No response, not even a slant of her eyes. She needed to learn he was not to be ignored. He was to be obeyed. That started now.
“Lizzie, I’m Gavan MacLean. Judge Abernathy has decided to commute yer sentence.”
Still nothing. Well, fuck. That should have gotten a reaction. It seemed his bride to be was going to become Mrs. MacLean and lose her virginity with a bright red backside.
“Lizzie, when I speak to ye, I expect ye to pay attention and answer me,” he said sharply.
Slowly, she released her folded-up legs, stretched them out, and turned to face him, sitting with her feet on the floor and her hands gripping the edge of the cot.
His eyes were riveted to her. She was a terrible bit of beauty. And she would soon be his, his and Caelan’s.
The eyes she turned to him were haunted and, for a moment, she looked broken. Then, she straightened her spine, stuck her chest out, and gathered herself.
“First, asshole, my name isn’t Lizzie. Second, I don’t much care what that old windbag did and, third, I don’t give a shit who you are, or what you expect. So, as I’m scheduled to swing in less than twenty-four hours, how about you just fuck off and die?”
“That’s enough, lass.”
Gavan hadn’t anticipated open hostility. After all, he’d just told her she wasn’t to die. He stifled the urge to smile and rub his hands together. Yes, taming Lizzie was going to be challenging, inordinately satisfying, and pleasurable. He imagined she’d be spending a fair amount of time over his knee, in the corner, or in their bed. Or, better yet, on her knees sucking one of their cocks while the other one plowed her from behind before they swapped ends. Aye, she needed to understand she would mind them, or pay the price for her disobedience.
“Ye’d better start caring, very much, what I expect from you,” Gavan barked at her.
He wasn’t a fool. He’d been sure that spanking Lizzie would be integral to her taking her wedding vows. It was a shame she’d lose her virginity with a red and swollen arse, but there was no help for it. She’d been on her own too long, unfettered by convention, or even a steadying influence. He and Caelan were going to have their hands full in more ways than one. Lizzie had a set of tits that would do nicely in that regard; her arse, too, for that matter.
She was built for pleasure. Their Lizzie was tall with an hourglass figure, long, shapely legs that could wrap around a man when he was giving her a good fucking, and an arse made for fucking, spanking, or both. He’d been having fantasies about the future Mrs. MacLean since the first moment he laid eyes on her. He wanted to kiss those lips, drawing the lower one into his mouth to nibble and suck. He also very much wanted to see them surrounding his cock, or Caelan’s, as one of them fucked her mouth. Caelan would be the one to teach her to suck cock. Gavan was looking forward to that; Caelan was an excellent instructor.
The two men had shared more than one woman over the years. With the exception of Bethany, all had flourished under their care. Bethany had been the young bride of their nearly decrepit commanding officer. They were caught red-handed with their pants down, quite literally. Even though she had arranged for them to be caught and had enjoyed the attentions of many others, she’d cried foul. They’d just been the two who were caught.
Bethany had been a selfish little social climber. She had thought she would use Gavan to become the wife of a laird. She had extricated herself from the scandal when she realized Gavan was the second son and wouldn’t inherit. It had taken all of Gavan’s titled father’s considerable influence to keep the Army from charging them both with buggery before summarily dismissing them.
Instead, Bethany had stood by, allowing them to be dishonorably discharged. Gavan’s father never spoke to him again. When Gavan had tried to return to the family estate to attend his father’s funeral, his older brother, then Laird of the Clan MacLean, had barred him from attending.
“What are you going to do, asshole?” she said. “Have me arrested, tried, convicted, and sentenced to die a second time?”
It had been hard to keep his distance during her trial. Time and again, when the lost little girl behind the flinty façade of the outlaw queen had peeked out, it had been hard not to lose another piece of his heart to her, hard not to want to save her, and hard just being constantly hard. His cock wanted what it wanted, and what it wanted was to sink into her wet heat and watch Caelan’s do the same. If he closed his eyes, he could practically hear her moaning with desire.
“Nay, lass, yer not going to swing.” He let his words hang in the air.
She said nothing but looked at him. Her emotions played across her face, from hope to fear to anger to resignation and back again.
“Why not? Who the hell are you?” she asked, getting off the bed in an aggressive manner.
He chuckled. “I suppose some might call me yer fiancé.”
“My what?”
“Ye heard me. The judge has agreed that, in exchange for my marrying ye and taking ye away from here, he will spare yer life.”
“I don’t give a damn what you and that fat bastard have planned. I’m not marrying you, or anybody else.”
Gavan unlocked and entered her cell. Like any other caged and cornered animal, she backed away as he stepped forward, softly saying, “What I have planned, Lizzie, is take yer maidenhead and ride ye long and hard, and then watch my partner do the same. Didna worry, ye’ll come hard. We’ll always see to yer pleasure too. Ye’ll love it, me and Cae will make sure of
