The Gentlewoman by Lisa Durkin

her,
feeling how lonely she seemed, obviously fighting her anxiety over his roaming
hands.
    He was standing in front of her when she opened her eyes.
    “Try to get some sleep and I’ll see you in the morning for a
run.”
    She smiled. “I think I’ll do that. Thanks for lunch today
and all the help. I really appreciate it.”
    “What are friends for, Morgan?” He smiled back at her and
placed his hand on her cheek. Neither of them moved as their eyes locked and
held. After a moment he left, closing the door soundly behind him.
    Jackson closed his front door and texted Agent Durand one
word: “File?” He threw the phone back on the counter. He wanted to know about
everything that happened in that attack on Rory. He could feel her response to
him, damn it. He knew she wanted him. But she fought it. His dick was so hard
he could barely stand it. As he headed to the shower, he couldn’t believe how
badly he wanted to pump her harder than he’d ever had anyone in his life. His
reaction to her was incredible. As he stood under the shower and grabbed his
thick cock in his hand, images of Rory ran through his mind. Those lingering
looks from those dark eyes, those full lips, that tasty flesh…

Chapter Seven
     
    She felt the car pull onto the gravel road leading up to
the farmhouse and remained still, too panicked to move. Any movement was
excruciating after the continued beating. There was a loud ringing in her ears
and a constant intense painful throb in her head from the repeated blows. Her
lips were swollen and bleeding and her left eye was swollen shut. She was
curled into a small ball in the corner of the backseat, desperately trying to
put space between herself and her husband. She didn’t know what to do. She
continuously wiped the blood from her nose and lips on the sleeve of her coat
and prayed that she would be able to save her father and herself.
    The car pulled to a stop. Both Aidan and the assistant,
Lon she believed was his name, got out. She moved as quickly as she could. She
could see they were at the farmhouse. It looked deserted, no other people or
cars. Maybe he had been lying about bringing her father here. She frantically
glanced down and around in the car for anything she could use to defend herself.
Her eyes fell to the dashboard and the magnetic pen hanging from the glove box.
She threw herself forward to grab at it and thrust it into her coat pocket. The
back door opened and Aidan grabbed her by the hair. She cried out in pain as he
jerked her upright, walking her quickly across the large open space in front of
the house.
    She heard the car start behind them and back down the
gravel drive. When the car reversed and moved forward down the lane, she took a
chance and clasped her hands together, raising them and swinging hard in
Aidan’s direction. She made contact with his head and as he loosened his tight
grip on her hair, she shot at a sprint toward the front door. Her breath came
frantically and she raced to the front door, grabbing for the doorknob. As
quick as she was, Aidan was on top of her in the next second, slamming into her
back and pressing her harder against the door. Forcing her left hand off the
doorknob, he jerked her arm behind her back. A loud primal scream escaped her
throat as he twisted her balled-up fist in his hand. The sound of the bones
snapping was loud and brutal. She fell to her knees, shocked and fighting to
drag oxygen into her lungs. She held her left arm while doubling over and
vomiting violently. When the heaving stopped, she kept her head down.
    “That’s what you get when you fuck with me, cunt.” He
jerked her up by the hair. Unlocking the door, he pushed it open and shoved her
in ahead of him.
     
    Rory woke with a jolt. Sweat poured from her body and her
breathing was frantic. She looked down and immediately released her left arm.
She rubbed her forehead. After a moment, she lay back on the pillow and tried
to still the trembling. Tears slid down her cheeks