breasts
rubbed against his chest and their mouths almost
touched.
“ I call you wife because
that is who you are to everyone else, my wife. I call you Olivia
when we are alone. When you are in my arms and I am buried deep
inside your heat, then you are the passionate feverish woman that
belongs to me,” he said with his deep voice.
Olivia had chills run down to her toes
and she could not resist herself as she softly touched her lips to
his. She quickly pulled back remembering that they were in view of
most of the clan.
“ Damn you! You make me
forget myself,” she whispered turning head away.
He took her by the chin and turned her
to face him. Camden thoroughly kissed her mouth with no regard to
anyone that may have been watching. Olivia belonged to him and
everyone witnessed the masculine display of possession.
Hundreds of miles away, the evil
villain that had planned the entire demise of the Sinclair clan was
sitting at the large table inside his crumbling fortress. The
deception of Lorna marrying the old Sinclair man had gone smoothly
and the attack on the drunken clan was executed perfectly except
for one ill-fated mistake. Camden lived and the Highland warrior
would certainly seek vengeance.
This sinister criminal, Laird Malcolm
MacKay, was enraged with his sister Lorna when he got word that
Camden had not been killed on the wedding night. Malcolm knew he
should not have trusted a woman to do a man’s job but the MacKay
laird had no other way of having his plans come to life. Poor
Lorna, he thought, if she only knew that she too, would be a victim
in this little charade. She would be taking the fall for this
horrible attack on the Sinclairs.
Malcolm MacKay had been sure that he
was nowhere close to the Sinclair land during the wedding massacre
so that he would not be held responsible for the grisly butchering.
Now that it was over, he planned to come in and rescue the
Sinclairs by getting rid of his own sister. The people would love
him and then he would be the laird over all. Now, Malcolm sat
drumming his fingers on the cold stone table and bearing a wicked
grin while he thought of a way to kill the bastard Camden so he
could finish his plan.
Chapter Six
Six days had passed since Laird
Sinclair had made his plans known to the new clan. Things seemed to
be running smoothly as the warriors trained the men and tested
their bodies for endurance and strength. Olivia was getting anxious
about the letter she had sent to Ella almost a week past. She hoped
that her plan had already been set in motion.
Broderick continued to follow Olivia
around where ever she went and this annoyed the beautiful countess
to the edge of her limits. Never before had she felt like a
prisoner in the wide-open air. Olivia tried to reason with her
husband but this subject seemed to be where he was most stubborn.
Camden refused to gamble with her safety. So all day, every day,
the massive man with dark hair and dark eyes shadowed her every
move.
Most of the days, Olivia was consumed
with organizing the small village and working with the women to
provide for the men. Today though, she had caught a glimpse of the
men training in the field and her heart skipped a beat as Olivia
watched Camden easily rule the battle. Her husband was truly an
amazing combatant and she would love to have a chance to duel a
sword with him.
When she headed towards the small
field, Olivia noticed her legs were moving but she was not touching
the ground anymore. The giant brute behind her had grabbed Olivia
by the shoulders and lifted her up to stop her from walking in to
the battling men.
“ Broderick, put me down,
damn it!” She yelled.
“ I am sorry m’lady but you
cannot go down there,” he explained.
Olivia used her foot and kicked it back
into Broderick sensitive manhood and he instantly dropped her to
the ground. The countess did not feel a bit sorry for the crumpled
oaf that panted on the cold earth behind her. She hoped Broderick
had learned
rubbed against his chest and their mouths almost
touched.
“ I call you wife because
that is who you are to everyone else, my wife. I call you Olivia
when we are alone. When you are in my arms and I am buried deep
inside your heat, then you are the passionate feverish woman that
belongs to me,” he said with his deep voice.
Olivia had chills run down to her toes
and she could not resist herself as she softly touched her lips to
his. She quickly pulled back remembering that they were in view of
most of the clan.
“ Damn you! You make me
forget myself,” she whispered turning head away.
He took her by the chin and turned her
to face him. Camden thoroughly kissed her mouth with no regard to
anyone that may have been watching. Olivia belonged to him and
everyone witnessed the masculine display of possession.
Hundreds of miles away, the evil
villain that had planned the entire demise of the Sinclair clan was
sitting at the large table inside his crumbling fortress. The
deception of Lorna marrying the old Sinclair man had gone smoothly
and the attack on the drunken clan was executed perfectly except
for one ill-fated mistake. Camden lived and the Highland warrior
would certainly seek vengeance.
This sinister criminal, Laird Malcolm
MacKay, was enraged with his sister Lorna when he got word that
Camden had not been killed on the wedding night. Malcolm knew he
should not have trusted a woman to do a man’s job but the MacKay
laird had no other way of having his plans come to life. Poor
Lorna, he thought, if she only knew that she too, would be a victim
in this little charade. She would be taking the fall for this
horrible attack on the Sinclairs.
Malcolm MacKay had been sure that he
was nowhere close to the Sinclair land during the wedding massacre
so that he would not be held responsible for the grisly butchering.
Now that it was over, he planned to come in and rescue the
Sinclairs by getting rid of his own sister. The people would love
him and then he would be the laird over all. Now, Malcolm sat
drumming his fingers on the cold stone table and bearing a wicked
grin while he thought of a way to kill the bastard Camden so he
could finish his plan.
Chapter Six
Six days had passed since Laird
Sinclair had made his plans known to the new clan. Things seemed to
be running smoothly as the warriors trained the men and tested
their bodies for endurance and strength. Olivia was getting anxious
about the letter she had sent to Ella almost a week past. She hoped
that her plan had already been set in motion.
Broderick continued to follow Olivia
around where ever she went and this annoyed the beautiful countess
to the edge of her limits. Never before had she felt like a
prisoner in the wide-open air. Olivia tried to reason with her
husband but this subject seemed to be where he was most stubborn.
Camden refused to gamble with her safety. So all day, every day,
the massive man with dark hair and dark eyes shadowed her every
move.
Most of the days, Olivia was consumed
with organizing the small village and working with the women to
provide for the men. Today though, she had caught a glimpse of the
men training in the field and her heart skipped a beat as Olivia
watched Camden easily rule the battle. Her husband was truly an
amazing combatant and she would love to have a chance to duel a
sword with him.
When she headed towards the small
field, Olivia noticed her legs were moving but she was not touching
the ground anymore. The giant brute behind her had grabbed Olivia
by the shoulders and lifted her up to stop her from walking in to
the battling men.
“ Broderick, put me down,
damn it!” She yelled.
“ I am sorry m’lady but you
cannot go down there,” he explained.
Olivia used her foot and kicked it back
into Broderick sensitive manhood and he instantly dropped her to
the ground. The countess did not feel a bit sorry for the crumpled
oaf that panted on the cold earth behind her. She hoped Broderick
had learned
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