How dare she stand there looking all sweet and innocence when she married the man who’d destroyed everything he’d believed in? “Have you nothing to say?” Her shrug pushed his control to the snapping point. Rebecca had pledged herself for all eternity to the man Ian wanted dead with every fiber of his being. Artair had the right to kiss those full lips, to touch that tempting body. Had she borne him children? Had she nurtured his seed in her womb and given him a child to carry on the MacKay line? Had she gifted Artair with the one thing Ian always wanted but was denied—a family? A raging jealousy weighed as heavily on Ian as his need for justice. He should be disgusted with himself for wanting her, for desiring a woman who’d spread her thighs for Artair MacKay. She was damaged goods, spoiled by the touch of a man who wasn’t worthy to lick a true Highlander’s boots.
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