Kendrick Neish,” he confessed. “Now please, free my child and do with me what ye will.”
Laird Kinnon smiled. Kendrick was a traitor just like his father, Murrdock Neish, and could be dealt with the same way. He could enjoy using each one of Kendrick’s sisters until he flushed out the bastard. The same way he had Murrdock. The same way he handled all those who rebelled against him, including Niall.
Tossing the girl aside with the flick of his wrist, he turned his blade on her father. Strong fingers laced over Niall’s forehead as Kinnon pulled his head back then sliced his throat open. He couldn’t have the informant infecting his new plan, nor would he tolerate disloyalty.
“Da!” Niall’s daughter screamed and fisted her hands over her mouth.
Satisfaction filled Kinnon’s chest as he met the girl’s horrified eyes. “It seems your father has met with an untimely death. As your laird, ’tis my duty to see that ye are fostered accordingly.”
He licked his lips and followed the screaming girl to the floor.
Chapter Seven
Akira awoke to Calin’s moist lips seducing hers. He tasted sinfully delicious. His warm inviting mouth aroused her senses. Until those senses fully awoke, and she realized what she was doing. She shouldn’t return his kisses so willingly, so wantonly. They were not yet wed and she wanted his respect—and the strength of his arousal pressing against her thigh had nothing to do with respect. Mam had not taught her propriety for her to lay beside this man and allow him to have his way with her.
She tried backing away, but the ground prevented her goal. “Have ye plans to rut with me now, m’laird?” she asked, displaying a congenial smile.
“By the saints, lass. There is nay reason to be so wicked so early. Try again. This time mayhap ye could say something a wee bit more pleasant.”
Akira looked past him into a gray sky and searched her mind for pleasant words. It would be pleasant if I could go home. It would be pleasant if I wasnae cursed. It would be pleasant if I dinnae enjoy the fact that your hand just slipped beneath my wool.
The man had her wanton again. “If ye dinnae remove your person from me, I’ll introduce my knee to your bollocks. I might add, this may not be pleasant for ye.”
He laughed at her threat. “Those werenae pleasant words. Try again.”
Spiteful words came easily to her. She’d known harsh words as a child and learned long ago how to deflect the jeering. No matter how many barbs she threw at Calin, he dodged them and pressed forward. Mayhap he was a good match for her. The tightness of her face smoothed into a genuine smile. She conceded to his game. “Good morrow, m’laird.”
“There. That wasnae so difficult. And my response would be: ’Tis as beautiful a morn as the vision I awoke to.” Calin smiled at her as if he’d known her a hundred years and could wake to her face a hundred more.
The man was born with a silver tongue and a reckless ability to lie with it. Not for one second did she believe he thought she was beautiful. What was his game? She’d agreed to be his wife. Why was he making such great efforts to flatter her now?
Calin continued. “And your sleepy eyes and supple lips are all a mon needs to arise in good spirits. Of course, the fact I’ve managed to untie these three pesky ribbons brightens my morn all the more.”
Now he was the one being wicked. The palm of his hand lay over her stomach while playful fingers danced circles around her navel. She wished her body would quit betraying her. The man’s closeness had her near scorched with foreign desires. She squirmed just enough that her knee brushed the base of his heavy sac causing him to flinch. She wondered if he awoke every morn in such a state of arousal. The fleeting question sent a jolt of expectancy through her mons.
Calin leaned in to kiss her, again, but she placed a finger over his lips, removed his hand from beneath her plaid and stopped him. “Why
Laird Kinnon smiled. Kendrick was a traitor just like his father, Murrdock Neish, and could be dealt with the same way. He could enjoy using each one of Kendrick’s sisters until he flushed out the bastard. The same way he had Murrdock. The same way he handled all those who rebelled against him, including Niall.
Tossing the girl aside with the flick of his wrist, he turned his blade on her father. Strong fingers laced over Niall’s forehead as Kinnon pulled his head back then sliced his throat open. He couldn’t have the informant infecting his new plan, nor would he tolerate disloyalty.
“Da!” Niall’s daughter screamed and fisted her hands over her mouth.
Satisfaction filled Kinnon’s chest as he met the girl’s horrified eyes. “It seems your father has met with an untimely death. As your laird, ’tis my duty to see that ye are fostered accordingly.”
He licked his lips and followed the screaming girl to the floor.
Chapter Seven
Akira awoke to Calin’s moist lips seducing hers. He tasted sinfully delicious. His warm inviting mouth aroused her senses. Until those senses fully awoke, and she realized what she was doing. She shouldn’t return his kisses so willingly, so wantonly. They were not yet wed and she wanted his respect—and the strength of his arousal pressing against her thigh had nothing to do with respect. Mam had not taught her propriety for her to lay beside this man and allow him to have his way with her.
She tried backing away, but the ground prevented her goal. “Have ye plans to rut with me now, m’laird?” she asked, displaying a congenial smile.
“By the saints, lass. There is nay reason to be so wicked so early. Try again. This time mayhap ye could say something a wee bit more pleasant.”
Akira looked past him into a gray sky and searched her mind for pleasant words. It would be pleasant if I could go home. It would be pleasant if I wasnae cursed. It would be pleasant if I dinnae enjoy the fact that your hand just slipped beneath my wool.
The man had her wanton again. “If ye dinnae remove your person from me, I’ll introduce my knee to your bollocks. I might add, this may not be pleasant for ye.”
He laughed at her threat. “Those werenae pleasant words. Try again.”
Spiteful words came easily to her. She’d known harsh words as a child and learned long ago how to deflect the jeering. No matter how many barbs she threw at Calin, he dodged them and pressed forward. Mayhap he was a good match for her. The tightness of her face smoothed into a genuine smile. She conceded to his game. “Good morrow, m’laird.”
“There. That wasnae so difficult. And my response would be: ’Tis as beautiful a morn as the vision I awoke to.” Calin smiled at her as if he’d known her a hundred years and could wake to her face a hundred more.
The man was born with a silver tongue and a reckless ability to lie with it. Not for one second did she believe he thought she was beautiful. What was his game? She’d agreed to be his wife. Why was he making such great efforts to flatter her now?
Calin continued. “And your sleepy eyes and supple lips are all a mon needs to arise in good spirits. Of course, the fact I’ve managed to untie these three pesky ribbons brightens my morn all the more.”
Now he was the one being wicked. The palm of his hand lay over her stomach while playful fingers danced circles around her navel. She wished her body would quit betraying her. The man’s closeness had her near scorched with foreign desires. She squirmed just enough that her knee brushed the base of his heavy sac causing him to flinch. She wondered if he awoke every morn in such a state of arousal. The fleeting question sent a jolt of expectancy through her mons.
Calin leaned in to kiss her, again, but she placed a finger over his lips, removed his hand from beneath her plaid and stopped him. “Why
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