Free Cait and the Devil by Annabel Joseph Page B

the family, yes? She was his son’s wife, and if she could take Duncan’s coarse cock between her legs, she could spread her thighs nice and wide for his. He’d clamp his hand over her mouth so she couldn’t scream and bring everyone running. It would be made all the more thrilling to know his son slept right next door, unaware.
    Yes, he’d figured out all the particulars as soon as he decided he wanted her. Located her bedroom, insured that his son would be asleep before he went to her. It was all made much easier by the fact that Duncan elected to sleep apart from her.
    Well, he didn’t blame him. Once the wife had been fucked, had yielded what was between her legs, what else was she good for? Keeping you awake? Driving you insane with mindless women’s prattle? Snuggling up against you, trying to steal your warmth? A saucy bit of goods like Duncan’s wife was good for one thing and one thing only, and Douglas intended to go and take it from her by force.
    She wouldn’t give it up to him voluntarily, he was sure of that. If she would have, it wouldn’t have to get as ugly as it was going to be. She would fight and he would have to subdue her. Well, that was most of the fun, wasn’t it? It would give him a delicious thrill to see her eyes wild with fear as he choked off her breath. He would make it known without words that she would have to comply, or else. Luckily, women were so easy to overpower, especially for a man of his strength.
    And if she dared try to tell Duncan what he was up to, he would smooth things over and let the little slut know exactly what happened to girls who told. He sighed, stroking himself. His cock twitched at the thought of disciplining the little bitch. That’s what he really wanted to do, hurt the disrespectful little cunt. The way she looked at him sideways with those impertinent eyes. The contemptuous curl to her lips when she refused to smile at him. Oh, he’d like an hour or two alone with her, with some rope, a gag, and a stockwhip . He’d fix it so she never looked a man in the eyes again, much less with that insolent cast to her gaze. The pretty thing must lead his spineless son around by the cock to not know better, to act so disrespectfully to him in front of all his townspeople. One day he’d find a way to mete out discipline to her, since his son didn’t have the nerve.
    For now he’d have to content himself with what he could most easily take, for what he could give her with his hand clamped over her mouth. After he used her front, he thought he might flip her over and use her backside. That would teach her a thing or two about acting disrespectfully towards a man.
    His cock was throbbing now with need. He looked up and down the upper corridor and found himself alone. He crept to her door and slid it open. He eased inside, letting his eyes adjust to the darkness. In the moonlight, he saw her bed was empty. Damn. His eyes flew around the small room, but she definitely wasn’t there. He would sit on her bed and wait a few moments for her to return. But she would scream if she saw him. It would be better to wait for her behind the door. He could cover her nose and mouth at the same time until she ceased to struggle, until she didn’t have breath to scream.
    He stroked his cock, imagining the feeling of her small body struggling against him. He stroked it a long while. Too long a while. When a good many minutes had passed he realized she wasn’t returning at all. Little slut, where was she? A midnight rendezvous with a lover? Fucking whore. Or had she decided, this night of all nights, to stay in Duncan’s bed?
    Well, eventually he would get her, he’d find a way. He’d get to her one way or another and she would be so, so sorry when he did.
     
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    Duncan knew he should have slept, but instead he lay awake gazing down at her. It wasn’t as difficult to bide near her in the night time as he’d thought. It was hard when she had been awake, yes, and