Free Chasing Emily [Duoterra 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) by Jennifer Denys Page A

further into the room, he declared, “Tough. You are promised to me, and I intend to collect on it.”
    She stepped back a few paces as he stalked her. “Why couldn’t you stay in Frontier? The bar there was all yours.”
    He continued to move forward until he had her trapped against the countertop. “Because I didn’t want the bar. I wanted you.”
    “You can’t have me. I’m not for sale,” she snarled at him. “If I wanted to sell myself to a man, I would have got a job at the brothel!”
    Tightening his lips, he responded to her hurtful comment, “You’d better not. Judge Wright decreed that you are to be my wife and that still stands. I will go to the law enforcer here if you resist.”
    She pushed back at him. Finn was slightly-built, and she managed to make him stagger back a step. With her hands on her hips she confronted him. “Try that, and I will only run away again.”
    “Christ. What is it going to take to bring you into line?” Damn . He didn’t mean to sound like a bore, but she was exasperating him.
    “You think you’re man enough?” she taunted. “Why do you think I’ve had a succession of men go through my bed all these years?”
    That was the final straw, and as she walked away from him, instinct took over and he strode over to her. Swinging her around, he then bent and pulled her over his shoulder.
    Emily seemed to be momentarily taken aback as she failed to resist him. That didn’t last long before she started kicking her legs and pummeling his back. Finn staggered. Yes, he was slender of frame, but he was strong despite being wiry due to all the travelling he did. But he hadn’t reckoned on a fiery woman lashing out as best she could.
    Keeping a firm grip on her legs so that she didn’t kick him in his face, he pushed open the doors to the bar and looked around. He found the object he was looking for just a few paces away and quickly walked to it.
    Dipping his shoulder, he let Emily go—right into the horse trough.
    She shrieked as cold water flew up, and Finn had to step back a pace to avoid getting a dunking himself.
    “Had enough? Are you going to do as you are told, or do I shove you back in again?”
    “You fucking bastard. I hate you,” Emily yelled as she staggered to her feet.
    He sighed. Clearly she hadn’t got the message that he wouldn’t let her go. Damn . He’d have to think of something else.
    Before she could climb out, Finn pulled her, dripping wet, into his arms and made his way back into the building he had just vacated. By now a crowd of people was beginning to stare at their antics, but he hardly noticed them, so intent was he on getting the upper hand with this woman who plagued him.
    Slamming Emily on her back on the nearby table, he held her wrists down with his hands. Unfortunately, that meant her legs were free to kick out. He swore as she nearly got him in a vulnerable place and kneed aside her legs so he could stand in between.
    She still lashed out, but there was no chance now of her causing any vital damage to a part of his body he was very fond of!
    It wasn’t easy to hold her down, particularly as anger gives a person strength, particularly an irate woman who had been swearing volubly throughout.
    “Dammit, stay still.”
    “Go and fuck yourself, entertainer. You might sing soprano then.”
    Her struggles were wearing him down, so he decided he needed to do something quickly. Gathering both of her arms into one hand, he used his other to raise her sopping wet skirt and darted underneath to rub his thumb over her clit. Oh yes, that worked. Emily suddenly went still.
    So abrupt was her immobility he nearly fell on top of her. Taking advantage of the unexpected surcease, he released her hands and leaned down to lick her pussy.
    He hadn’t been with many women, although in his work it was easier to have a stolen night with a woman than most men. He did know he thoroughly enjoyed the smell of an aroused woman, and this was the aroma coming from