Capturing A Highland Knight by F.S. Hyman

it so that they would not be disturbed.
                  “Take yer clothes off,” he growled as he unlatched his claymore from his back.
                  Annabelle stood stiff glaring at him.  She watched as he began to unbutton his shirt.  He did not glance her way, expecting her to do what he said.  That brought her anger rising.
                  “Ha!  I will never take my clothes off fer ye!  Why doona ye go and find yer hure and demand she take her clothes off?  I am sure she will only be too happy to comply.  I ken that I doona want ye to touch me,” she said snidely.
                  Without saying a word, Derek strode up to her and grabbed her gown and ripped it down the middle.  Then he pulled it down her arms until it was pooled at her feet.  Too shocked to react, Annabelle just stood staring at him.
                  “Are ye mad?  Will ye force me?” she asked incredulously.
                  “If I have to, aye.  Ye are my wife and I will have ye tonight,” he said stepping back to pull his shirt over his head.
                  “Ye animal!”
                  “Aye, take off the rest of yer clothes or I will repeat my actions,” he said removing his boots.
                  Annabelle was so appalled that she did not notice that he was nearly naked.  All he had left to remove was his kilt.  She stood immobile not knowing what she should do.  She looked at the door and tried to gauge if she would be able to escape, but Derek anticipated her thoughts.
                  “Even if ye make it to the door, I will have caught ye before ye could lift the bar,” he said standing.  He was completely naked and his manhood jutted before him.
                  Annabelle caught her breath at the sight.  It finally dawned on her what was about to happen.  Her treacherous mind flashed back to their intimacy only the night before.  She shook her head to dispel the images.
                  “I willnae let ye force me, Derek,” she said quietly, trying to show courage, but she was frightened.  She knew that she would not be able to stop him, if he indeed tried to force her.
                  Derek watched Annabelle as she stood clutching her shift to her body.  She faced him, her gaze unwavering.  He stepped back up to her, towering over her to intimidate.
                  “If ye doona come to me willing, I will have nay choice.  We will consummate this union, Annabelle,” he said.  Although she stood before him defiantly, Derek looked into her eyes and saw the fear that lie beneath.  His anger instantly disappeared.  He had never forced a woman in his life, and he never would, especially his wife.
                  Seeing Annabelle so carefree with Colm angered him and his jealousy of the intimacy made him want something that Colm could not have.  Annabelle’s passion and heat.  Although he knew his friend had feelings for his wife, he was sure that Colm would never cross that line.
                  “Let’s not and say we did,” she replied back.
                  He scowled.
                  “I desire ye, Annabelle,” he reached up and ran his knuckles against her cheek.
                  Annabelle closed her eyes and tried to block out the sensation his touch invoked.
                  “Do ye also desire Eilidh?  Were ye leaving her bed when ye came to fetch me?” she asked trying to make him stop touching her.
                  Derek stiffened and his hand stopped its movement.  It fell back to his side, but he continued to look at her.
                  “I will pretend ye dinna say that,” he said through clenched teeth.
                  “Why?  Is it true?” she asked.  She held her breath for his