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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 break down. Rarely in her life had she felt in control, but she would control how she faced the end of her life, and this tall, rugged cowboy who made her legs tremble, pulse quicken, and breathing shallow was not going to take that away from her.
“Lizzie, are ye telling me ye will not take yer vows?”
“You’re not too bright, are you, asshole? Yes, that’s what I’m telling you. I won’t do it, and you and your buddies can’t do one damn thing about it. I hope my death is as awful as you describe and you see it every time you close your eyes.”
“Count yerself lucky, Lizzie, that I didna have soap and water to wash yer mouth out with. I’m giving ye one last chance to give me yer word ye’ll behave and say ‘I do’ when the judge asks ye.”
“Or what?” she said, trying to put as much distance between them as the small cell would allow. “You’ll paw me some more?”
“Nay, lass. I didna paw you. I gave you a taste of being pleasured by yer husband, and ye liked it. My guess is the place between yer legs is nice and wet. We’ll make sure it stays that way so as to ease the loss of yer virginity.”
“Pleasure? You disgust me.”
“Lizzie,” he reprimanded, “ye’ll nae lie to Caelan, nor me. Before I take yer maidenhead, ye’ll have come for us and be begging for my cock. And, when I’m through, Caelan will take ye, as well, and you’ll be well-loved. Ye’ll wake each morning snuggled up to a hard cock that’ll see to your needs. Ye’ll never want in that area. Real men, good men, provide for their wives in all ways. A wife who enjoys the marriage bed makes for a better wife. It is up to her husbands to see that she does.”
Something in his words woke feelings she’d long thought dead. Her mind, her soul, and her nethers felt as though a whirlwind swirled inside and all around her. The air around her was charged like it was when a twister was in the offing. Goosebumps raised all along her skin, but not from the cold.
“Bullshit! You don’t believe that any more than I do.”
Gavan shook his head again, unbuttoned the cuffs on his shirt sleeves, and began to roll them up, revealing strong, tanned arms covered with black hair. She was transfixed; she couldn’t look away. He pulled a gold pocket watch out of his trousers and checked the time.
“I guess we’d better get on with this. I’ll nay indulge yer temper. Yer going to learn from the get-go just who calls the shots and who gets her bottom spanked.”
Elizabeth picked up the empty bucket in the corner of the cell and swung it at him, only barely missing him.
“You come near me, and I’ll scream,” she threatened.
Gavan chuckled. “I suspect ye will. Most lasses caterwaul something awful when their getting their hide tanned. I mean to put a sting in your tail that will last a day or two.”
She was trying to circle around him, but misjudged how quickly he could move.
He was a big man but moved with the power and grace of a large, lethal wildcat. He closed the distance between them, seizing her hair in his fist as she tried to dart past him. Gavan used her inertia to swing her back toward the little cot where he took a seat, stripped her pants and bloomers down to her knees and tipped her over his hard thigh, using the other to trap her legs between his.
The air was cool on her exposed backside, but the place between her legs was hotter than a blacksmith’s forge. The idea of that man having his hands on her bare skin made her catch her breath; the buds of her breasts beaded, and her core begin to pulse in a way it never had before. She prayed he wouldn’t be able to tell how desperately she wanted him to make the ache and the fear go away.
Elizabeth found herself summarily upended in a position misbehaving women had been finding themselves since the beginning of time, although, it was a first for her. She wriggled in an attempt to get away but failed.
Before she could do more than that, Gavan’s strong hand pinned her down while the other collided with her naked flesh.
Elizabeth yowled from the intensity of the pain that radiated across her backside.
Gavan began to spank her, rhythmically, and with a great deal of strength. She could not believe he, or anyone else for that matter, was doing this to her. Gavan covered her backside with blow after stinging blow.
Elizabeth bit her lip to try to keep from crying. She was determined this brute would not get the better of her. The worst part was that all those lovely, tingly butterflies in her belly that erupted each time he was ne
