“By gum, lass, that’s a grand pair of tits.”
Grace’s gorge rose as he smacked his lips together in moist appreciation. She scrabbled to draw the tattered edges of silk together but Filey batted her hands away with a careless swipe. Then he took both wrists roughly in one hand and forced them above her head.
Pride deserted her. Only choking terror remained. “Stop this, for God’s sake,” she pleaded, not caring any more whether she sounded brave and defiant.
“You know better than that,” he almost crooned. Blood suffused his face, making the network of broken veins stand out across cheeks and nose. Saliva glistened on his thick lips. He bent to bite one exposed breast.
She cried out in agony and struggled to throw him off but her strength faded. She’d never before realized how powerless a woman was when a man straddled her. He yanked at the fastening of his leather breeches with his spare hand. She tried to scream again but all that emerged was a choked whimper.
“Eh, I’m right looking forward to this, flower.” Filey chuckled salaciously. The sound chilled Grace to the marrow.
Far too quickly, his breeches fell open.
She told herself she wouldn’t look. She wouldn’t look.
Her horrified gaze dropped to where his member sprang from its nest of graying brown hair. “No!” she cried in a cracked voice. “No!”
Disbelieving shock flooded her as he stroked the thick, throbbing length. “Aye, that’s grand.”
He licked his lips again and spittle dribbled down to shine on his stubbled chin. Hurting her wrists, he dragged her stiff arms down and forced her clenched fists to brush his erect flesh.
“Let go of me!” She jerked in appalled disgust.
She tried to kick him but his bulk trapped her legs. He laughed and pressed his straining member into her hands. “Oh, you’re keen.”
“Don’t touch me,” she sobbed, trying to recoil.
“Eh, flower, I’m harder than a brass doorknocker.”
She couldn’t bear this. She couldn’t.
Her cracked whimper was a wordless plea for mercy. But he didn’t seem to hear as he shoved her skirts to her waist with clumsy enthusiasm.
She tried to roll to the side but he knocked her flat with a savage punch to the mouth, splitting her lip so warm blood trickled down her chin. She lay in wretched stillness as he ripped away her flimsy underwear. With a grunt of satisfaction, he spread her quivering legs and positioned himself.
Grace tensed as he drew back ready to thrust. At the last minute, she twisted to avoid the inevitable.
“Bide still, bitch,” Filey muttered, steadying his heavy member with one hand and tugging her arms above her head with the other.
“I’ll kill you for this,” she panted, closing her eyes and waiting for him to drive into her. She was dry and he was large, so the pain would be excruciating.
Then unbelievably, a sharp bark resounded behind her.
Wolfram?
Had her prayers been answered?
She squirmed to see. But Filey pressed her down too firmly.
She heard a low growl, another bark. A shadow briefly covered the sun. Everything turned to chaos as a huge brindle shape hurled itself at Filey.
“What the hell?” he gasped.
The dog’s momentum thrust Filey hard on top of her, squeezing the breath from her lungs. Wolfram growled and snapped. The man’s shrinking member slid along her bare leg. She shuddered to think how close he’d come to ramming it into her.
She burst into a frantic babble. “Wolfram! That’s right. Good boy!”
She shoved at Filey’s suffocating weight even while he fought the dog and missed his target. He landed a sharp jab to her ribs and she cried out. Wolfram’s teeth closed around Filey’s swinging arm, inciting her attacker to a string of obscenities.