Could there be any fate worse for a chieftain's daughter than to be captured by the enemy warlord? Annie was determined to fight, even if he killed her for it. But Cassidy had a different goal in mind--he ached to possess her lovely body, and introduce her to the joys of sweet passion!
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Suddenly Annie felt incredibly weary. Dawn was only a short time away; the entire village had been taken by surprise in the darkest hours of night. Everyone had been yanked from sleep by the wild, raucous shouts and the deadly scent of fire.
She had no idea whether her parents were still alive. Or what would happen to the few pitiful survivors.
Despite her resolutions to stay awake, to fight, sleep quickly overcame her.
That was how the warlord found her, when he returned to his solitary tent, just as dawn?s first rays were lighting the sky. Wrists tightly bound, her glorious hair in disarray, her thin gown hiked up to show an indecent length of slender thigh and leg.
He considered the sleeping girl for a long moment, debating, then reached a decision and stripped off his thick cloak. She was shivering, curled up on herself. A long grateful sigh escaped her as he spread the cloak, still warm from his own body, over hers.
She would not be so grateful, he knew, when he woke her.
Her fair hair felt like tangled silk beneath his callused hand. A hot surge of desire tightened his body. There was no question that he would take her. She belonged to him now, by right of conquest. Whether the taking would be easy or painful would depend on her...ÿ