“God, you feel incredible,” he groaned in her ear. “I hope you’re ready.” His hand skimming the length of her body from breast to hip and lower, then back up again, but this time without the chemise between them.
Ready for what? She gasped when his rough, callused hand connected with bare skin. The sensation was incredible. Her skin burned under his wicked touch. His hand dipped between her legs, his fingers sweeping the tender skin along the inside of her thigh.
She froze with embarrassment. Dear Lord. He was going to …
One big fingertip swept the sensitive seam of her dampness. She quivered—with shock or desire, she didn’t know. Her body shuddered for his touch, but the dreamy haze that had surrounded her had started to lift.
“Aye,” he groaned. “You’re ready.
“I can’t wait to make you come,” he whispered. She shuddered, reacting to the wicked tone if not the meaning.
His hands gripped her hips, tilting her back toward him.
Reality returned full force. Something wasn’t right. Could he possibly …?
“Please don’t …” She tried to wriggle away, but froze when her bottom brushed the thick column of his manhood. “Stop.”
“Oh, I won’t,” he said tightly, his voice strained.
His grip on her hips hardened. She felt the thick head of his erection probing her intimately and jerked with panic. “No!” she cried.
But it was too late. In one hard thrust he plunged deep inside her, tearing through her maidenhead. She screamed, feeling as if she’d just been ripped in two.
He stiffened behind her and swore—a crude oath that with what they’d done had just taken on new meaning. Still gripping her hips, he unceremoniously pushed her off him and jumped from the bed as if he’d just been burned.
He had. They both had.
Tor felt as if he’d just plunged into an icy loch. The haze of drink and lust were gone in an instant. What the hell was going on? The chit was a damned virgin!
He strode to the window and tore open the shutter. The wood banged against the stone with a slam that reverberated throughout the room.
Moonlight flooded the room with a shadowy light. He looked into the tear-filled gaze of the woman on the bed and felt the blood drain from his body.
The effects of the whisky had not completely dissipated, and it took him a moment to clear his head enough to make sure he wasn’t imagining her. But nay, it was true. The woman he’d just divested of her maidenhead was Fraser’s beautiful, dark-haired daughter.
She’d sat up and had her arms wrapped around her legs as if she were trying to curl into a ball and disappear. Her long sable hair fell in a silky veil around her shoulders, mussed from his ravishment. She looked young, innocent, and very scared, gazing up at him with wide eyes and tears streaming down her soft cheeks.
When he thought of what he’d done to her—how he’d kissed her, how he’d touched her, how he’d taken her virginity from behind—his stomach twisted; he felt ill.
He took a step toward her and stopped. He didn’t owe her comfort; if anything, it was she who owed him an explanation. “What are you doing here?” he demanded “Why are you in my bed?”
Her face paled, her dark eyes shimmering with panic. “I …”
All of a sudden the door swung open and Andrew Fraser stepped into the room, the burst of candlelight casting away the shadows, leaving nowhere for the truth to hide. A serving girl and a man stood behind him.
The older man took one look at his thoroughly ravished-looking daughter on the bed and at Tor, whose naked state left little to the imagination. Not all the blood had drained from his body, and his arousal was still prominently clear—as was the dark red smear running down its length. If that wasn’t proof enough, the spots of blood on the coverlet were incontrovertible. He’d taken her maidenhead.
But the gleam of satisfaction in Fraser’s eye made Tor’s blood run cold.
The truth hit hard. He’d been tricked.
His gaze snapped back to the lass, not wanting to believe she’d played a part in such treachery.
She startled from the intensity of his gaze, then looked away. But he’d seen it: guilt.
•••
Christina was numb. Past shock. Past horror. All she felt was lost. Like she was running through the dark maze of a horrible dream and couldn’t find a way out.
