Page 31 of A Nameless Highland Laird
“I only want ye to be careful around Laird Knox. I have been watchin’ him and his behavior is nae that of a Laird. It is strange and I dinnae want ye to get caught up in whatever schemes he and that advisor of his have planned.”
She shook her head, letting her eyes fall shut in disbelief for just a second.
“Och, Alec, ye ken that I love ye and only ye. Ye dinnae need to bother Cameron anymore. He is nae a concern. He is nothing more to me than a mission my father sent me on.”
The lie tasted bitter in her mouth, but she didn’t know what else she could say to calm Alec down. She didn’t like this side of him—when he was territorial and possessive and irrational. She didn’t like having to say and do whatever she had to just to appease him.
Regardless, her words must have struck a chord as he nodded, the fire behind his eyes dimming slightly, before he picked his head back up and kissed her again.
It was much less aggressive this time, though still just as fevered. She almost winced as his lips found her already tender ones and for a moment she pondered if her mouth would be bruised in the morning. But Alec didn’t seem to notice, or if he did, he didn’t care. He was too intent on melting her all over again, his hands roaming all over her body.
Charlotte gasped in surprise when his fingertips dared to dip below her neckline. He had never been so bold before, so forthright in his advances. Perhaps it was because all of their stolen kisses at her father’s castle were done in a garden or the stables and here, there was a bed mere feet from them. It was a detail her mind couldn’t seem to forget and one he seemed intent on making the most of.
She knew she had to put a stop to this before it went any further. It had already crossed many of her lines, ones that she knew Alec was pushing on purpose.
This time when her hands found his chest, she shoved hard. Humiliation and shame burned in her cheeks. She was sure she was a bright shade of red with tousled hair and swollen lips. It was an image she did not want to confront.
He stumbled back a few steps, though not enough to give her space to breathe. She swallowed hard seeing his fury return with a vengeance.
“Is this how ye treat someone ye love?” he spat, his eyes narrowed into slits.
She opened her mouth to answer, but nothing came out. He didn’t wait for her to find her words, storming out of her room instead, slamming the door behind him.
