Page 313 of Wicked Highland Heroes

Iain shot him a warning look, then said to her,

“You are home, love.”

She gave him a thin-lipped look. “Where am I to sleep?”

He motioned toward the castle. “My chambers are there.”

She gaped. “You cannot mean—that would be unseemly.”

“Unseemly? We are not strangers. We have spent the last four nights together.”

Victoria gasped. “It is not the same—Sweet Jesu. How can you shame me?”

“What is the shame? You will be my wife. Now, go along to the castle. Maude will show you to my—” “I have not consented,” she snapped.

He stepped close, towering over her, but she gave a determined shake of her head. His mouth thinned, but he looked up, his gaze rippling across the throng. Victoria took a wary step back as his attention fixed on someone. He grasped her hand and tugged her along, elbowing his way through the crowd until he halted in front of a young woman.

“Nellie, have Maude find suitable quarters for the lass.” He released her and turned away.

The girl gave Victoria an assessing look, then shrugged and turned toward the castle. Victoria started after her, but found herself gripped from behind and swung into Iain’s arms. He planted a hard kiss on her mouth, then released her. She raised a hand to slap him, but he caught her wrist. He stared down at her for a long moment, a possessive fire burning in his eyes before he released her.