THE CAPTURE: The Marriage Diaries, Volume 6 (Invitation To Eden) Read Online Free PDF Page A

and his thighs were like vice clamps, pinning her in place despite her struggles.
    His gray eyes caught fire, their tussle clearly arousing him. Much too effortlessly he caught her wrists and held them bound in his hands. Sitting atop her, he looked formidable and intimidating, and devastatingly gorgeous. His dark hair was disheveled, the soft sable strands falling rakishly across his forehead. His broad chest was bare, his skin tan and taut. The muscles in his arms and across his abdomen flexed with the barest movement. Those tight black breeches encased his toned, sinewy thighs, and outlined the hard, impressive length of his cock.
    She was breathing hard, and his gaze settled on her heaving chest and the unbound breasts rising and falling beneath her white blouse before lifting to meet her eyes. He arched a dark brow, his expression arrogant and mocking. “Did you really think you could escape me?”
    “Did you think I would submit to you so easily?” she retorted impudently. “I am no man’s slave!”
    He laughed, the low, rumbling sound vibrating from his body, to hers, making her nipples peak tight and hard. “You’re bought and paid for, wench. You belong to me.”
    She thrashed beneath him and tried to yank her hands from his unrelenting grasp, all to no avail. “I belong to no man!”
    He smirked, so confident in his superior position as he pinned her arms above her head and leaned over her, causing his stiff erection to rub oh-so-deliciously against her mound. Even through their clothing she could feel him, so thick and long and hard, and her traitorous body responded with a rush of wet heat between her legs.
    As if he could scent her arousal, his nostrils flared and his eyes darkened to slate. “I guess I’ll just have to prove to you that I am your Master.”
    She knew his words weren’t a mere threat to make her obey, they were a promise, and she couldn’t suppress the secret thrill that coursed through her, even as she dared to defy him with a willful toss of her head. “Do you intend to claim me, right here and now?”
    “Oh, no,” he murmured, his silky smooth voice like a caress to her senses. “I’m definitely tempted, but tonight you’re going to learn a very important lesson. That you are mine . You will be whatever I want you to be. You will do whatever I ask you to, or suffer the consequences. And starting right now, I’m going to show you exactly how I deal with a slave’s insubordination.”
    With a stunning grace and agility, he quickly rose to his booted feet, tugging on her wrists as he stood so that she was pulled up, too. Before she could gain her bearings, he hefted her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and locked his arm around the back of her legs, while her upper body hung down his back, her loose hair nearly reaching the mossy ground.
    “You’re a barbarian!” she said, trying to kick her feet, which merely bounced off his taut stomach.
    “Aye, you have no idea how barbaric I’m about to get, wench.” He slid a hand up her skirt, his hot palm traveling all the way up to her bare ass. He pinched her cheek and she yelped in surprise, and his satisfied chuckle reached her ears.
    She wasn’t even close to being small and petite, but he carried her without effort or strain, the muscles across his shoulders and down his bare back flexing with each step he took. She was dizzy from dangling upside down, but at least she had a view of his gorgeous, tight ass encased in his breeches, and damned if her hands didn’t itch to smack his firm, sinewy buttocks, but resisted the impulse since she knew his own retribution would be swift and painful since he had the upper hand.
    He finally reached the cottage and once they were inside he locked the door this time. He didn’t put her down, but instead walked to that mysterious red door, opened it, and strode into the quarters.
    The interior was cool and dim, and considering her upside-down position, it was difficult to really