No Other Man

No Other Man Read Free

Book: No Other Man Read Free
Author: Shannon Drake
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another for the kill?
    Perhaps she was to be some kind of ritual sacrifice. Killed
in a very specific way.
    Oh, God!
    She leaped up, lifting her bound hands before her, ready to
throw herself against the door. What did she do once she was free with her
bound hands? What if animals attacked in the night?
    How would that be different from the fate that awaited her
here? she
shrieked silently to herself.
    But again, it didn't matter. He may have seemed to be at ease
bathing in the tub. But he could not have been so very relaxed, for he was out
of the water even as she hurled her weight against the door.
    "I will not stay here. You cannot keep me here!"
she cried. He flung her around. She stared into his eyes, afraid to let her
eyes wander down the length of him. "You think that you can keep me
captive watching you mimic a murdered settler in his bath? I am the one who
needs to bathe; I am the one who needs to wash away your touch! I—" She
broke off. His wet hands were upon her arm, wrenching her back with such a
force that she heard the delicate silk and lace of her black mourning gown rip
and tear. She screamed, trying ridiculously to free herself from his hold. Both
hands upon her shoulders, he shook her firmly. She gasped for breath and stared
into his strange green eyes once again, and for the first time, saw his face.
Really saw his face.
    She couldn't ascertain his age, but she thought he was
somewhere near thirty—not a very young man, certainly not an old one—one
indisputably in the very prime of life and at the height of his strength and
power. His skull was ruggedly sculpted, his jaw square, his cheekbones high,
his forehead broad. His unusual eyes were large and bright against the bronze
of his flesh, while his brows, as well as his hair, were blue black, well and
cleanly arched. Were it not so fierce and menacing, it would have been a
fascinating face. Compelling, intimidating, masculine, hard but so cleanly
lined that among any race it would be considered handsome. His nose was long
and straight, his mouth full, his lips oddly curled in a mocking smile that
sent chills racing throughout her body once again. Skylar was quite certain
then that many a beautiful young Indian maid had worn her heart upon her sleeve
for this ruthless warrior, and yet there was something in the mocking eyes that
made her wonder if there wasn't something dark and deadly in this savage's past
that might make him deal as callously with one of his own as he dealt with her.
    No. He'd not slay an Indian woman when he had finished with
his taunting of her....
    Taunting. He was naked now. Buck naked. Dripping upon her as
he held her.
    "Savage son of satan! Bastard!" she shrieked. Hands
tied, shoulders caught in his iron grip, she fought the only way she could,
trying with all her remaining strength and energy to kick him. She caught a
shin, yet didn't draw so much as a grimace from him. A second passed while they
stared at one another. Then she shrieked in real terror, for he plucked her up again
and threw her down upon the bunk. As she struggled to inch away from him and
rise, her fear began to escalate in leaps and bounds, for he caught her by one
foot, and despite her thrashing and struggling, removed the black lady's boot
from it.
    "God, no. No!" she breathed, trying wildly to kick
and fight, again to no avail. Both boots were stripped from her and thrown to
the floor. She tried to slam her bound hands against him. Then she gasped,
inhaling on a half sob when he plucked a wicked-looking bowie knife from the
floor beneath the bed, bringing it to her chest, straight against her heart.
She stared at him in silence then, wondering when the blade would find its way
into her body, wondering what the pain would be like, how hard it would be to
die. Oh, God ...
    "They'll kill you!" she lashed out, determined not
to cry even as tears burned against her eyes. ' "The whites will come for
you and slice you to ribbons, they'll disembowel you, they'll

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