ye want. Ye best hope ye willna live to regret what ye have forced on me this day.”
A grimace curled his lips, he had hoped for something a little friendlier. “Ye make a beautiful bride, wife. And ‘tis doubtful that I will in anyway be disappointed.” He grunted at her un-lady like snort. “It does neither of us any good if ye keep up this animosity, lass. There isna any use fighting what canna be changed. Ye life and future are with me and ye best accept that fact now.”
He gave a slight shake of his head, w hy wasn’t he surprised to see the light of battle glowing in her glorious eyes. Hell, she could fight all she wanted to; it wasn’t going to change anything. She was his wife now and whether she accepted it now or not she would one day. And tonight, after the wedding feast he planned to show her just what it meant to be his wife.
Bending down he swept her lush mouth with his own before he straightened away and started to lead her towards the keep. He stopped abruptly when she spoke and shook his head over her words. Aye she was going to be stubborn and fight him to the very end.
“I doubt our life or future together will last very long. Ye being the debaucher that ye are it willna belong before ye are sniffing under some other woman’s skirt.” She spat out contemptuously, how dare he tell her she had to accept him and their life together. He could go to hell and sup with the devil for all she cared .
His teeth ground together, he fought down his temper, aye the wench had a nasty razor sharp tongue. It sliced a man to ribbons. “I am nay debaucher, lass.” He growled out and when she scoffed he struggled not to grab hold of her and shake her. He wondered just where in the hell she heard such things about him. Well, it did matter what she thought of him, she would soon come to learn what he was really like and hopefully the insults would finally stop.
The evening ’s celebration seemed to go on forever, now she only waited for the last woman to go through the door and leave her alone. When it finally closed behind them, Dalla hurried to the trunk at the end of her bed and lifted out a small vial. She stared down at it in her trembling hand, biting her lip she was swept with an immense wave of guilt. Never before had she ever done such a cruel or nasty thing as she was about to do. However, the fact remained she could not let the despicable man, the depraved stranger who was now her husband, bed her.
She fought to remind herself continuously throughout the wedding supper that he slept with her cousin just days before he was to marry her. Just because he had been pleasant and attentive during the meal didn’t change the fact. With this in mind, she shoved the feelings of guilt aside, moved over to the table where sat two goblets and a jug of wine.
Quickly e mptying half the contents into one of the goblets before she could change her mind, she poured the wine into the both cups and after returning the flask to the trunk she waited nervously for the fornicating rat to join her. Too soon she heard the heavy footsteps approaching and she knew her time had run out and all she could do now was pray that her plan would not fail her.
No matter what punishment she would have to face tomorrow, it would be well worth it. She could
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