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wouldn’t touch her, only when she was legally his and then he planned to caress every delectable inch of her.
    Another thought entered his head and he frowned darkly, who was this man she professed to love? Suddenly, a sickening notion swept through his mind and he became consumed with rage. Without realizing it, his arm tightened around her squeezing her waist. The very moment they were back at her home, he would find out the truth.
    If he found out that she had given herself to this man she professed to love and she was no longer innocent, he would kill the thieving son of a bitch. And as for her, he didn’t know what he would do with her. One thing did know though, he was certainly going to learn the truth and what he might do with it, well he would decide when he had it.
    When the lass seated in front of him started to thrash and dig her nails into his arm, he suddenly realized he was squeezing her to hard and she couldn’t breathe. He slackened his hold slightly and glared at the top of her head. He would uncover the truth even if had to bed her to get it. Be damned if he would let any wench cuckold him especially, his bride.
    Though he intended to wait until after the vows were spoken to make love to her, the situation had now changed. If she did not admit the truth freely, he’d have no other recourse than to find it out for himself. No woman would make a fool out of him and he scowled. At the moment, he was unable to decided what he would do if he found out she was no longer innocent. His mouth tightened in a grim line, he had to suppress the urge to demand and answer right now. With and effort he clamped his jaw shut. Now was not the time to have such a discussion.
     
    Frightened when her breath was being squeezed out of her, Dalla fought to free herself from pressure. His arm was like a steel band squeezing every bit of air out of her and she had to do it before she passed out. Desperately she dug her nails into his wrist, it took a few moments before his hold eased and she closed her eyes and drew in long deep breathes. She promised herself that once she was home, she would find some way to escape the fiend.
    Never would she marry this man. Never. Never. Never.
    From the moment she’d been roughly tossed her on the horse and forced up against the hard, unyielding body behind her, she ignored not only him, but also the large bearded man that rode beside them. She dismissed his rude stares and sat stiffly with her chin in the air, while her mind frantically thought of one plan after another, anything that would get her out the horrendous predicament she now found herself in.
    Now that she could breathe more easily she could think clearly. If only Robert hadn’t gone off to Edinburgh, he would surely help her, but he wasn’t here and it would be up to her to find some way she could prevent marrying this man. Would her father believe her when she informed him that her betrothed had slept with Lisa? It would certainly be something she could try.
    Whether it worked was an entirely different matter though, but surely her papa would be just as disgusted as she was and break the contract. She would do it the first opportunity that presented itself because at the moment she couldn’t think of anything else that would save her from this terrifying nightmare.
    A nightmare that would most assuredly get worse as the months and years swept by. Her shoulders sagged at the prospect of living such a hellish life, but before it could drown her, she thrust up her chin and stiffened her shoulders. They weren’t married yet and there was still a chance she could escape such a despicable, atrocious future.
    She would let no man defeat her or shame her, especially this fornicating pig. If he thought for one moment she would ever accept such a lifestyle, he was swiftly going to learn she wouldn’t. The very second he turned a lustful eye on another woman she would return home to her father. She hoped it would disgrace him