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The women he knew loved clutter and filled their chambers with ridiculous knickknacks, an impatient growl rumbling in his chest he dismissed his daft thoughts. Then spying the large four poster bed, he moved towards it and when he reached it, he tossed her callously down on to the mattress and stood over her, refusing to even glance at her. He couldn’t take the chance of gazing at her face, because he knew he would forget everything he wanted to say if he took one glimpse of her mesmerizing beauty.
    When she was unceremoniously tossed onto her bed, she sat up, brushed her hair out of her face, and glared at the man with insolence and with venomous intensity.
    “Ye will tell me what I want to ken and I warn ye dinna dare lie to me, wench.” He ran his fingers through his hair and stared coldly at the wall. “Firstly, I want to ken who the man Robert is and if he is ye lover.” With his hands fisted on his hips and his legs braced apart, breathing heavily, he waited for her reply.
    At his demanding question s, frowning, she bit her lip wondering if she should do what he warned her not to do and lie to him. However, seeing the cold ferocious expression on the man’s face wondered if she dared.
    It was when she didn’t answer him that he dropped his gaze to her and noticing the uncertainty in her eyes and knew that she intended to withhold the truth from him. Before he became enthralled by her, he tore his gaze away. “I warn ye, wench, that I will ken if ye speak falsely. There is an easy way to prove if he is ye lover or nay.”
    Outraged, gasping, she knew what he was suggesting and how he would find out if she lied or not, the man was a black hearted monster to threaten her in such a despicable way. “The man I love is Robert Ferguson and nay he is nay my lover, yet .” Her last word spoken with fierce defiance and apprehensively she watched the fury pour out of him, it seemed to surround her and practically swallowed her up. She became truly terrified and started inching back across the mattress.
    A roar of unmitigated rage tore from him, he dropped his eyes to her and noticing her trying reach the other side of the bed, he threw himself over her pinning her back down on the mattress and his much larger body settled over hers. “Ye are surely a daft wench and if ye even think about taking this man or any other as a lover.” A snarl curved his lips and a growl rumbled in his chest. “He would die a slow death before he even had a chance to enjoy it and ye just may join him.” It was only the anger within him that saved him from not drowning in her eyes or her beauty.
    Frantically, she struggled beneath the brute’s weight, but at his cold vicious warning her blood froze in her veins. As she stared into his cruel, black eyes, she could plainly see that he meant everything he threatened and a shiver of dread rushed down her spine. Turning her face away, she prayed with all her heart that there would be some way to stop this madness.
    The sensation of her moving beneath him, he found it impossible to stop his body catching fire and he forced himself to tear his gaze away from her face. He ground his teeth and took several deep breaths trying to control his lust, but it was damned hard. He rolled off her, lying beside her, and covered his eyes with his arm. What in the hell was he going to do, one glance at the lass and he not only lost his senses, but his body burned fiercely with lust.
     
     
     
    Chapter Five
     
    Immensely relieved once the big body no longer covered hers, Dalla shifted away and closed her eyes for a moment before quickly sitting up, she was about to jump of the bed and flee for her life when her arm was captured in a tight grip.
    When he felt her squirming , Tarrel dropped his arm away and caught the lass before she could move away. “Ye are nay leaving my sight until we are wed.” He warned her in a chilling voice.
    Alarmed, t urning to glare him, she couldn’t hide the shock or horror on