Dark Side Of The Laird (Highland Bound) - Plot & Excerpts
Parched, cracked lips. Swollen tongue. Raw, sore throat. I was severely dehydrated. And completely fucking aware. A flash of memory. Isabella shoving me to the ground, her vicious smile as she loomed over me, tore at my clothes. Me trying to push her away, but limbs so heavy, I barely got them off the floor. Her frowning at my cock and murmuring about how it wouldn’t work. Numbness, tugging. She cursed, then she wrenched the dagger from the loop on her belt, the blade catching the light of the candle. I thought she was going to stab me. Tried to tell her not to, but no words came. The blade came down, ending on her finger, drawing blood. She smeared it on me, then stood, and hissed that she’d seem me hang. Then she faded away. I clenched my fists, barely able to make my fingertips touch my palms. Thank God, I’d not fucked her. It was all a ruse. One she and the king had fashioned. How deep was their bond? I shivered.
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