“You will stay under the storm?”
“Aye…”
“Are you insane?” Lily asked and rushed towards him. “People die in storms, and you are just going to walk into one?” Her eyes widened, and she felt a lump in her throat. “Storms are dangerous,” she added in a slight stutter. “And you will be alone and…”
A small smile quirked up his lips, silencing her before she could say more. “It almost sounds as if ye care if I get hurt. Are ye startin’ to fear for my safety?”
His statement made her realize she was not supposed to.
Lily pressed her lips shut, then backed away from him. “I do not care. I only want the satisfaction of killing you myself when the chance arises.”
He smiled wider this time, and the flash of a dimple in his left cheek made her almost sigh with relief. His eyes crinkled at thecorners when he smiled, and even though it was a short-lived one, the heart-warming effect already crushed her heart.
“Dinnae worry, ye will get yer chance soon enough.”
He left the chamber without another word.
Lily heard the door lock click, then she sighed, turned to the bed, and dumped her full weight on it. The wood creaked and gave way once she landed on the mattress. The crashing sound echoed through her while she groaned from the instant shooting pain in her back.
“Are ye all right?” Killian asked as he came rushing back into the chamber and straight towards her.
His hands were steady as they pulled her from the wreck that was once a bed, and she groaned again because her back really hurt this time. His hands moved to her back and began a gentle massage before she could stop him.
Lily could not hold back the light moan that tore from her lips because his touch felt too good, too relieving. She closed her eyes and sank into him a little, flushing furiously because of what her senses were doing to her as his fingers massaged her back in slow, circular motions.
“Does that feel better?” he asked. His voice had thickened, and when she turned her head and stared into his eyes, his cheekshad a flush that she was certain matched hers. “Does it still hurt?”
His words were a whisper of fire. She did not know how to respond to it because her insides sizzled from his touch.
What am I doing? Why do I feel this way?This man is my captor.Why am I thinking about him this way?
Her gaze dropped to his lips and then shot back up. His eyes searched hers, and he blew out a long breath that fell on her face and tickled her nostrils. He had stopped his massage now, and his hand slowly glided up to the back of her neck.
Her pulse went wild when he lowered his head to her neck, inhaled deeply, and then groaned in a trembling, deep baritone that washed over her and tantalized her ears.
Lily felt the thick cloud of desire that surrounded them, but she fought against it, holding onto another emotion, far more familiar to her—anger.
He kidnapped me, took me away from my home, hurt me…
She kept repeating his transgressions in her mind, hoping it would calm the raging war he sparked inside her. It should work, right? She only thought the truth about him, and it should help quench this hunger… this heat.
Whoever he is, he is a vile man.
Lily was still battling with her growing desire when he took her wrists and gently untied the ropes holding them together.
“Stay quiet and dinnae move,” he said in a low voice even when she did not speak. “I will be outside the door. Make one move, and I will knock ye out instead of tyin’ ye up. Do ye understand?”
His words were clear. His warning tone vibrated through her. Lily was too stunned to speak. She could only nod her response and avert her eyes. She feared one more look into his eyes would make her lose her mind.
When he finally left the chamber, she managed to get to the wooden chair cramped into a tiny corner and sat down. She swallowed, rubbed the back of her neck which tingled, and closed her eyes.
To calm her nerves, she thought of Amelia and her children, Rose and Phillip. Lily knew Duncan would have Arran and his men searching for her, and they would not rest until she was found.
What bothered her was this laird who took her, thinking she was Yvaine. If he had made a mistake, then it meant Yvaine was still in trouble, and she had to warn Duncan about it.
Lily’s mind raced with thoughts of what she could do next. Then, there were the tingles that raced through her skin each time the man was near. It was enraging to even allow herself to respond to his nearness.
But how do I stop it?
