Silken Savage Read Online Free
Author: Catherine Hart
Tags: Fiction, General, Romance, Historical
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After a while, he rose. Motioning for her to stay there, he stalked off toward where the horses were staked. He was gone only seconds before Tanya was grabbed roughly from behind. Thrown onto her back, she looked up into the horrid, beefy face of the beast who had attacked Melissa so vindictively.
Momentarily too stunned to do more than emit a startled squawk, Tanya’s survival instinct suddenly erupted full force. If she were going to be violated, it would not be by this animal if she could avoid it, even if it meant her life! A low, vicious snarl issued from deep in her throat, startling both herself and her attacker. Then Tanya was a blur of flailing arms and legs as she fought him. He threw himself onto her, trying to subdue her with his weight, aiming blows at her body and face. She successfully deflected the worst of his blows with her arms, scratching and biting. Then one of her kicking legs landed a knee hard in his groin. The fat, blubbery savage roared in pain and struck her hard on the chin with his fist.
Stars of pain blurred Tanya’s vision and swirled in a gathering mist as she fought to stay conscious. When she felt his stubby fingers hook in her chemise, ripping the material to expose her breasts, she rallied. With a furious shriek that rivaled that of a mountain lioness defending her cubs, she lunged at him, unaware of the crowd of onlookers they had attracted. Her teeth connected with the lobe of his ear and she bit down hard. He howled in agony and hit at her, trying to shake her loose, but she clung like a dog to a chunk of raw meat. She felt the flesh give way under the pressure of her teeth until her jaws met. Her attacker pulled loose, leaving his earlobe still between her clamped teeth, and leveled a blow to her head that nearly cracked her jaw.
Several things happened at once. The ugly savage’s weight was lifted from her, and Tanya recognized her original captor. He had a hold on the fat Indian’s shoulder, whom he lifted and propelled away from her. Her mouth full of blood and part of the Indian’s ear, Tanya rolled over and retched violently for the second time that evening. Pulling herself to elbows and knees, she willed herself not to faint as she concentrated on the events going on nearby. Her tall, bronze captor had subdued her attacker and was issuing what sounded like terse commands. From the angry tone of his voice and various gestures at her, she gathered he was making it clear to all that she was his alone, at least for the time being. She hoped this was what he was saying, though what the difference was between being ravished by one savage or another, she couldn’t have said.
Her captor yanked her up and propelled her to a spot he had picked out. Throwing some blankets at her, he directed her to spread them out on the ground. Afterward, he lay down, motioning for her to do the same. She did so warily.
He lay on his back, his arms folded beneath his head, eyes closed. After a few minutes of listening to her fuss and squirm trying to adjust her torn chemise and rid her mouth of its acid taste, he sighed and sat up. Handing her the water flask to rinse her mouth, he pulled a strip of leather from one of his braids. This he handed to her to lace her bodice back together. Taking another thong, he tied it about her right wrist and tethered it to his left one. Once again he lay down to sleep, leaving her to do as she wished, as far as her leash allowed.
She sat for a while studying her situation, reviewing the events of the day. However, she was exhausted, and it wasn’t long before she eased herself down on her blanket, as far from his body as she could reach, and went to sleep.
* * *
The sky wasn’t even light when she was shaken awake. She lifted sleep-heavy eyelids to find her head nestled on a bronze shoulder and her face just inches away from that of her captor. Her arm was thrown across his chest and her leg rested intimately between his. During the night she must
After a while, he rose. Motioning for her to stay there, he stalked off toward where the horses were staked. He was gone only seconds before Tanya was grabbed roughly from behind. Thrown onto her back, she looked up into the horrid, beefy face of the beast who had attacked Melissa so vindictively.
Momentarily too stunned to do more than emit a startled squawk, Tanya’s survival instinct suddenly erupted full force. If she were going to be violated, it would not be by this animal if she could avoid it, even if it meant her life! A low, vicious snarl issued from deep in her throat, startling both herself and her attacker. Then Tanya was a blur of flailing arms and legs as she fought him. He threw himself onto her, trying to subdue her with his weight, aiming blows at her body and face. She successfully deflected the worst of his blows with her arms, scratching and biting. Then one of her kicking legs landed a knee hard in his groin. The fat, blubbery savage roared in pain and struck her hard on the chin with his fist.
Stars of pain blurred Tanya’s vision and swirled in a gathering mist as she fought to stay conscious. When she felt his stubby fingers hook in her chemise, ripping the material to expose her breasts, she rallied. With a furious shriek that rivaled that of a mountain lioness defending her cubs, she lunged at him, unaware of the crowd of onlookers they had attracted. Her teeth connected with the lobe of his ear and she bit down hard. He howled in agony and hit at her, trying to shake her loose, but she clung like a dog to a chunk of raw meat. She felt the flesh give way under the pressure of her teeth until her jaws met. Her attacker pulled loose, leaving his earlobe still between her clamped teeth, and leveled a blow to her head that nearly cracked her jaw.
Several things happened at once. The ugly savage’s weight was lifted from her, and Tanya recognized her original captor. He had a hold on the fat Indian’s shoulder, whom he lifted and propelled away from her. Her mouth full of blood and part of the Indian’s ear, Tanya rolled over and retched violently for the second time that evening. Pulling herself to elbows and knees, she willed herself not to faint as she concentrated on the events going on nearby. Her tall, bronze captor had subdued her attacker and was issuing what sounded like terse commands. From the angry tone of his voice and various gestures at her, she gathered he was making it clear to all that she was his alone, at least for the time being. She hoped this was what he was saying, though what the difference was between being ravished by one savage or another, she couldn’t have said.
Her captor yanked her up and propelled her to a spot he had picked out. Throwing some blankets at her, he directed her to spread them out on the ground. Afterward, he lay down, motioning for her to do the same. She did so warily.
He lay on his back, his arms folded beneath his head, eyes closed. After a few minutes of listening to her fuss and squirm trying to adjust her torn chemise and rid her mouth of its acid taste, he sighed and sat up. Handing her the water flask to rinse her mouth, he pulled a strip of leather from one of his braids. This he handed to her to lace her bodice back together. Taking another thong, he tied it about her right wrist and tethered it to his left one. Once again he lay down to sleep, leaving her to do as she wished, as far as her leash allowed.
She sat for a while studying her situation, reviewing the events of the day. However, she was exhausted, and it wasn’t long before she eased herself down on her blanket, as far from his body as she could reach, and went to sleep.
* * *
The sky wasn’t even light when she was shaken awake. She lifted sleep-heavy eyelids to find her head nestled on a bronze shoulder and her face just inches away from that of her captor. Her arm was thrown across his chest and her leg rested intimately between his. During the night she must