Page 72 of Captured By the Cruel Highlander
A hand on her arm stopped her, and she threw it off with a snarl before Adam gripped both her arms, spun her around, and pushed her against the tapestry on the wall.
“Ye will listen to me,” he said furiously.
“If ye do me the same courtesy, I’d be happy to,” she hissed.
“If ye were bein’ watched, Stewart’s men would have cut through ye like butter. Ye think someone like Lucas could have protected ye? I wouldnae be surprised if the dobber wasnae even armed goin’ out there.”
“I can handle meself.”
“Aye, is that how I came to kidnap ye durin’ yer weddin’?”
Emily sucked in a long breath and shoved at his chest. He didn’t move an inch.
“So ye have decided to act like a real kidnapper, is that it? I cannae leave. Will ye lock me in me room, too?”
“Ye ken very well if I could, I would. I threatened to tie ye to me bed, and I will follow through on that threat.”
“Well, if I am to be yer wife innameonly, ye willnae have me anywhere near yer bed again!”
Adam growled and pressed her harder against the wall. He took a long breath, bending toward her, his eyes fluttering as he placed his hands oneither side of her head. They were both breathing heavily, and the storm in his eyes only made her more confused. What did he want from her?
“Ye willnae be leavin’ this castle without me again, is that clear?”
“I will do as I wish.”
“God as me witness, Emily, I will have me orders obeyed.”
“Well then, ye will be waitin’ a lifetime.”
She gasped as he lifted her off her feet. He did it effortlessly, as though she weighed nothing, and glared at her as her feet dangled above the ground.
“Ye will do as I say,” he murmured, his deep voice shuddering through her.
She closed her eyes, trying to remember why being close to this man was dangerous.
“Stop fightin’ me,” he said slowly, lowering her back to the ground as his head moved to her neck. She shuddered as his lips brushed against her skin.
“Will ye do the same?” she asked, feeling the despair course through her again even as she quivered beneath him, her breaths uneven.
How could this man bring me so much pleasure and so much pain at once?
She was desperate for him to touch her, and it contradicted everything else that she should be feeling toward him. With the way he was treating her, she should hate him, but she didn’t. She simply wanted them to be equals and for him to acknowledge what she could do for him.
But he never will.
As his tongue touched the skin of her neck, and she shivered against the heat of his body, her hands came up and shoved him away.
This time, he stepped back, looking down at her in confusion.
“If ye are merely me kidnapper, M’Laird, then ye dinnae need to be close to me.”
Emily looked up at him and felt her determination sharpen at the shudder of need that ran through him.
“Today, I resolved a border dispute that could have led to a war with the neighborin’ clan,” she stated simply. “Without me, ye might have had a rebellion on yer hands, organized by Mrs. Young. She is someone ye definitely want on yer side, believe me.” She jutted her chin as she glared at him. “Whenever ye are ready to thank me without tryin’ to control me, ye ken where I am.”
She walked away from him and slammed the door to her room shut for good measure.
Adam trudged away, wondering where Doughall had ended up. He could do with a fight. Perhaps he could persuade Theo to a sparring session in the courtyard.
