Maisie
I giggled at that, even if I really felt like strangling the life out of him. And when he found my throat and squeezed, hard enough to leave a bruise but not enough to really hurt me, I said in that soft purr he always liked to use when he was mocking me, "Why, husband? You don't like playing games anymore?"
He brought his lips to my ear. "I'll kill anyone who touches you, May. I'll line them up and make a pool out of their blood. You want freedom? I'll burn your fucking wings."
Anger shot into my blood like adrenaline. Arousal pounded between my legs.
My mind wanted murder. My body had interpreted his words differently and wanted sex. Goddess, I needed to get away from this man.
"Let go of me," I said, struggling against him.
Of course, I was married to a barbarian—barbarians—because the world abruptly twisted ninety degrees as his thick arm locked around my midsection, hoisting me off my feet.
