Jacq's Warlord by Delilah Devlin & Myla Jackson

Author:Delilah Devlin & Myla Jackson [Unknown]
Language: eng
Format: epub

Chapter Twelve

Jacq yelped. Her next reaction was just as instinctive. Grabbing for the arm attached to the hand on her shoulder, she bent at the hip and attempted to roll her attacker over her shoulder.

He didn’t budge.

So she jabbed her elbow sharply backward into his gut.

However, instead of releasing her he snagged his arm around her, pulling her back against him. “Are you through playing games, Jacq?” The voice, gravelly and low next to her ear, made her shudder with relief.

Before she could respond, he clamped his hand around her wrist and dragged her behind him, running farther into the forest, lengthening the distance between them and the camp.

She ran behind him, her breath rasping harshly at his pace until he halted suddenly, causing her to run into him.

He dropped her hand and turned to face her.

Moonlight filtering through the trees, gave Jacq her first good look at Rufus’ face, but his expression didn’t calm her already jangled nerves.

Her mind raced, trying to find the words to soothe his anger. “Now Rufus, I can see you’re angry. If you would just—”

He took a step toward her, his face a hard, implacable mask, his jaw set with determination.

“I think I’ll just wait to talk to you when you’re a little less upset,” she said. She turned to run, but didn’t get farther than two steps before he spun her roughly around.

He pulled her toward a fallen tree, and sat, yanking her until she lay facedown across his bent knees.

Shocked, she reared up, craning her face around to look at him. “You’re not going to do what I think—”

His mouth tightened into a flat line before he pushed her head down. One arm anchored her in position as his hand dove beneath her tunic and tugged at the waist of her braies until the ties gave. He then pulled them down until she felt the chill night air against her bottom.

Whomp!

“Oooww! That hurts,” she protested.

Whomp!

“Don’t you think I’ll ever forgive you—”

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Whomp!

“Why, you miserable tyrant!” she screeched. Jacq struggled to escape his iron hold, but his heavy arm and the tangled fabric of her trousers kept her trapped.

His palm met her tender flesh again and again until her skin was warm and stinging. Shaking now with rage at his audacity, she stopped struggling and waited mutely for the storm to pass. Tears of outrage and pain trickled down her cheeks, and her breath grew choppy with her quiet sobs.

Finally, his hand descended one last time to rest against her warm flesh. She waited, not knowing what to expect next.

He released a ragged breath, and his body trembled a moment before he shoved her off his knees to the ground.

She rolled away and stood on shaking legs, struggling to pull up her braies and fasten them, refusing to look at him.

He rose from the tree trunk, his hands fisting at his sides. “You are under my protection.” Each word he spoke was deliberate and clipped.

“Some protection.” Anger and humiliation made her own voice harsh.

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