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across the lace at her bodice. He’d been no monk prior to his marriage, but losing Fiona had made him realize it was possible for a man to forswear women. Since he lost her, he’d not been tempted by a single lass.
    Except this Stewart maiden.
    But this was a special case. It didn’t count as a betrayal if his heart wasn’t engaged, did it?
    “As I recall,” he said as his fingertip skimmed the tops of her breasts, “I enjoy the sounds a woman makes when I pleasure her.”
    “Ye’d not enjoy these sounds.” She slapped his hand away. “And if ye take me, there’d be no pleasure.”
    “As a maid, ye canna know that,” he said, lifting one of the long locks of her chestnut hair to his lips and inhaling her scent. “And I dinna think ye’ll scream, not in the way ye mean, in any case.”
    “Ye’d have to tie me up and force yourself on me, because I’d fight ye, tooth and claw,” she said with assurance.
    “Now there’s a thought,” he said. “I’ve heard some lassies enjoy being tied up.”
    He could picture her in his mind, bound tight, her breasts bared, her legs splayed with her soft core wet and ready. She’d be helpless before him. He’d make her beg for release. He stood and walked to his horse to retrieve a length of rope.
    “Shall we give it a try?”
    “No!” she said, scrabbling away. “Please, no.”
    “Dinna fret, Elspeth. I’ll no’ force ye,” he crooned softly, as if she were a frightened mare. He settled beside her. “That’s no’ my way.”
    The image of her bound form faded only slightly in his mind, but not in his groin. If only he were a little more mad, it definitely could be his way. He shook off the lurid fancy and focused on the matter at hand.
    “But I do intend to tie ye to me,” he said. “We’ll travel by night, so we need to get some sleep now. And I’ll no’ find rest if I’m worried ye may be trying to hie yourself off to your betrothed.”
    He looped the rope around her waist before she could protest.
    “Where are you taking me?” she asked.
    “To my home, to Caisteal Dubh , o’ course. Though we canna take a direct route. Ye’ll be safe enough there.”
    “The Dark Castle?” she said with a shudder. “The name doesna bring me comfort. Is it haunted?”
    “No,” he said curtly. Not unless he counted the way Fiona haunted his dreams. “’Tis named for the black stone it’s made of.”
    “Not for its black-hearted laird?”
    He frowned at her. “If ye dinna make a fuss, I’ll spread my cloak for ye. Twill be more comfortable than the cave floor. Will ye be good now?”
    She nodded with obvious reluctance. “And ye’ll not…?”
    “No, lass. I’ve never taken a woman unwilling, and I’ll no’ start with ye. I give ye my word.” He grinned wickedly at her. “O’ course, there’s them who says the word of a madman isna worth shite.”
    She seemed to ponder that for a moment. “Are ye truly mad, then?”
    “D’ye think a madman would know?” he said, trying to make light of her question. He rose and fetched his cloak and warm plaid to make a pallet for them. In his mind, he still struggled to close the door on the image of her trussed up and bound, awaiting his pleasure. He’d never imagined the like before, and it made him wonder about himself. “Sometimes, aye, I think I am mad.”
    That deepened her frown.
    He slammed that door in his mind so hard the hinges rattled. Could there be any pleasure between them if she continued to stare at him so warily, as if he had two heads?
    “A man is judged by his action, so by those lights, aye, I expect I am mad. In some ways,” he admitted. “But no’ completely, ye ken. If I promise ye something, I’ll deliver. Lie down, Elspeth.”
    She stretched out on the cloak, stiff limbed and watching him as a mouse eyes a cat.
    “Turn on your side.”
    She bit her lip, but she did as he bid. Rob knotted the other end of the rope around his own waist and lay down behind her.
    “Lift your