Captured by a Laird by Loretta Laird Read Free Book Online

wrestle with the revelations.
    “Your food is spoiled,” Stref gestured to the upset tray that adorned the floor.
    “I hunger not,” she shook her head.
    “May I know your name?” Stref asked.
    “Erm… Milly,” the captive retorted quickly.
    “Milly, you will remain my prisoner until your champion comes to save you. I will then have him answer for his crimes.”
    “He will not come,” she said softly. “Rwenor’s safety is more important than mine.”
    Stref laughed a short humourless laugh. “I think I know men better than you, and I say he will come. He has already had a night without the comfort of your body to warm his bed. Even now, he will be planning your release.”
    “A real man would not put the safety of his clan before the desires of his flesh.”
    “How many real men do you know?” Stref asked his voice dropping to a dangerously low tone.
    The rosy flush that stained the cheeks of the woman on his bed caused Stref’s manhood to spring to life once more. This whore really did have him undone. He considered taking her just to satisfy his lustful curiosity, but that was not the way he treated women. He liked it when they wanted him, begged him, and whilst he was confident that this girl could be easily persuaded, he did not trust her enough to lose control over a pair of smouldering eyes.
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    Lena searched Stref’s face for a hint of malice in his words, but she only saw genuine curiosity, and something that caused her body to tighten and her breath to catch in her throat. Lena may not have known a man in the intimate way that Stref Harris thought her capable, but she knew when a man looked at her that way, what his mind was imagining. Since her early youth, men had been eying her in that way. Lena noticed the subtle darkening of Stref’s eyes as he stared at her. An escape plan began to form in her head; one that she may live to regret.
    Lena stuck her tongue out and ran it over her dry lips. She fixed her gaze to the man before her and followed her tongue with a slight nibble of her teeth. Her nerves were on edge and yet she could not tear her eyes from him. Lena noticed Stref move from one foot to the other, a slight twitch pulsed at the side of his neck as he clenched his teeth. These small gestures gave her the confidence to proceed. Adjusting her position, Lena lowered her shoulders and pushed her ribs forwards, knowing her breasts would strain on the thin material of her garment. Lena stood and took small, slow steps towards her captor.
    “Maybe there has been some misunderstanding.” She tried to lower her voice to a husky whisper. “Maybe I do not really know how a real man thinks.”
    Stref’s fists balled at his sides as Lena stood before him. She took a deep breath ready to commit to the course of action she may have foolishly decided to pursue.
    A sudden sound at the window caused Lena to scream. She reached out instinctively, and grabbed the man before her. The screeching of Pride as he battered helplessly against the bars and then took flight, circling the tower with desperate cries, caused Lena’s heart to palpitate, the sound of it rang in her ears. The rise and fall of her breasts pushed against Stref’s chest, causing her nipples to harden at the contact. She felt hot, and the pulsing heat that seemed to fill her when he was near, started to pool between her legs.
    A low growl made Lena shudder as she raised her face, longing for another taste of the lips that had claimed hers earlier.
    “Ask me,” Stref demanded.
    “Kiss me,” Lena breathed, obeying him without question.
    Stref’s lips came down hard and fast. His tongue darted into the moist warmth of her mouth, claiming her with a dominant fury. Lena pulled herself close to him, bringing her body alongside his. Her hands snaked around his head bringing him down to her, fully absorbing him into her embrace. Warning bells sounded in her head, but it was too late, Lena felt the hard length of Stref’s arousal.