Page 45 of Mine before Dawn
“You bastard!”
He had to let her go, but caught both wrists immediately before she could claw his face, though not before she managed to scratch him twice.
“Asha—”
“LET ME GO!”
“Christ, yer feral.”
“LET ME GO NOW!”
He finally wrestled her against him again, her hands tight behind her back, breathing hard himself now.
“Awrite! Stop wrigglin’, woman.”
“Go to hell!”
“You’d miss me. Then I'll have to come back and get ya.”
“I WOULD NOT!”
“Liar.” he muttered and the fool tried to kiss her again only to be met with the clank of her teeth.
She struggled harder and harder until she went limp again. All her strength was seeping out of her. Then ugly, broken sobs filled the room.
No graceful tears or pretty crying for Asha. The sobs only blocked her nose and shook her entire body.
James’s expression changed instantly.
“Asha…”
“I hate you,” she wept. “I hate you so much.”
He tightened his hold reflexively.
“Darlin’—”
“I’ll rub my snot all over you if you don’t let me go NOW.”
To her horror, he barked out a startled laugh.
“Go on then.”
She stared at him furiously through tears.
“I mean it.”
“Aye?” His voice dropped lower suddenly, rougher. “Woman, I’ve had a tongue between yer thighs. What’s a bit o’ snot?”
Heat exploded across her face.
“You— you dirty—”she ground out between angry sobs.
But she was still shaking.
James looked at her helplessly now.
“Stop it.”
