Page 101 of Taken By the Ruthless Highlander
“Yer wife,” Morgana blurted when he leaned in for a kiss.
His eyes narrowed as he paused inches from her mouth. “Dead if she kens what’s good for her. And yer husband will follow soon enough, and then ye can bet I’m goin’ to ravish every inch of yer body,” he purred.
“I would never let ye,” Morgana growled, her rage flaring as news of her friend’s death crashed down on her. She struggled against Cohen’s grip wishing to get close to see for herself if what he said was true. But it was no use, Cohen had her and if she had any choice in the matter, she knew how she’d want it to end. “I’d rather be dead.”
Cohen’s fingers found her throat. A sickening gleam entered his eyes as he pushed her back against the wall. Little sparks burst across her vision as his free hand pulled up her skirt.
“Oh, ye’ll have me,” he sneered, wedging himself between her legs. “I havenae gone through all this effort to finally get ye alone and nae have a piece of ye. I thought I could just taste, but ye’ve driven me to my breakin’ point, and I’ll nae be satisfied until I’ve had all of ye.”
“Get off!” Morgana shouted at the top of her lungs.
Lifting her leg, she slammed her foot into his shin. The blow was enough to force him to release her, but he had pinned her to the corner.
“Oh, ye’ll be beggin’ for somethin’ different here, I promise,” Cohen hissed, snatching her by the waist. “Shall we have my wife watch us? Ye ken, I’ve been wantin’ to try it. I wanted her tied up in the corner, watchin’ me have my way with ye. Gets me hard just thinkin’ about it. See for yerself what ye do to me.”
“Nay, leave me alone,” Morgana said hunting for an escape route.
“Stop lyin’ to yerself,” Cohen growled. “Ye must have kenned that I’ve wanted ye from the moment I laid eyes on ye.”
“I’m married,” Morgana insisted as she dared to hunt for some escape.
“Cohen, please, ye have to let me go,” she pleaded, trying to keep the fear from her voice. The last thing she wanted was to give Cohen a reason to come any closer.
“Dinnae fight this. Ye’ve wanted me just as much as I’ve wanted ye. I saw it in the dungeons. The way yer eyes lit up the second I stepped into the cell. Ye cannae deny ye want me.”
“Cohen, ye’re married. What of Orella? She’s hurt. Ye can save her.”
“Dinnae ye see? I did it for us. With her out of the way, we can run away. Ye dinnae have to go back to the castle. I can keep ye safe, and ye can love me,” Cohen said, a twisted grin curling his lips.
He darted around the chair, catching her skirt as she tried to escape.
“Dinnae run from me.”
“Nay, let go, dinnae do this,” Morgana protested as she pulled back.
The fabric of her skirt tore in his strong grip.
She took advantage of the moment and raced for the door.
“Ye’re nae goin’ anywhere,” he growled as she twisted onto her back.
It didn’t matter which way she moved; he had her right where he wanted her.
“Ryder will kill ye.”
“Nae if I kill him first.”
35
Ryder rode his horse hard through the rain as thunder clapped overhead. His chest tightened as he spotted a flicker of light through the dark.
On the hill, not far, was a cottage. It looked like it had been long abandoned, but the flicker of light through the windows caused hope to spring up inside him.
“There,” Nathan called over the howl of the wind. “Ye see it?”
“Aye,” Ryder uttered, veering left and up the soggy path.
He didn’t care who was behind him or whether Nathan had used the opportunity to flee. All he cared about was getting to Morgana.
