"No one but you will do," he said, as his mouth roughly took hers.
He pulled back suddenly to look at her.
"I have traveled from Arabia to bring you back. You belong at my side, princess."
"No," Katharine said, shaking her head. "There can never be anything between us."
Mohammed smirked as he surveyed the scene before him, knowing his seed was even now inside her. "So, little falcon. You think I will leave here and let you marry that Englishman? I told you before, I'm not leaving England without you."
"You must see the truth. Please. We have no future," she begged him.
Katharine knew that as much as she dreamed and yearned for him, they were too different. She knew in her heart that as much as she wanted him, she would never have him. His arrogance would only allow her to remain in the harem, never at his side as his wife.
Tears gathered in her eyes.
"Please, Mohammed. If you care for me at all, you'll let me go," she said.
Mohammed looked down at her and then stood up, smoothing her dress down as he did.
He said only one word in Arabic before he left her room. Katharine shivered at the word he had said.
It meant “impossible.”
***
Katharine had agreed to journey to France in a month, and her mother wrote the necessary letters.
She knew that if she could stay hidden from Mohammed, she could break the spell he held over her. Once she was legally married, she need never worry about Mohammed again. She would marry Jamie, bear his children and have a life in the country.
If only she could stop dreaming about a little boy with honey-colored skin, dark, curly hair, and sea blue eyes.
Chapter 12
The stagecoach rocked back and forth and Katharine settled uneasily into the cushions. She was excited about the trip to France but loathed the thought of another sea voyage. She sank into a fitful sleep and was troubled by her dreams.
She could hear the hounds barking in the distance as the hunt was about to begin. She watched the men mount their horses one at a time and saw Jamie settle atop a grey dappled horse and gallop into the distance.
She wondered where the fox was and felt sorry for it. The violence was something she usually couldn't stomach and she hated the men chasing after the poor innocent creature.
Suddenly she turned as she heard a woman's gasp of outrage and cry of indignation.
A lovely red-haired woman was being disrobed in a brutal fashion next to her. The woman's long skirts were slashed away from her body with a long sword and her corset followed.
The woman shrieked and cried as two men stripped her naked in front of the remaining men and women.
Just then, a mounted blonde male swooped down and captured the redhead. The man had already unbuttoned himself and was ready for the woman as his cock surged forward, hard and strong.
Katharine could make out the woman being held in front of the man as he rode toward the sunlight, impaling her upon his cock.
Kat gasped. Where was she? What was going on? It was indecent. Disgusting.
She heard a loud male voice urging the men on.
"Take the foxes! Take them, men," a voice cried out. "Take them and be quick about it!"
She watched two more women be disrobed and impaled upon large cocks a
s the couples rode off into the distance. The women were squirming and crying as the men laughed in domination.