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throat, nearly gagging her. She coughed out the single word, “Buyers?”
    A smile tugged at one corner of Rusty’s mouth. His gaze traveled the length of her body, lingering on her breasts. “You an’ Jesse here are bein’ sold. Got a good price for the both of you.”
    Dakoda’s stomach twisted. The remnants of her hunger vanished. “Sold as what?” she asked slowly, though there was really no need to ask. It didn’t take rocket science to put two and two together.
    Willie Barnett flashed an evil grin. “You’ll both be performin’ for your new owners…” Reaching out, he stroked her long hair away from the back of her neck, baring her nape. “Damn shame we have to sell both of you. You sure are pretty. I wouldn’t mind a little entertainin’ myself.”
    Dakoda’s skin prickled under his nasty touch. A spike of disgust stole her breath. A knot of foreboding settled beneath her rib cage as a shiver rippled down her spine.
    She wiped her mouth with the back of her sleeve, fighting the sudden rise of nausea. “I’d fuck that cougar before I’d fuck you,” she snapped without thinking. She hated it when a man put his hands on her uninvited. Having suffered through multiple molestations as a young adult, she’d had more than enough of men pawing on her. Nobody touched her without her permission.
    Nobody quickly became somebody. And that somebody had bad intentions on his mind—and the strength to back it up.
    Barnett’s smile vanished. Jerking her out of the chair, he slammed her back against the wall. Her skull cracked the hard wall, sending a smattering of purple stars shooting in front of her eyes.
    â€œMaybe I’ll just have a little piece of you right now,” he threatened, pinning her with his weight. A blast of foul odor hit her square in the face. His teeth were stained with tobacco, and his breath was as putrid as week-old road kill.
    Dakoda struggled, writhing against him in an attempt to break free of his crushing physique. Taller and stronger, the mountain man wielded a brute’s strength with ease. Capturing her wrists, he easily pinned her arms above her head. His knee expertly moved between her legs, forcing them apart. His free hand worked the front of her uniform open.
    Realizing his intent, Dakoda felt a numbing wave of sickness reel through her mind. Nausea rose in her stomach and spread through every part of her body. Fear turned her blood to icy water.
    â€œDon’t,” she grated.
    Even as she groaned in violent protest and squirmed beneath him, the outlaw pressed in on her. “Ready to be fucked right, honey?” Willie growled as his hand cupped her left breast and squeezed. He ground his hips against hers. The hard ridge of his erection left no doubt he intended to take her right there, standing against the wall.
    The trembling started deep inside her. She tried to control it, but that wasn’t happening. All she could think about was Greg, how he’d shoved her out of harm’s way mere seconds before the outlaw pulled the trigger. In saving her life, he’d unwittingly condemned her to something far worse.
    Dakoda steeled herself for the assault to come. She’d figured rape would be on their minds, and she was right. It was inevitable, not a matter of if, but when.
    She closed her eyes, mentally distancing her mind from her body as he rolled her nipple between thumb and forefinger.
    It would be easier that way.
    I don’t have to remember this…
    A shattering roar split through her senses. Lunging forward, the big cat swiped one enormous paw across the outlaw’s back. Clothing and skin were ripped to shreds.
    Willie Barnett screamed. Pushing away from Dakoda, he whirled, aiming a vicious kick at the cougar. “Get off me, Jesse!” A stream of foul curses spilled from his mouth.
    Unwilling to back off, the cougar bared its fangs. Ears pinned