Of all the daft notions. Brenna seethed silently as Montgomery ran his fingers over and down her back. If fighting him would do any good at all, she would fly out of the tub and hurl herself at him. But, even without the chains and manacles, he was too large. Too powerful. Too masculine. He loomed over her, his big body with its wide chest and long muscular legs eclipsing everything else in the room. Wearily, she slumped forward and leaned her head on one side of the tub, fuming that she had to submit to his ministrations. She had planned to state her case with some form of dignity, but instead had attacked him like an animal. Her brain felt foggy and bewildered. This past month she’d become more and more frightened, terrified she’d be living in chains, dirty, exhausted, and helpless, for the rest of her life. Despair welled inside her as he ran his large hands over her shoulders. She hated that they felt good; the calluses on his fingertips rasped her skin, cleansing away the feel of grime.
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