kissed her cousin’s cheek before slipping gratefully in between the rumpled sheets and breathing in deeply, the scent of Alasdair assaulting her senses and seeming to envelop her just as completely as the sheets that Catriona tucked around her. Her eyes closed tightly, and she was asleep before her cousin had even left the room.
It seemed, to Isobel, that barely any time had passed before she felt the sheets being drawn back from her body again. Shaking her head drowsily without opening her eyes, she buried her face into the pillows and moaned softly, but the hands that were now groping painfully at her breasts and twisting her nipples were insistent, and would not allow her to drift back to sleep.
Her body tensing up, Isobel slowly realised that something was wrong. It was not Alasdair’s scent that she could smell, and the low, cruel burst of laughter that she heard did not come from his lips. With a gasp of horror, her eyes flew open as she felt the man climb onto the bed to see Douglas next to her, his eyes burning with lust as he straddled her bare body and covered her mouth with his large hand.
‘Awake now then, pet?’ he drawled, licking his lips lewdly as he shifted his hips so that his swollen cock was pushing against her. ‘You will see, Lady Isobel, that we are alone – there is no-one here to stop me doing as I wish with you; and oh, how much pleasure you are going to give to me, against your will or not!’
Twisting her head desperately to the side, Isobel managed to free her mouth from his hand as she kicked out at him. ‘Get off me!’ she hissed furiously, trying to conceal the terrible fear she felt. ‘Where is Alasdair?’
‘Where is Alasdair?’ he repeated in a mocking, sing-song voice. ‘Your precious laird is downstairs, little Isobel, and I have his full permission to be here with you.’
Isobel froze, his words sending a fresh shock of horror through her body. Her lower lip trembling, she stared up at him, not wanting to believe that Alasdair would go against what he had earlier promised and allow any of the other men to use her in such a way. Douglas lowered his head to bite her breasts with a lascivious grin, and the jolt of pain brought her back to her senses. Trying to forget the irrational tormented emotions that had filled her mind, she tried futilely to roll out from underneath him.
‘Stop it, pet!’ he snarled, slowly grinding his hips against hers so that she could feel his cock as it twitched impatiently at her opening. ‘I have been craving your lovely body ever since I first saw you, Isobel. Now, I am going to tear my pleasure from you if I have to – and I am not like Alasdair, I won’t waste time on giving you any pleasure in return!’
Shuddering in growing horror, Isobel swallowed hard. ‘B-but Alasdair said –’
‘Alasdair’s orders for me were to ensure that any child you conceive could only be his,’ Douglas interrupted with a lop-sided sneer, pushing the tip of his cock into her with a low groan and slapping her face when she tried to desperately scramble backwards, seizing a handful of her hair to pull her back towards him. ‘And that’s fine; I won’t spill my seed inside you, lass, as delightful as I am sure that would be. But Isobel, there are plenty more ways in which I can force you to pleasure me.’
As he dragged her up and seized hold of her head with both hands, Isobel suddenly realised what he meant. Regardless of whether or not Alasdair was expecting her to pleasure Douglas in such a way, she could not bear the thought of submitting to the brutish, cruel man as she did to Alasdair – for it was only Alasdair that she desired.
Fighting against him with all the energy she could summon up, Isobel screamed at the top of her voice and wrenched her head free of his hands as he tried to force it down towards his cock.
‘Bitch!’ he hissed furiously as she threw herself sideways off the bed and landed painfully on the bare floor next to it.
It seemed, to Isobel, that barely any time had passed before she felt the sheets being drawn back from her body again. Shaking her head drowsily without opening her eyes, she buried her face into the pillows and moaned softly, but the hands that were now groping painfully at her breasts and twisting her nipples were insistent, and would not allow her to drift back to sleep.
Her body tensing up, Isobel slowly realised that something was wrong. It was not Alasdair’s scent that she could smell, and the low, cruel burst of laughter that she heard did not come from his lips. With a gasp of horror, her eyes flew open as she felt the man climb onto the bed to see Douglas next to her, his eyes burning with lust as he straddled her bare body and covered her mouth with his large hand.
‘Awake now then, pet?’ he drawled, licking his lips lewdly as he shifted his hips so that his swollen cock was pushing against her. ‘You will see, Lady Isobel, that we are alone – there is no-one here to stop me doing as I wish with you; and oh, how much pleasure you are going to give to me, against your will or not!’
Twisting her head desperately to the side, Isobel managed to free her mouth from his hand as she kicked out at him. ‘Get off me!’ she hissed furiously, trying to conceal the terrible fear she felt. ‘Where is Alasdair?’
‘Where is Alasdair?’ he repeated in a mocking, sing-song voice. ‘Your precious laird is downstairs, little Isobel, and I have his full permission to be here with you.’
Isobel froze, his words sending a fresh shock of horror through her body. Her lower lip trembling, she stared up at him, not wanting to believe that Alasdair would go against what he had earlier promised and allow any of the other men to use her in such a way. Douglas lowered his head to bite her breasts with a lascivious grin, and the jolt of pain brought her back to her senses. Trying to forget the irrational tormented emotions that had filled her mind, she tried futilely to roll out from underneath him.
‘Stop it, pet!’ he snarled, slowly grinding his hips against hers so that she could feel his cock as it twitched impatiently at her opening. ‘I have been craving your lovely body ever since I first saw you, Isobel. Now, I am going to tear my pleasure from you if I have to – and I am not like Alasdair, I won’t waste time on giving you any pleasure in return!’
Shuddering in growing horror, Isobel swallowed hard. ‘B-but Alasdair said –’
‘Alasdair’s orders for me were to ensure that any child you conceive could only be his,’ Douglas interrupted with a lop-sided sneer, pushing the tip of his cock into her with a low groan and slapping her face when she tried to desperately scramble backwards, seizing a handful of her hair to pull her back towards him. ‘And that’s fine; I won’t spill my seed inside you, lass, as delightful as I am sure that would be. But Isobel, there are plenty more ways in which I can force you to pleasure me.’
As he dragged her up and seized hold of her head with both hands, Isobel suddenly realised what he meant. Regardless of whether or not Alasdair was expecting her to pleasure Douglas in such a way, she could not bear the thought of submitting to the brutish, cruel man as she did to Alasdair – for it was only Alasdair that she desired.
Fighting against him with all the energy she could summon up, Isobel screamed at the top of her voice and wrenched her head free of his hands as he tried to force it down towards his cock.
‘Bitch!’ he hissed furiously as she threw herself sideways off the bed and landed painfully on the bare floor next to it.
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