Page 111 of Dark Seduction

Her shoulders were rigid. “How dare you refuse us.”

He went into her mind. She was dripping wet and riding him, shouting in pleasure. He walked up to her and raised his bound wrists over her head. Then he slid his arms down so she was in his bound embrace, locked there, and he pushed his cock against one hip.

She trembled.

“I ken ye have missed me,” he murmured, lust now fueling his anger. “Admit it.”

“You refused our summons,” she gasped. “Your fate is hanging by a thread.”

“Is it?” He laughed. “I dinna care if ye take my head, Joan. I dinna care if the king takes it.” He lowered his arms and rubbed the rope against her swollen mons.

She gasped and leaned back against him, throbbing against the abrasive cord. “How dare you…”

“Did ye bring me here to converse?” he murmured, moving his mouth against her ear. As he did, he shifted her away from the hearth.

“You know what I want,” she said harshly, her tone still filled with anger. “If you ever refuse me again—”

He pushed her to the wall and used one thigh to spread her until she rode the muscles there. “Ye dinna own me, Joan. Dinna ever mistake it. Ye have my favors only if I wish to give them. An’ I am in the mood to give them tonight.”

She was shaking wildly now. “Hurry, Ruari!”

He smiled and rubbed himself against her buttocks. “Untie the cords.”

She instantly fumbled to obey. When his hands were free, he lifted the chemise out of his way and seized her sex. She began to pant, moisture dripping.

“But as randy as I be, I need a favor from ye in return fer my favors.”

“What?” she gasped, outrage mingling with desire.

He lifted one of her legs high with his thigh, bent and pushed his huge head against her very wet, throbbing heat. “Ye want this to come in ye? Ye free Malcolm. Ye free him now.”

She trembled in fury. “I negotiate with no one!”

He laughed and pushed a mere inch inside her. “Really?”

She gasped, moaning, trying to wriggle down his length.

He stepped away from her.

It took her a moment as she stood pressed against the wall, shaking and near climax. She whirled and struck his face. He just shook his head, amused, and stripped off his leine.

She looked at him and choked on a sob. “How dare you bargain with me now!”

He flicked his hand over his length. “Order the guards to free him.”

She watched him playing with himself. “He is the king’s prisoner.”

He gave her a look. “Do ye nay wish to fuck all night? Do ye nay remember that I never tire, never slacken? Do ye nay wish to put yer tongue here?”

Tears rolled down her face. “I can make you pay dearly, Ruari.”

He ignored that. “I want to make ye come, Joan. I want to make ye come a hundred times.” She gasped, and he knew she would come the moment he touched her. “But my duty is to my nephew. We both ken ye can control yer husband when ye wish to. Release Malcolm.”

She was flushed with arousal and breathing so hard it was a moment before she spoke. “I believe you don’t care if you die. But you must know that I can release him today and imprison him tomorrow.”

“Yer right. I am an old, tired man who doesna care if he dies at yer hand or the king’s.” He wanted her to make up her mind. He was ready to go inside her now and enjoy himself immensely.

She understood what he meant instantly. Her eyes widened.