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the bonds, the sudden exposure making her feel more vulnerable than ever. The dark, lustful hunger she saw in Alasdair’s steely eyes convinced her completely that there could be no possible escape from what he had in store for her.
    The sight of Isobel entirely naked and writhing in front of him was undeniably the most erotic sight that Alasdair had ever seen, and in the haze of desire that had clouded his senses he could think of nothing but satisfying his urge to possess her completely. ‘Ah, my lovely lass!’ he murmured possessively, leaning forwards to draw her breasts into his hands with a loud groan of pleasure as her nipples tightened instantly under his fingers, betraying her once more. ‘Are you ready to confess to me now how much you desire me? It is very apparent, you know.’
    Her flush spreading to cover her throat and breasts, Isobel shook her head, confused and distressed by the pooling pit of warmth somewhere in the very depths of her stomach, sensations now flooding her body that she had never experienced before. As Alasdair pinched her nipples sharply, twisting them painfully with another impassioned groan, it felt to Isobel as if her very blood was becoming inflamed with the force of the heat now rushing through her. Furious both with herself for reacting to him in such a way and Alasdair for coaxing such a reaction from her with such apparent ease, she shook her head again. His face darkened instantly.
    ‘Perhaps you have not as much intelligence as I had credited you with, lass,’ he snarled as he sat back up and turning to look towards his men. ‘Douglas, do you think any of the men would dare defy me as much as Lady Isobel is doing this evening?’
    ‘Certainly not, Alasdair.’ Douglas’s breeches were already unfastened and he had one hand around his swelling cock as he stared unashamedly at Isobel. ‘You know how much they all fear and respect you – if I might be so bold, perhaps it is time that Lady Isobel comes to understand why that is?’
    ‘A suggestion that I am wholly in agreement with.’ Alasdair reached for the knife again and Isobel whimpered softly, much to her chagrin, but he had no intention of harming her. Instead, he simply cut through her bonds and jumped down from the bed, tearing away the remnants of her shift and pulling her into his arms before she even realised that her limbs had been freed.
    Pushing his cock up against her stomach, the warmth of her soft skin against it sending him almost crazy with lust, Alasdair gathered his wits before backing her up against the wall. ‘Now, my lovely,’ he said with a calm he no longer felt, pushing her hair back in order to lower his lips to her throat and kiss the curve of exposed skin passionately before continuing. ‘Are you going to confess to your new master how much you desire him?’
    ‘Master?! I have no master!’ Isobel railed furiously, twisting and bucking wildly in her attempts to strike out at him, valiantly concealing her fear of him and all that he intended to do to her.
    ‘But you do have a master now, my pet,’ Alasdair crooned, his voice low and tender, for he was enjoying taming this wild hellcat more than he had ever enjoyed anything before. ‘I am lord and master of Glen Carrick, and of you. And now it is time to teach you to respect and obey your master. Fetch me a stool, men,’ he commanded suddenly, his loins already roaring their appreciation of the glorious idea that had come to him.
    She froze again in his arms as one of the men scurried away to fulfil his request, confused as to what he intended but certain that it could not be anything good. His steely eyes had darkened yet further as he stared down at her, pulling her possessively closer into his body. Unable to resist the temptation any longer, his hands slipped down to caress the curve of her buttocks, moulding their hips together with a low growl and delighting in the heat he now felt pressed against his throbbing cock, for it was