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laughed almost hysterically. “Ye know nothing of passion, Jasper. Yer naught but a rutting boar compared to the Earl of Dunmor!” She laughed again at the look of surprise upon Sir Jasper Keane’s face. “Aye,” she said, confirming his suspicions. “He’s already bedded me, and his stallion’s rod makes yer own tool look like the puny worm it is!” she lied boldly, attempting to rouse his jealousy.
    The Englishman’s visage darkened and, his mouth drawing back into a snarl of rage that overflowed with his rising anger, he slapped Eufemia so hard that her teeth rattled. “You claim you are meant to be a wife, you border bitch, but I tell you that you have the cold, black heart of a born whore!” he shouted.
    “Yer a jealous fool, Jasper Keane,” Eufemia mocked him. “Ye hae nae ever really pleased me. Ye hae the manhood of a feeble bairn, and so I’ll tell the whole world if ye steal me away and dinna make me yer wife!”
    “If I displease you so, my pet, why would you want to wed me instead of your fine earl?” he demanded cleverly.
    “Because I love ye, God help me!” Eufemia admitted.
    “Then you will come away with me this night!” he said, his anger softened by her declaration, and the belief that he had the upper hand over her. If she continued to resist him, she would regret it.
    “Nay, I will not,” she replied stubbornly.
    “Aye, you will, my pet,” he replied firmly, and if Eufemia Hamilton did not see the determination in her lover’s eyes, her brother in his hiding place did. “You are mine, Eufemia, and I will allow no one, even King Jamie’s bastard brother of Dunmor to have what is mine until I am finished with it.” His eyes narrowed dangerously, and with a sudden viciousness, he knocked her to the floor, and falling upon her, pushed her skirts up to her waist with one hand while loosing his cock from his breeches with the other. “’Tis past time, my pet, that you re-acquainted yourself with my puny worm!”
    Eufemia screeched like a scalded cat with the unexpectedness of his attack. She pummeled him with her knotted fists even as he thrust into her, but then her protests began to fade, her passions blossoming as the Englishman rode her. She began to moan with her own pleasure in the union, her fingers tearing open his shirt, her sharp nails raking down his back. He pleasured her thrice as he indulged his own lusts, which did not seem to be easily sated.
    Robert Hamilton saw fear begin to enter his sister’s countenance, and silently he opened the hidden door to step into the library. She saw him, and her frantic eyes warned him away. The young laird hesitated. This was his sister for all her wickedness. The Englishman’s buttocks tightened and contracted with his efforts, and he began to roar loudly as he approached his own peak. Eufemia thrust her own hips up firmly to meet his violent downward motions.
    “ Save the bairns!” she cried out but a single time, and waved him away, praying her lover lost in his lusts would not comprehend her words.
    Robert Hamilton hesitated, once again torn with his love for his elder sister despite everything.
    “Quickly! Quickly!” she urged him.
    “Not yet, my border bitch,” Sir Jasper Keane growled, thinking that she spoke to him. “‘Tis the last time I intend fucking you, and by God, I’ll have my fill of you!” Redoubling his efforts, he began to shout once again, pumping her hard as he approached his crisis.
    Hearing the Englishman’s words, Robert Hamilton withdrew as silently as he had entered. It would appear that SirJasper had finally accepted Eufemia’s decision, and when he had finished taking his pleasure of her, would withdraw with his men, leaving them in peace. Still, it would be better to remain hidden until the English had gone. He knew instinctively where his younger siblings would be concealed. The land about the house offered little cover to an escaping party of people, but there was a large, thick bramble