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She was totally at my mercy
I crossed own she wore A rich royal blue encased her, hinting she was high born and untouchable The only thing was, I’d already touched her Hurt her
Her stiff petticoats and silky goouldn’t protect her I’d proven that fact Her dress showed evidence ofand fabric hanging in rags off her shoulder
I wasn’t sorry I’d destroyed such a pretty dress
She’d refused to step froe
So I’d helped her out
Roughly
“Put down my sword”
“Come any closer and I’ll cut you,” she hissed
I chuckled “I’d like to see yer try”
She bared her teeth Such pretty white teeth Perfect for s men like me
I splayed , hwayundy and taupe, was nowin the dirt beneath trees while waiting for fat little paydays to co
“If you hadn’t chased away e, you could’ve taken my dowry It was substantial”
“So yer were off to be ue sounded so uncultured and wild colish tone She should know that the Scots didn’t take kindly to the English running around their countryside, especially considering the year was closer to 1740 instead of 2020 “Who are yer ?”
“None of your business”
“It’s become my business now that yer’ve beco off when yer don’t show up at the altar”
Her nose tipped up, sending h her hair “I’m not your property And if you truly want to know, his name iseh, Alexander”
“Alexander what?”
“U for Gaelic surnames “Mackenzie”
“Mackenzie” I senuity “That bastard? Nae I have athat old codfish”
Her lips twitched, but she stayed in character, brandishing the sword as I stepped closer, pushing her against the weed-covered stone wall “Stop, scoundrel”
“Scoundrel?” I licked ht? Cad? Rake?”
“It was cur But you fit all of them”
“If yer already think so lowly of ain, willingly allowing the blade tip to press against rew thicker beneath my kilt, free to harden without underwear to make me ache
“I’ll run you through if you touch me”
“No, yer won’t” I s “I have another sword to give yer” Lifting my kilt, I revealed just howinside yer, princess”
Her arth wobbled a little Lust flushed her pretty porcelain cheeks