Captured

An eBook By Terri Pray.

"Who was it, a local farm lad fumbling for a touch, to see if you were as willing as that sister of yours?" The cruel lines of his smile only infuriated her.

"No, it was the Raven."

One eyebrow arched upward, his fingers steepling. "I see. The highwayman was it? And he only stole a kiss. How foolish of him. He could have sampled you deeply, then stolen you away."

"Perhaps I didn't interest him in that way, or he was only acting to silence me so I would not cry out and waken the family." She had told herself that a dozen times over since their meeting in the stables.

"I doubt the Raven is a blind man, and it would take one with no sight not to be interested in the fire filled delights beneath the cloak of ice you wrap yourself within." Davien's gaze held hers. "How did you meet him?"

"He was stealing a horse from our farm. I'm not sure why, and we didn't stop to exchange pleasantries." She'd grabbed the pitchfork before she'd even had the chance to realize who it was that had entered the stable. Waved it toward him, growling for him to leave the farm.

How easy it had been for him to take the weapon from her arms and pin her to the side of the wall. He'd growled, telling her that had a man threatened him thus he'd be pinned there by the very steel prongs she'd threatened him with, but he'd be taking a different reward from her.

"I see, and you stumbled in on him?"

"Yes," she murmured. Her lips tingled at the memory of his kiss, the feel of his breath against her body, the scent of sweat, leather and steel.

"Well now, perhaps he planned to reclaim you one day. A pity he left it so long, but his folly is to my benefit." He nodded, more to himself than anyone else. "The stockings, remove them."

"I... " The order took her off guard, but the protest died on her lips. Silently she shifted her feet out from under her body, lowering her gaze quickly as she sought out the edge of her woolen stockings. Her fingers shook, the stockings catching under her nails as she eased them down from her thighs. The tight, carefully woven garters and the thick woolen stockings were soon set to one side on the thick rug.

"Good, you're learning to obey me without the need for a discussion. I doubt that will apply to every order I give you. I'm no fool, but a habit once formed is difficult to break." He spoke almost as though he might have been discussing the training of a horse rather than another human being.

She tried to hide the anger that blazed in her eyes, lowering her gaze in the attempt to keep him from seeing it.

"Angry? Of course you are, you'd have to be a piece of stone not to be upset by my plans. Or a whore willing to do anything for the right coin. Only in this case there is no coin, no piece of silver or frippery for you to earn. Just a life before you as my property. Amusing when you think about it."

Amusing? She was a source of entertainment for him?

"Take off the shift, fold it neatly to one side then kneel with your thighs parted."

She blanched, hands knotting on her thighs. That would reveal everything to his view. Her most hidden parts, the tender inner lips that no man had seen before. "I can't," she stammered, shaking her head.

"You can and you will."

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