Page 9 of Against Her Will

“Oh my God you are real! He found you!” He had visited her last night, but had been so drunk at the time that he barely remembered it as anything more than a dream.

Cassie tried to talk to him, to explain that she was kidnapped and brought here against her will, that her father would make him a very rich man if he returned her to him unharmed, but it was all but useless with the gag in her mouth.

She was pleasantly surprised, though, when he relieved her of it, saying,“I know how these things can make it hard to breath.”

Cassie repeated exactly what she had just said as quickly as she could, since this man was already using his enormous but surprisingly soft hands to claim every bit of her – not just the embarrassing parts, but everything else too. She felt like a prize mare he was inspecting at an auction. But he was so absorbed in touching her apparently that she didn’t think he’d heard a word she’d said, until she began to repeat herself as he climbed on top of her, ruthlessly using his superior strength to part the legs that she had instinctively crossed against him, forcing them almost uncomfortably wide apart just by his sheer bulk as he settled his hips against hers, causing something hard and unyielding to poke rudely at Cassie’s privates.

“No, no, you don’t understand, my father will give you anything you want – anything – if you bring me back home. He’ll make you very, very rich!” she pleaded.

Jurek laughed loudly. “I’m already very, very rich, my dear. There is nothing your father could give me that I don’t already have – except my cock in your pussy, and I am going to satisfy that urge in just a second. I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t walk straight for a week, which is fine, because I’m probably not going to let you out of this bed for at least that long.”

Chapter Four

Although she wasn’t even sure exactly what “fuck” meant, the way he said it didn’t make it sound like it would be a very pleasant pursuit, so Cassie drew in the deepest breath she could and screamed her bloody head off, not caring in the least if everyone in the place came bursting into the room because she had done so. At this point she didn’t care if everyone in the world saw her in this sordid position, as long as someone helped her get out of it.

But she issued at least five blood curdling screams, and yet there was no such rescue in the offing. No one even knocked on the door to ask what if everything was all right. If a woman had screamed like that anywhere in the South, she was quite sure that all sorts of men would have run to their aid.

Unless it was a slave who had issued such a cry. In which case, Cassie knew better than some, that she would just as likely have been cuffed across the face and told to shut up or else, regardless of the circumstances in which she found herself.

And the Count had told her that in this place she would be judged to be no better than a slave.

Still, she couldn’t believe that no one – not even one of the men she had been dragged past not long ago – was going to lift a finger to prevent the sullying of her name and person.

“Are you quite through trying to make us both deaf?”

Cassie ignored him and drew another breath, but this time she screamed the word “Help!” as loudly as she could – but cut it off as soon as she felt him boldly reach out to cup her breast. She tried to wiggle away from his touch, but there was nowhere to go. She had even less mobility with the considerable weight of him parked right on top of her.

“You can stop that any time now,” he informed her with annoying calm. “No one’s going to help you.”

She couldn’t help the tears that overflowed her eyes from behind the blindfold. “What kind of place is this? Are there no gentlemen here?”

Cassie had no idea what she’d said that amused him, but she heard him laugh heartily in response to her question. “This room is soundproof, Cassie. They couldn’t hear you no matter how hard you screamed – not that they would have helped you even if they had heard you. More than likely they would be just outside the door, their cocks in their hands, eager for every droplet of your audible anguish that they could get.” He was surprised at her shocked, disbelieving look. “Do you truly not know where you are?”

“I don’t. No one has told me anything. I’ve been poked and prodded and most rudely abused, but no one has told me why I was kidnapped and brought here. If not for money, then why?”

In answer, Jurek reached behind her head and removed the blindfold. It took a long moment for Cassie’s eyes to adjust, but then she looked up at him and realized that he had exactly the same coloring as she did. He was wearing a mane of hair that was not as long as hers, but down to his shoulders at least. It was waving and curling on its own, and it was the same shocking shade of white blonde as hers.

And he was at least the size of one of the big oafs who had brought her here, if not bigger, which was why she felt as if he was crushing her by lying on top of her. He was.

“We have been looking for you for ages, ma cherie. You are my match. The only one we have ever found. We will make beautiful babies together.”

Make babies? She couldn’t possibly do that – they weren’t married!

She said as much to Jurek, quite haughtily, which only had him laughing at least as uproariously as he had a few seconds ago. “You do not have to be married to be pregnant, Cassie.”

“Of course you do! One cannot have a baby without a husband.” She ignored the fact that he had used her Christian name in the pursuit of getting him to admit that she was in the right.

“No,” he corrected, placing his finger over her lips, “a woman cannot become pregnant without a man, but he doesn’t have to be her husband.”

She had never heard of such a thing – at least not as pertained to a white woman, anyway. “That can’t be so.”

“I shall enjoy spending the next few weeks or so proving you very wrong.” He leaned down and covered her mouth with his while hers was still open as she searched for something to say to refute his contention.

He kissed her boldly, unapologetically. There was no trace of the quick pecks that the occasional overeager young man had stolen from her in the various gardens she had been in in Europe, or even at the balls her neighbors had thrown, although American – southern American men – were much less forward than Europeans, she had found. He claimed her mouth, his tongue bolding plunging past her lips and teeth to try to encourage her to fence with her own, his head tilting so that he had a better angle that allowed him to plunder even more of her.

Cassie was lost for a moment in the flood of sensations that crested through her body, sweeping away her inhibitions momentarily so that she nearly dueled back at him with her own bold tongue until she came to her senses and, instead, brought her teeth down, hard, on that soft invader.

He reared back and she knew that she had struck her target, although she didn’t taste blood so she knew that she hadn’t bitten anywhere near hard enough to deter him.

But she hadn’t thought about what his retaliation might be for such an offense. She was only trying to get him to get off her.

Jurek, however, had a lot of experience in dealing with reluctant mates. And Victor, last night, had come to him to chat about how his luck had been in France. He had told him that he had had a modicum of success, and that he could expect a lovely present very shortly, but Jurek hadn’t thought it would be this quick. “No doubt she thinks babies are brought by the stork. She’s been totally sheltered; she’s completely innocent, my friend. I know that for a fact myself.”

Jurek knew exactly what that meant. Victor hadn’t been able to resist sampling his dessert, although he was smart enough not to go too far, using the excuse of wanting to be certain that this girl was clean.

“And I have a feeling that, to a certain extent, and certainly unknown to her, she might well enjoy the rougher side of you, although perhaps not at first. I trust your judgment completely in this situation, of course. I don’t not have your prowess.” What Victor meant was that he did not possess potent seed, but of course he would never put it that way. “Regardless, you should not go easy on her. She had a slave with her, and I have a feeling that it might do her good to get a taste of the other side, if you know what I mean.”

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