“STOP THIS, MY LORD.
YOU CANNOT TELL ME OUR MARRIAGE
IS OVER AND EXPECT YOUR RIGHTS
AT THE SAME TIME,”
SUMMER SAID WITH CONTEMPT.
“Can’t I?” Ruark asked silkily. “I can do anything I please. I am still master of my own hall.”
“I’ll fight you,” she vowed.
He laughed deep in his throat. Such a promise only spurred him. He reached out strong hands to take her by the shoulders, but she shrugged from her bed gown and ran.
His arm swooped down to catch her ankle, and as she tumbled to the carpet he was on top of her in a flash. As he bent to take her mouth, she managed to free one hand and rake his flesh. “Damn, you little wildcat, do I have to tie your hands?”
“Leave me alone … damn you to hell,” she spat out.
“That’s it!” he exploded. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you….”