Page 41 of Kilty as Sin
His laughter was as cruel as his eyes. “Ye think that matters to me? Lie back down, so I can claim that cunny. If ye fight me, I’ll enjoy it even more.”
Her mind, so recently bogged down by the drugs, tried to find a way to stop him. Barclay would stop this horror if he were here.
Barclay wasn’t here. But she would escape. She would escape this nightmare and go to him!
“I’m no’ a virgin!” she blurted, even as she cringed away from the man looming above her.
He paused. “What?” MacGill hissed. “Yer father swore…”
“I ran away weeks ago. I’ve been living away from my father, have I no’?” She struggled toward the opposite side of the bed, trying to swing her legs away from him. “I met a man—a kind, wonderful, honorable man who wouldneverhurt me!”
That part at least was true.
She hadn’t lain with Barclay the way a husband and wife might, but the lie of not being a virgin…it had given MacGill pause. Grace was able to plant her feet on the floor, to push herself upright.
After all this time lying in bed, her knees threatened to give out. She was weak and woozy, but angry as hell. Shewouldrun from MacGill. Right to Barclay.
The laird’s brows had lowered. “Ye…slut. Ye gave yerself to this man? Ye thought ‘twould keep me from wanting ye?”
Trembling, Grace couldn’t answer.
MacGill leaned across the bed. “I want ye still. Och, aye, even more now that I ken ye’ve spread yer legs for every bastard from here to Inverness. But I’ll no’marrya whore like ye!”
As he straightened, Grace blinked. “Is it no’ too late for that, milord?”
“Ye think to placate me with sweet words now, whore?”
He thought those wordssweet?
MacGill whirled toward the door. “Yer father will ken of yer shame!”
As he stomped away, pausing only to wrench his sword belt from the post on the wall, Grace stumbled around the bed after him.
“What are ye doing?”
Without turning, he snarled, “Climb back into that bed, slut. The priest will annul our marriage! And I will be back to fook ye into submission soon enough.”
Her stomach churned, bile rising now that she was upright. But Grace forced her legs to move, to follow him into the landing. He began to trot down the spiral staircase which led from her tower room to the main area of Father’s castle.
“But…annulment?” she managed.
“Aye!” MacGill whirled, glaring up at her. “I’ll still have ye, Grace MacDonald MacGill. But no’ in marriage! Ye’ve been tainted—ye’re likely now even carrying a bastard whelp, aye? Well, I’ll no’ fook ye under the blessing of the church, because ‘twould be consummation.”
Her eyes had widened as she’d understood. “Ye think if ye petition for an annulment before consummation—”
“Dinnae look so hopeful, slut. I’ll still fook ye bloody, but ye’ll no’ have my name in protection. And yer father will pay for this subterfuge.” The fury in his expression was chilling. “’Twas likely why he kept ye drugged for the last week, and all through the ceremony. So ye wouldnae tell me the truth of yer whorish ways!”
With that, he wrenched the scabbard from the sword in one violent move.
Breathless, Grace leaned against the stone wall of the staircase, one hand unconsciously rising to rest against her bruised cheek. “What are…?”
“I’m going to kill yer father for his lies.”
Father…dead? Nay! “Ye cannae—”
“I can, and I will!”
MacGill whirled and stomped down the stairs, leaving Grace staring numbly after him.
