Romance Novel Reviews

Copyright Dorothy GarlockAnnie Lash
by Dorothy Garlock

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His mouth savaged hers relentlessly, prying her lips apart, grinding his teeth against her inner lips. She tried to drag her head back, but his hand held her in position and she couldn't wrench it from his grasp. His teeth were biting into her lips, his fingers wound into her hair; she moaned in pain and struggled as violently as she could. He was taking her breath. When she thought her lungs would burst, he moved his mouth to the side of her face and she took in great gulps of air through her open mouth.

His hand had moved around to cup her breast. The shock of feeling his hard fingers kneading her flesh made her giddy. She tried to speak, to protest, but her voice seemed to have dried up. Her heart was racing beneath the breast he was holding and she felt a sudden revulsion in the pit of her stomach. He looked down into her face, his breath quick and warm on her wet mouth. Trembling, she tried to shake her head...

She silently shrieked a bitter protest and resisted with all her strength. She had never felt a man's lips on hers and her disappointment was so complete she went cold and stiff, but he didn't seem to notice. He was using her for some satisfaction of his own. She felt like an object and she hated him. When he lifted his head she was crying. He tasted the tears on her lips.

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He threw her to the ground and fell on top of her. Her struggles were beginning to irritate him and he slapped her. Almost instantly he was sorry, but it was too late to recall the blow. She would never be his now, except by force, and by God, if that was the only way he could have her, that's the way it would be!

He yanked her skirt up and saw that she wore nothing beneath it. Dark curls nestled between her legs and he buried his hand there while she writhed under him. She whistled again. He withdrew his hand and slapped her again, hard.

"Stop that!" he snarled, and jerked at the fastenings on his pants. His fingers fumbled in their frenzied haste to release that part of him that was swollen and rigid and ached so desperately.

Small mewing and gasping sounds came from her as she fought to free herself from his pressing weight.

"God, but you're beautiful! Even fighting mad, you're beautiful. Will I be going where no other man has ever been?" His happy, jubilant laugh rang out.

He shifted his body to lie full-length on hers, pressing his sex against her writhing body. She whistled again, but the sound was lost as he clamped his mouth to hers and ground his lips against her clenched teeth. He lifted his head just enough so he could see her face.

"You beautiful little... slut. I want to ram this up into your belly!" He flexed his hips and pushed the hard length of his arousal against her. "I can't wait to feel that inside you!" He continued to talk to her while he pried her legs apart with his knees and lowered himself onto her, breathless with anticipation, his insides churning to a painful depth.

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She tried to scoot around the tree to get away from him, but he stepped on her skirt and held her.

"Ya ain't agoin' nowhere." He dropped to his knees and brought his face close to hers. "Her's a purty 'un, Branson." He rubbed his fingers across the part of her face not covered with the rag that held the gag in her mouth. She tried to jerk her head away. He chuckled low in his throat and edged closer. It was more like an animal growl that came from him than a laugh and it came louder when he rubbed his maleness against her upper arm and she cringed. She heard the snort of laughter that came from the older man. It was a short guffaw.

"Yo're horny as a jackrabbit, Coll. Did ya ever see 'un a them studs take down a she? Whooeee! He's on 'er like mud on a fence, apokin' at 'her, 'n her asquealin'. Ya'll have yore bit a tail soon's we done what we come to. So jist take it a mite easy." His tone of voice changed abruptly from friendly to one with authority when he spoke again. "Ya ain't goin' ta be on 'er first, nohow. Ya kilt that thar Injin gal back thar afore I got me a turn on 'er. I'm takin' this'n first. Ya cin have my leavin's."

 

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