Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 101336 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 507(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101336 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 507(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
A chorus of gasps filled the air and Sky almost expected to see fire spewing from his mouth, the anger in his eyes expanding tenfold. He latched onto her arm so tight that she cringed, but he appeared not to notice or was too angry with her to care since he propelled her forward, forcing her to keep pace with his powerful strides.
“Get back to your chores!” he ordered the crowd.
Sky was not surprised to hear snippets of talk as the crowd dispersed around them.
“He should beat her good.”
“She will hold her defiant tongue then.”
“Lock her away.”
Slayer stopped suddenly, tightening his hold on Sky when she lost her footing. “Watch your tongues or I will see the same inflicted on you. The next one I hear say a word about her will find himself or herself put in the stocks for two days. Now go do your chores before I change my mind and see that those I heard say such disparaging remarks locked in the stocks.”
Everyone there rushed off, keeping a wide berth around Slayer.
Sky held her tongue as well, as he hurried her to the keep and into the Great Hall.
Servants froze and stared at him, fear filling their eyes and Sky understood why. Slayer’s anger was on display for all to see.
“STAY!” Slayer shouted when Fane stood to approach him from where he had been sleeping by the fire, Angel halting along with him to scurry under the hound’s front legs in fright.
Slayer continued to the stairs, the servants not moving or flinching, but following him with their eyes.
Sky stumbled when Slayer shoved her into the bedchamber but did not close the door. “Never. Ever. Challenge me like that again. You will remain here until I say otherwise.” He turned to leave.
She could not let him go. She had to keep him there. She had to help him release his anger. “Are you too cowardly to remain here and talk with me?”
He turned back, his nostrils flaring. “You have pushed me far enough, woman.”
“And what has your anger done to me? You barely talk with me, barely touch me, barely couple with me.” She went to him, and he backed away from her. “I miss you.”
He fisted his hands as if fighting to keep control of them. “Trust me. You don’t want me touching you right now.” He went to leave the room again.
“I love the Gallowglass warrior in you as much as the man I came to know at the cottage.”
Slayer fought the urge to turn around, grab his wife, and plunge his stiff manhood into her, make her scream in pleasure and fill her with his seed until it flowed out of her. But it was such an overpowering need that he feared he would hurt her as he had done that time in the rainstorm when he made her lip bleed and took her against the tree with the rain pouring down on them. The memory further ignited his already fiery passion as did her words of love and if he did not leave the room soon, he worried what he might do.
Sky took advantage of his silence and slipped out of her garments and shoes to stand naked. “I love you, Slayer, and I need you.”
He turned to warn her, and seeing his wife naked, a low growl started in his chest. His hands were eager to touch her, and his manhood ached to plunge into her.
He let loose a growl that shivered Sky and she wanted to scream at him to come back when he walked out of the room and slammed the door shut. Her heart hurt, for him and for herself. How was she ever going to get through to the Gallowglass warrior inside him?
Sky jumped when something pounded at the door so hard that she heard it crack. Then the door flew open, and her husband stood there, his one fist scrapped and dotted with blood. He stared at her, fire in his eyes, then suddenly slammed the door shut.
“Tell me to stop, Sky,” he warned as he slipped out of his boots then began to yank his garments off. “Tell me now before it is too late.”
All Sky could do was stare at him, the hearth’s flickering light highlighting the sheen of sweat on him and the small smudge of dirt on his brow. And his muscles where so taut from fighting that the veins in his arms were visible. But it was his manhood rock-hard that made her take a much-needed breath.
“Too late,” he said as he descended on her and grabbed her around the waist to lift her off her feet and fling her down on the bed, although he did not drop down with her. He quickly flipped her over to lay on her stomach. “On your hands and knees. It is time to do penance.”