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earning it. Her head snapped back and she landed on her bottom. She had
 No! You ll not whore yourself for him any longer! He lunged for no time to think or react as Neville hit her again. His right fist
her and they fell backwards, knocking the breath from her again. caught her a glancing blow to the side of her head at the same time
Neville lay on top of her and, grabbing her hands he held them she sprang for the doorway. Stars exploded before her eyes.
above her head. His face was only inches from hers. Reeling, she put her hands up to ward him off as he punched her
 I don t. again. She fell back, her head banging against a timber post. Dry
He cut her off by enveloping her mouth with his. His wet kisses sobbing, retching, she crawled on her hands and knees, desperate
swarmed over her face, hair and neck.  You re mine, not his. He to get away from him. She looked up. He was on his feet now and
clenched her wrists in one hand and ran the other over her eyes her scream echoed around the barn as his boot came at great speed
down her neck and over her left breast. His breathing grew hot and and landed with a teeth chattering thud in her side. The air
rapid. whooshed out of her lungs and she cried out.
 Neville, let me go! She squirmed, trying to wiggle out from  What the bloody hell is going on!
under her him, but he pressed down harder, trapping her. His knee Dazed, Isabelle peered up at the doorway, clutching her side in
forced her legs apart and his intentions became horribly clear to her agony. She couldn t make out who stood there as the light came
frenzied mind.  No, Neville. Let me go. from behind, casting the face into shadows.
 I ve waited too long, he gasped, licking her cheek, sucking the  Get yerself away from me wife!
tender skin beneath her ear.  I ve tried to be patient, me darling girl, Farrell.
you know I have. The shock rendered her speechless, momentarily shutting out
His hand inched up her skirts and then she felt his fingers grab- her pain. She heard Neville behind her and closed her eyes, waiting
bing the waistband of her drawers, pulling them down. The cold air for the blow to come. Instead, Farrell lunged for Neville and the
on her thighs stunned her. She bucked, doubling her efforts to free two men fell to the floor. Fists flayed, curses and grunts filled the
herself. She screamed again, high and clear, startling him out of his dim barn. Isabelle scrambled to her feet, gasping at the pain in her
intensity of getting his way with her. side. Tears blurred her eyes and she felt more than saw her way to
 Quiet! His hand left her drawers and slammed onto her mouth. the door. The crunch of bone on bone jerked her senses back to the
Her teeth bit her lips and the metallic taste of blood coated her fighting men. Farrell knelt over Neville pummelling his face. A
tongue.  Lay still, Belle. I ll not hurt you. In fact you ll enjoy it, I wild, desperate rage brightened Farrell s eyes and this made her
promise. rush to pull him off the other man.
Breathing in short spurts through her nose, she tensed as his  Stop it! Enough. She tore Farrell away and together they stum-
hand ventured lower. He was fumbling with his trousers, cursing at bled back, panting. Neville lay unmoving and Isabelle stared at
his hurried, ineffectual attempts when suddenly she raised her knee him, horrified that Farrell had killed him.
and in the same movement thrust him off her. Within the blink of  He s not dead. Her husband s indifferent voice rang in her ears.
an eye she was on top of him. The force of her push had taken him Farrell looked around and, spotting a bucket, he picked it up and
by surprise. He lay flat on his back and his eyes were wide in bewil- went outside.
derment. Shaking, Isabelle stepped closer to Neville to check he breathed,
 You filthy bastard! How dare you touch me! Incensed, she fearful that he would suddenly spring up and grab her leg. Farrell
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re-entered the barn and lifting the bucket, threw the icy contents of
it over Neville s face. Spluttering, gasping, Neville rose on one
elbow and wiped the moisture from his rapidly swelling eyes.
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