your pleasure.’
‘You know, it would be very much my pleasure,’ he replied. ‘In spite of your vile temper you’re a comely wench. Bedding you will not be an unwelcome obligation.’
Lara backed a pace. ‘Stay away from me!’
‘You don’t mean that.’
‘I said stay away.’
‘What are you afraid of, Lara?’
‘I’m not afraid of you.’
He advanced unhurriedly. ‘No?’
‘No.’
It was a downright lie. Just then she’d never felt so scared in her life. All the same she’d rather have died than admit it. She would also have given anything to have had a sword in her hand.
‘Then come and kiss me, sweet wife.’
‘I will not kiss you.’
‘I really would like it if you did.’
Her stomach wallowed. Then her back met the wall. Desperately she edged along it, her eyes seeking some weapon, anything that might be used to hold him off. Her leg brushed a stool. She bent and grabbed it, hurling it at his head. Finn ducked and the missile flew past, crashing against the door. She heard him chuckle. Anger temporarily replaced fear and the stool was followed by a jug and a wooden bowl. He avoided them easily and came on. Heart pounding, she retreated step by step until she reached the corner. Seeing the danger she tried to dodge away but Finn was faster, dodging in front of her, forcing her back again, forbidding escape.
‘I really would like that kiss, Lara.’
‘Never.’
‘Never is a long time.’ He moved closer, trapping her there with an arm on either side of her shoulders. ‘Too long.’
‘Don’t you dare to touch me!’
‘Do I dare?’ He contemplated it briefly. ‘Yes, I believe I do. Otherwise what a world of pleasure would be lost.’
She had no idea what he meant and didn’t care. All she could see was the face looming above hers, a handsome arresting face wearing an infuriating smile.
‘I’m warning you. Get away from me.’
‘No, for if I do that I cannot pleasure you, and I do wish to pleasure you, very thoroughly.’
The words were beyond outrage and she struck him hard. His eyes glinted. Her attempt to launch a second blow ended in a gasp as her wrist was caught in an iron grip.
‘It’s no good, Lara. You won’t drive me off as you did all the others.’
‘Let go of me.’
‘No.’
He evaded a kick. Lara struggled, writhing in his hold, every particle of her being in revolt. He held her without any undue effort. His evident enjoyment of her predicament did nothing to calm her rage.
‘How dare you treat me like this?’
‘You have chosen the method.’
‘I?’ She kicked out again and missed. ‘Don’t try to blame me for your shortcomings, you devious rogue.’
‘Harsh words, ill suited to a bride.’
‘Well-deserved words! You are a rogue—an opportunist, a pirate, a low, cunning, smooth-tongued, scheming underhanded villain.’
‘Sweet Lara, did no one tell you that you must show respect when you speak to your husband, and that you must be obedient to his wishes?’
‘You’d like that, wouldn’t you?’
‘It would have a certain novelty value, I’ll admit.’ He strode across the room propelling her towards the bed. ‘Since you will not kiss me we shall have to omit that and just retire instead.’
Her heart leaped towards her throat. ‘I will not.’
He sighed. ‘Either you can remove your clothes or I will.’
She glared at him. ‘How I hate you!’
He ignored the words as if she hadn’t spoken. ‘If I do it you will likely never be able to wear that gown again, which would be a pity. The colour suits you.’
Her chin lifted. She wanted to defy him but knew that, if she did, it would end in humiliating defeat and a ruined dress. Throwing him a look of detestation she got to her feet and with fumbling fingers began to unfasten her girdle. As it came loose she let it fall to the floor. Then she drew off the shorter overdress. She paused, her eyes meeting his.
He raised an eyebrow. ‘Keep going.’
The under-gown followed.
‘You know, it would be very much my pleasure,’ he replied. ‘In spite of your vile temper you’re a comely wench. Bedding you will not be an unwelcome obligation.’
Lara backed a pace. ‘Stay away from me!’
‘You don’t mean that.’
‘I said stay away.’
‘What are you afraid of, Lara?’
‘I’m not afraid of you.’
He advanced unhurriedly. ‘No?’
‘No.’
It was a downright lie. Just then she’d never felt so scared in her life. All the same she’d rather have died than admit it. She would also have given anything to have had a sword in her hand.
‘Then come and kiss me, sweet wife.’
‘I will not kiss you.’
‘I really would like it if you did.’
Her stomach wallowed. Then her back met the wall. Desperately she edged along it, her eyes seeking some weapon, anything that might be used to hold him off. Her leg brushed a stool. She bent and grabbed it, hurling it at his head. Finn ducked and the missile flew past, crashing against the door. She heard him chuckle. Anger temporarily replaced fear and the stool was followed by a jug and a wooden bowl. He avoided them easily and came on. Heart pounding, she retreated step by step until she reached the corner. Seeing the danger she tried to dodge away but Finn was faster, dodging in front of her, forcing her back again, forbidding escape.
‘I really would like that kiss, Lara.’
‘Never.’
‘Never is a long time.’ He moved closer, trapping her there with an arm on either side of her shoulders. ‘Too long.’
‘Don’t you dare to touch me!’
‘Do I dare?’ He contemplated it briefly. ‘Yes, I believe I do. Otherwise what a world of pleasure would be lost.’
She had no idea what he meant and didn’t care. All she could see was the face looming above hers, a handsome arresting face wearing an infuriating smile.
‘I’m warning you. Get away from me.’
‘No, for if I do that I cannot pleasure you, and I do wish to pleasure you, very thoroughly.’
The words were beyond outrage and she struck him hard. His eyes glinted. Her attempt to launch a second blow ended in a gasp as her wrist was caught in an iron grip.
‘It’s no good, Lara. You won’t drive me off as you did all the others.’
‘Let go of me.’
‘No.’
He evaded a kick. Lara struggled, writhing in his hold, every particle of her being in revolt. He held her without any undue effort. His evident enjoyment of her predicament did nothing to calm her rage.
‘How dare you treat me like this?’
‘You have chosen the method.’
‘I?’ She kicked out again and missed. ‘Don’t try to blame me for your shortcomings, you devious rogue.’
‘Harsh words, ill suited to a bride.’
‘Well-deserved words! You are a rogue—an opportunist, a pirate, a low, cunning, smooth-tongued, scheming underhanded villain.’
‘Sweet Lara, did no one tell you that you must show respect when you speak to your husband, and that you must be obedient to his wishes?’
‘You’d like that, wouldn’t you?’
‘It would have a certain novelty value, I’ll admit.’ He strode across the room propelling her towards the bed. ‘Since you will not kiss me we shall have to omit that and just retire instead.’
Her heart leaped towards her throat. ‘I will not.’
He sighed. ‘Either you can remove your clothes or I will.’
She glared at him. ‘How I hate you!’
He ignored the words as if she hadn’t spoken. ‘If I do it you will likely never be able to wear that gown again, which would be a pity. The colour suits you.’
Her chin lifted. She wanted to defy him but knew that, if she did, it would end in humiliating defeat and a ruined dress. Throwing him a look of detestation she got to her feet and with fumbling fingers began to unfasten her girdle. As it came loose she let it fall to the floor. Then she drew off the shorter overdress. She paused, her eyes meeting his.
He raised an eyebrow. ‘Keep going.’
The under-gown followed.
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