Ravished by Redcoats (Highland Heat Book 1) Read Online Free

think I can remedy this for you. But first, I must know the truth. Is it me that you want, or just any man?”
    My eyes widened at that question, because I had no idea how to answer it. I knew what I should say—what he wanted to hear. But all I could do was sob out a little, “I don’t know.”
    And to my surprise he said, “How refreshingly honest…I can see that we’ll get on together very well, you and I. It’s quite alright that you don’t know.” With a slight glance over his shoulder at the open door, where we could see some of his men enjoying a meal, he added, “I’m certain we will get to the bottom of it, one way or another. But in the meantime, I’d like to know if you will consent to become my—”
    “Yes,” I whispered, before he could even finish the question.
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    It must’ve been the eagerness of my agreement that drove his passion. My reckless surrender. I know now that it was like the scent of blood to a predator. Whereas he’d been quite the gentleman a moment before, extending to me a cloth to dry my eyes, all traces of civility quickly fell away.  
    He’d said that if I consented to be his mistress, he’d take me on the spot, and he obviously meant to be good to his word. I’d thought he might take me to his bedroom. That he might even carry me there. Instead, he swept the clean pot and a parcel of herbs from the butcher block table, then pressed me down onto it, his mouth crushing mine in a kiss.
    It happened so swiftly, the air whooshed from my lungs and left me gasping.  
    Knowing his soldiers were just a room away, I pressed my palms to the flat of his chest, but he was already working at the laces of his breeches with one hand, and tugging up my skirt with the other.
      “ Oh, God ,” I cried, wondering what I’d done. What I’d unleashed. Did he really intend to take my maidenhead, here, in my kitchen, in such a mad rush?  
    I had never thought for my first time to be this way!
    And yet, truth be told, my body was every bit as frenzied for him as he was for me. Sexual need is a prisoner we keep caged, and the moment it sees an opening to escape, it does. It runs , because otherwise it might never get free.  
    So even though I was straining to push him off me, my thighs also parted for him and my teeth eagerly nibbled upon his hot lips—experimenting and delighting in the differences.
    We broke apart from the kiss only long enough for him to maul my breasts, and draw my hands down to feel him bare. Oh! The weight of his erect shaft in my hand was a thing of delirious mystery. I wanted to touch it, and stroke it, and study it, but there seemed to be no time. What Major Anderson needed was too urgent.  
    “Put my cock at your entrance,” he said, staring hard into my eyes, his own cheeks flushed, his pulse thumping on the underside of his sex organ.
    “Yes,” I whispered. “Take me upstairs. I want to feel you inside me.”
    “You will. Right here. Put my cock where it belongs.”
    Every time he said the vulgar word, I throbbed anew with lust for him. But some part of me still protested, “But your men will see!”
    “Yes. That is my intention. Now don’t make me tell you a third time or there will be an unpleasant consequence.”
    His intention ? My eyes widened. What kind of devil was I giving myself to?  
    I didn’t know. And clearly I’d lost my wits, because I didn’t care.  
    With another little sob, I squirmed a bit from my perch at the edge of the butcher block table and drew him between my legs. The velvet heat of him touched the wetness of my slit and I hissed from the pleasure of it. I should be ashamed of myself! Truly, I think I was ashamed. But it somehow didn’t matter.
    I just wanted him.
    And I got him.
    All of him. In one hard, rough, intent thrust.
    I screamed. And not with pleasure. The invading force and swell of his hard tool as it opened my virgin passage was a hot, searing pain. A tearing. I screamed again, this time to stop him in