Love Wild and Fair by Bertrice Small Read Free Book Online Page B

pain and outrage at him and tried to escape. But, holding her down, he raised several angry red wheals on her bottom before stopping. Tossing the crop away, he raged at her. “Ye’ve led me a fine chase these last months, madame! Had Adam not been willing to wed immediately we would hae been embarrassed before every family in the district. Does it please ye to know that Fiona held the place of honor at
our
wedding?”
    Turning over, she gingerly sat up and faced him with a defiant, tear-stained face. “You bastard!” she shrieked at him. “What ye put between my legs, ye put between hers also! I’ll nae forgie ye that! Never!”
    “Little bitch!” he shouted back. “How could ye believe her? Never did I lie wi Fiona. Once she waited in my room, but Adam was wi me. He’d been hot for her for years, so I slept in his room that night while he took his pleasure of her. Never have I slept wi that she-devil!”
    “Why should I believe you? Yer bastards are scattered from one end of the district to the other! Fiona said she could have any man she wanted, and then proceeded to describe your bedroom accurately. What was I to think?”
    “Why did ye believe her over me?” he demanded. “How
could
ye lie wi me, and not believe that I love ye and would do nothing to harm ye?”
    “Liar! I hate ye! Get out of my house!”
    “Yer house? Yers? Nay, Cat. This house is part of the dowry your father gave me along wi ye. It belongs to me now, as ye belong to me.” He pushed her back onto the pillows and bent over her. “Yer my possession, Cat, as is Glenkirk, as are my horses, and my dogs. Ye are something for my pleasure. A thing on which to breed my sons. Do ye understand me?”
    She raised her arm. Catching a glitter, Patrick twisted aside as the arm moved down. He wrenched the little knife from her hand and slapped her face. “A whore’s trick, sweetheart! Is that what ye want? To be treated like a whore?”
    “I’d be a whore before I’d be yer wife, Glenkirk! No man owns me! No man!”
    He laughed. “Brave words, lass. However, since ye’ve expressed an interest, I’ll teach ye some whores’ tricks. Ye’ve not begun to be facile in bed yet. Not enough practice. But I’ll remedy that in the next few weeks.”
    “What do ye mean?” Her heart was pounding uncontrollably.
    “Why, my dear. Until I put my bairn in yer belly, ye’ll nae go home to Glenkirk. I obviously canna trust ye to wed me till then. When ye ripen wi my son ye’ll hae no other choice, will you?”
    Standing, he swiftly pulled his trunk hose off, and then flung himself back on top of her. He found her angry mouth and kissed her cruelly. Sliding down between her legs, he pulled them over his shoulders and buried his head between her legs. Her cries of terror quickly became sounds of shamed desire as his velvet tongue stroked and probed her.
    “Patrick! Patrick!” she cried. “No! Please. Oh, my God. No.”
    Desperately, she tried to escape the demanding mouth that sucked her, the insistent tongue that tortured her. His big hands held her round hips in an iron grip while he pleasured himself by sending waves of fire and pain through her. Sobbing, she tried to deny him the victory of her climax, but he forced her twice. Then, laughing, he mounted her and pushed deep within her to find his own release. She felt herself writhing eagerly beneath him. Finished, he rolled off her and said coldly, “That my dear, was lesson number one.”
    Crawling into a corner of the bed, she wept silently, her shoulders shaking with great sobs. He wanted to take her in his arms and comfort her, but Patrick Leslie was certain that the least sign of softening on his part would ruin everything. He didn’t want to break her spirit, but he would be master of his own home.
    For her part, Cat was too inexperienced to understand the subtle ways in which a woman can control her men without them knowing it. Patrick would have been surprised to know that her tears were