Semua Bab Satisfying Her Darkest Fantasies: Bab 671 - Bab 680

“We’re all set?” Reagan asked.“All set.” He crawled up on the bed beside her and took her hand. He kissed her knuckles as he stared into her eyes. “In a way, this will be like me losing my virginity.”“In a very loose interpretation of the definition kind of way,” Reagan teased.Ethan appeared in the doorway. “I figured she’d be halfway to her third orgasm by now. Were you waiting for me?”“Trey was calling the clinic to find out our test results.”Ethan’s eyebrows shot up and he swiveled his head in Trey’s direction. “And?”“I don’t have to worry about being caught without a condom ever again. We’re all clean.”“That’s good,” Ethan said, “because we have a lot of unprotected o**l s*x.”Trey laughed. “That’s true.”“Get in here and close the door,” Reagan demanded. “Take off your clothes. Take off my clothes. Ravish my body.”Reagan opened her arms wide in invitation. Trey worked on removing her shirt and bra, while Ethan removed her jeans, panties, and sandals. When they had her nak

Mary knelt down on the floor and bowed her head in her evening prayer. Her hand slipped to the small wooden cross hanging from a bit of leather around her neck, and her thumb rubbed a familiar path over the now smooth surface.For several long minutes, she whispered the words she’d recited since she was a child, and then she ended it as she always did. Please, God. Don’t let them find me.She pushed herself from the floor, her knees scraping the uneven stones. The plain, brown garb she wore signaled her place along the other novices. Though she’d been here far longer than the others, she’d never taken the vows that would complete her spiritual journey. It was never her intention.She went to the basin in the corner and poured from the pitcher of water. She smiled as she dampened her cloth, and Mother Serenity’s words came floating to mind. Cleanliness is next to Godliness.She wiped her face and started to remove her gown to extend her wash when she heard a terrible crash. Startled, s

“There’s my bride now,” Duncan said, as he turned from his conversation with the priest.His smile didn’t reach his eyes, and he studied her intently, almost as if he were warning her of the consequences if she refused.God, help me.The priest cleared his throat and focused his attention on Mary. “Are you willing?”Silence fell as all awaited her response. Then slowly, she shook her head. The priest swung his gaze to Duncan, a look of accusation in his eyes.“What is this, Laird? You told me you both wished this marriage.”The look on Duncan’s face had the priest backtracking. The priest hastily crossed himself and positioned himself a safe distance from Duncan.Then Duncan turned to her, and her blood ran cold. For such a handsome man, he was, in that moment, very ugly.He stepped toward her, grasping her arm above the elbow, squeezing until she feared her bone would snap.“I’ll ask this only once more,” he said in a deceptively soft voice. “Are you willing?”She knew. She knew that

It wasn’t until he stared back at her in astonishment that she realized she’d babbled her entire thought process aloud. The entire courtyard had gone silent and looked at her as if she’d pronounced a curse on all of them.“Alan?” she murmured, not turning away from the laird’s gaze.“Aye, lass?”“Will you catch me if I faint? I don’t think a fall to the ground would be good for my injuries.”To her surprise, he grasped both of her shoulders and held her tightly. His hands trembled the slightest amount, and he made the weirdest sound. Was he laughing at her?Edward advanced, his astonishment replaced by that dark scowl again. Did no one in the Woods clan ever smile?“Nay, we don’t,” Alan said in amusement.She snapped her lips shut, determined she wouldn’t say another word, and prepared herself for the laird’s censure.Edward stopped a single foot in front of her, forcing her to crane her neck upward to meet his stare. It was hard to be brave when she was sandwiched between two hulking

“Then I’ll discuss the matter with your laird and only your laird,” Mary said firmly. She hoped that by injecting enough strength into her voice she’d make the other woman back down. Gertie still rolled her eyes and resumed tending her fire.“Can you take me to him?” Mary asked Christina as she rose from the stool. “I really must speak to him right away.”“Of course, Lady,” Christina said in her sweet voice. “I was instructed to take you to him the moment you finished eating.”The food Mary had just consumed swirled in her gut like sour ale.“Are you nervous?” Christina asked as they descended the steps from the keep. “You have no reason to be. The laird seems gruff, and he can be stern when crossed, but he’s fair and very evenhanded with our clan.”The part that Christina left out was that Mary wasn’t part of the Woods clan, which meant that any policies about fair and evenhanded didn’t apply. But she had saved Crispen, and it was obvious that the laird loved his son. She held on to