He had her trapped, pressed into the back wall as he brought his hand up to cup her bottom for the first time. God, she felt even better than she looked. He couldn’t wait to have her naked and writhing in his arms. Her nostrils flared, and he watched as the real woman peeked out from behind the mask; shocked, to be sure, but intrigued and aroused, as well.
“In time, I plan to have my cock planted deep in yer cunny while Caelan, that’s my partner, takes yer arse.”
Her eyes widened, and her breathing became shallow and unsteady as he brushed his hand across her nipples, flicking and then pinching them through the fabric of her shirt. She moaned and swayed against him. No doubt about it, their Lizzie was a woman of fire and passion.
They would give Lizzie a positive outlet for all that fire and passion. Gavan’s palm was literally itching to feel her naked bottom underneath it; his cock was becoming unbearably hard at the thought of mounting her and feeling her sheath convulse in orgasmic splendor as he breached her for the first time and shattered her maidenhead.
“Have ye ever watched someone hang?” he whispered. “Unless the hangman is very good at his job, yer neck won’t snap, ye’ll be left to strangle, twisting slowly in the wind. Ye’ll lose control of your bodily functions and will pee and shit yerself. It’s not a pleasant way to die.”
“What your suggesting is perverse and would pretty much amount to the same thing,” she said, recovering her composure.
“Nay, lass. I can see yer intrigued. Ye should be. Caelan and I will see to all yer needs. We’ll keep you warm and happy. Ye ken be happy, if ye allow yerself to be. Besides, ye have no choice. I want yer word that ye’ll take yer vows when the judge comes to perform the ceremony.”
She shook her head. “No and, even if you make me, I’ll gut you the first chance I get.”
Choosing to ignore her, he said, “Ye’ll do nothing of the sort. You either behave, or your first spanking may be with an audience.”
ELIZABETH
Who was this asshole? Why did she find it difficult to breathe when he was so near? She recognized him as the dark one from the trial, but she’d never had such a visceral reaction to a man. The feeling of his hand gently squeezing her bottom sent jolts of arousal into her nether regions. She’d have rubbed her legs together to ease the ache if he hadn’t managed to get one of his thighs between her own.
His thigh was hard and bespoke of power, as did the hard length that was confined by his trousers. When he moved his hands across her breast, it was all she could do to keep her knees from buckling. She wondered if he had any idea how much she longed to feel him stroke every inch of her body, inside and out.
Gavan MacLean was a tall, heavily muscled man who looked like he’d be more at home in a military uniform than in chaps, boots, and a hat. Black hair, mostly clean shaven, dark eyes, and a voice that could melt molasses. His accent and bearing combined to have her all but melting against him.
Although still a virgin, Elizabeth had more than a passing knowledge of sex. Indians were far more open about the physical aspects of married life, and the men in her gang had often had their sweethearts, or prostitutes, up to their camp. She’d seen more than one man’s cock slip between a woman’s thighs, seen her arch her back and cry out in ecstasy. Often, Elizabeth had pretended to be asleep, but had rubbed and tugged at her nipples and the little bundle of nerves at the apex of her legs, never quite achieving that ultimate satisfaction.
MacLean had strong hands, she wondered what it might be like to have his hands on her body in place of hers. Would she finally obtain that goal? Would she hear him grunt and groan as he worked his body between her thighs before spending himself in her? Would something as large as the member she felt lodged between them fit deep inside her?
Her bad luck had started as a child and had continued almost non-stop, resulting in her being captured by that toad of a sheriff, the man who had suggested she whore herself for him. She’d sooner have bitten his cock off than sucked it, and the very idea made her want to vomit. But sucking the hard length pressed against her? That might be a different story altogether. She’d seen one of the prostitutes doing that, and the man involved had been groaning in ecstasy. But a cock up her bottom hole? No way.
The sheriff had thrown her into jail. She’d waited for her men to come to her rescue, but they never had. Like everyone else in her life, they had abandoned her. If she was going to be saved, she’d have to do it, herself.
She’d been made to suffer through that farce of a trial. Why had they bothered? Everyone had known what the outcome would be. The whole town pitied her, but not enough to help when it might have made a difference.
“Ye don’t really have a choice, lass,” he said, gently stroking down her spine and giving her bottom a lingering caress as he backed off. “The judge cares about ye and doesn’t want to see ye hanged.”
“Really?” she snapped, his physical separation breaking her reverie. “Where was he when my folks were killed? When I was thrown into the orphanage? Or how about when I got tossed out and the only work I was offered was on my back with my legs spread? And, now, I’m supposed to spread them for you to ease his conscience and your lust? Oh, fuck no.”
Elizabeth took a deep breath, willing herself not to
