The Warlords Revenge (6 page)

He rose up over her on the bed, kicking her legs apart with his knees. As the tip of his erection slipped between her wet folds, he pressed gentle kisses along her neck.

“I've waited so long for this,” he murmured against her skin. “Too long.” He thrust his hips forward, surging into her.

Jane gave a small cry of protest at the invasion of his thick length, burning and stretching her tender flesh. He was barely inside her, but he kept pushing. Even as her body was forcing him out. She tried to close her legs on him. The pain was searing.

He spread his knees and held her legs wider apart as he slid further into her untried opening, really starting to hurt her now. Bracing her hands against his hips, she fought to push him away from her. He would never fit all the way.

“
Please
,” she cried. “Stop. I can't do this.”

He forced his way in another inch then paused, looking down at her, brows drawn in confusion. “You're a virgin?”

“Yes.” She could feel the tears coming on. “Criticize me all you want, say mean things, but please stop. It hurts too much.”

He pried her hands off his hips, rested them on his shoulders, and kissed her. She loved kissing
Gavyn
. Loved feeling his lips on hers. And the way he took his time, languidly devouring her mouth, running his hands through her hair, proved he also liked it.

He didn't break the kiss until she was squirming under him, moving herself up and down along his shaft. The way he filled her was almost starting to feel good. He pulled back and asked, “Why didn't you tell me?”

“I didn’t want you to know.”

“Why no'?”

Tears came to her eyes. “Because I didn't want you to hurt me worse.” Would he now?

“Hush, lass.” He gathered her in his arms, holding her against his chest, the strong muscles flexing under her hands as he comforted her with soft words until she was quiet, calm. Then he began moving inside her again.

He started with slow, shallow thrusts into her and she turned her head to the side, squeezing her eyes closed and waiting for the pain to return.

It didn't. She relaxed a bit, felt him sliding in and out of her, teasing her with short, smooth strokes, accommodating her to his size. Pleasure swelled in her as he took her patiently, gradually urging her to receive him deeper.

He groaned as he met the subtle resistance of her virginal barrier. “I need to be all the way inside.” He dragged his hips back.

“Wait!” She braced her hands against his hips, as if that could stop him.

He drove into her with a deep, stabbing thrust. Tearing her. Penetrating her with his hard shaft. Making her cry out. A wild groan escaped him and he buried his face against her neck. Jane blinked. It was over. She was no longer a virgin. Just a common woman with a man's throbbing cock shafted deep between her legs.

Gavyn
pounded into her, his hips slamming against her with sharp, painful thrusts.

“
Please
...” She sobbed, squeezing his shoulders, digging her nails into the skin. “It hurts.”

Holding back, he shook his head. “You just feel so damn good.”

He began working his fingers between her legs and took one of her nipples into his mouth, suckling until it ached. Pleasure shot through her.

“
Oh yes
,” she moaned.

He began driving into her again, strong, steady strokes, feeding his hard length deeper and deeper as the pain dulled and nothing but pleasure flowed through her.

“
More!
” she heard herself say as that desire rose from deep within her, coiling through her as he moved faster.

She ran her hands over the hard muscles of his chest, delighting in touching him, feeling his skin and the soft hairs covering his body. Every part of him sought to pleasure her. She clung to his shoulders, helpless beneath him as he slammed into her. Never had she known such ecstasy.

Gavyn
tensed and shuddered, groaning and heaving over her. His thrusts turned frenzied, desperate, and the friction between their bodies pushed her closer and closer to that delicious edge. Pleasure flashed through her, the tension building, until it finally seized her, gripping her in a rush of pulsing heat.

She came around his hard shaft, crying out over and over again as her climax rippled through her. A guttural sound erupted from him as he pumped his own release into her, hot and deep, before collapsing next to her on the bed.

Jane was lost. Consumed by the passion they’d just shared. Why was he doing this to her? He was supposed to want to hurt her, to satisfy his revenge with her pain and humiliation. He acted more like her lover than her enemy.

As she rested next to
Gavyn
, both of them panting, covered in sweat, something he’d said was still echoing in her mind:
I’ve waited so long for this
. She had to wonder just how long he’d been watching her family, waiting for the right moment to attack. Had he spent that time dreaming of her? Taking her body over and over in his dark, sinister fantasies?

“I never considered you'd be a virgin,” he told her. “Not with the way your family let you run around.”

She wanted to be angry with him, but the words didn't feel like an insult. Just a statement. “I did what I had to in order to survive,” she explained. “I always hoped to be married one day to a good man who would take care of me. I wanted to save myself for that.”

“Is that why you stayed with your family? Because you wanted to marry?”

Jane shrugged her shoulders. “I used to think so, Now ... I don't know. None of it matters anymore.” She turned to her side, facing away from him. Her escape would not be easy. Some part of her didn't want to leave him now.

“Do you know why I took you, lass?” He sat up behind her and ran his fingers through her hair.

“Revenge.” He'd told her as much.

“That was part of it,” he admitted. “But watching you with your family made me curious. You were so different from them, preferred to be on your own rather than join them. I watched you roam the city streets, charming everyone you met with your smile, your light little laugh. You somehow managed to charm me as well.”

Shocked, she turned to face him. “What are you saying?”

“I spent months watching you and somehow went from hating you to desiring you. I wanted to see you
everyday
. By the time I took you I was crazed from no' being able to talk to you, to touch you, to get you out of your clothes.” A sensual smile turned up the corners of his mouth.

“How can you say that?” She searched his eyes for some sign that he was lying to her. “After what my father did to you? I'm a Stewart, remember?”

“You're innocent of your father's crime, lass.” He took her chin between his thumb and forefinger and brushed a light kiss over her lips.

“How long did you watch us?” she asked.

“Six months.”

“So, your family hasn't even been dead a year?” She was astonished. His loss was extremely recent.

“They've been gone almost five years.” His eyes went cold, distant.

“Five years?” She faltered. “Why didn't you come after us sooner?”

“I was ...
detained
.”

“Detained how?”

“In prison.” He scrubbed a hand over his face, gauging her for a reaction.

“Prison?!” She sat up, her heart pounding with fear. She was crazy to feel anything for this man, even if he did have a charming side. Criminals didn't change. He'd murdered her family, proving that.

“I served four years before breaking out.”

“You escaped?” The story was only getting worse. “How long were you supposed to be there?”

“The rest of my life.”

Jane swallowed nervously, afraid to ask the obvious question. “For what?”

A strange sadness came over him. For a moment he looked, weary, exhausted. “Murdering my family.”

“But you –- I thought my father –-”

“Your father pinned their deaths on me.”

At her display of shock, he continued. “I had been in a neighboring village, helping some of the people with harvesting their fields. Your father met my wife while at our local pub and wanted to have her for a mistress. She refused him, so he kept pursuing her. He harassed her for more than a week before she finally told him to leave her alone, so he burned our house to the ground, with her and my two boys locked inside. It only took me two days to track your father down, and I managed to beat him senseless before his thugs dragged me off and had me arrested. When I was sentenced to prison, I vowed revenge on your father, and now I've gotten it.”

Jane had never heard a more heart-breaking story. She was convinced her father was the devil. How else could he kill so easily? And send an innocent, suffering man to prison?

The wounded look on
Gavyn's
face was tearing her apart. She knew there was nothing she could say to offer him comfort. So she boldly took his mouth in a kiss. He responded, pushing her back on the bed and settling himself between her legs. His erection sprang to life, ready to take her. She'd have him this one last time.

He entered her with a quick, sharp thrust. There was pain, but not enough for her to want to stop. She wanted to give him this. Wanted to soothe some part of him. He moved fast, burying his face in her hair as he took her strong and deep. Delirious pleasure raced through her. Intense. White hot.

She watched his powerful body as he pumped into her, his muscles tensing and flexing, eyes held shut, breath ragged. Her fearsome warlord. Giving her overwhelming pleasure.

She writhed helplessly, moaning his name, as every furious, wild thrust shafted the pleasure deeper, sending her climax slamming into her, rushing through her entire body. His thick shaft pulsed inside her and then he was shuddering, groaning low in his throat as he came.

They lay still and panting, his heavy body crushing her, still joined with hers. What did she do now? She was suddenly unsure of everything. She'd made love to
Gavyn
. Was half
in love
with him. She ached for all he'd lost, but knew she still had to leave him. He was unstable. Volatile. She couldn't risk his temper. He now had the power to break her heart.

She luxuriated in the way his arms embraced her as he drifted off to sleep. She inhaled the scent of his skin, savored the feel of his body pressed against hers. Then she began inching away from him, slipping out of his hold, slowly untangling her body from his. A considerable amount of time passed before she was completely free of him.

He looked so peaceful in slumber; his chest rising and falling with every breath. She realized the brutal scar added to his rugged good looks, rather than distracting from them. Had he gotten it in prison? Or worse, from her father?

She could imagine snuggling back into his arms, making love with him again, which was why she pulled on her shift and stuffed her feet into her boots, leaving the laces undone.

She silently scooped up the rest of her clothes and draped them over her arm. Hurrying over to
Gavyn's
boots, she found the money he kept hidden there and also took the knife. Relieved the door didn't creak when she opened it, she stole one last glance at
Gavyn
.

The pang she felt in her heart surprised her, but she didn't know him well enough to continue on this crazy journey. She might have come to care for him, but he would never love her. And she wanted to know love. Real, consuming, delirious love. For once in her life, she was doing the right thing.

She ducked out into the hall and quickly pulled on her clothes and laced her boots. It was before dawn so no one was up and moving around yet. She pocketed the knife and the money and raced out to the stables. Unfortunately, the stable boy woke when she approached, so she tipped him extra to keep quiet about seeing her.

Riding away on
Gavyn's
horse, she smiled. She'd succeeded in escaping him. She was on her own now.
Free
. For the first time in her life. She'd dreamed of having this moment, and nothing would ever take it away from her again.

After a week of travelling, Jane was pleased with her situation. She'd moved through a few towns, earning money by gambling on cards and dice and one fight, and then she'd procured some new clothes and accessories. She'd decided to sell
Gavyn's
horse so she could continue her travels by carriage.

Parting with the horse had been more difficult than she’d thought it would be. It felt like she was letting go of
Gavyn
, and didn’t know if she really wanted to. She was enjoying her new freedom, it’s what she’d dreamed of, but she was regretting walking out on
Gavyn
at the same time. What if she’d stayed with him? And why did she keep driving herself crazy with these thoughts?

For the last two nights she'd been lavishing herself in the comfort of the Royal Arms Inn. Cards at the pub were profitable, so she'd indulged herself with the best room available and that bottle of French champagne.

Walking into the room, she removed her cape and flung it over the vanity stool. The bed was turned down and a warm fire in the hearth awaited her. She could get used to this kind of living. The door slammed closed behind her, making her jump. She spun around and drew in a sharp breath as she stared up into
Gavyn's
scarred face. He did not look happy.