"Get up, bitch, " he hissed.
She didn't move fast enough. He grabbed her arm and jerked her toward
him, his gun pressed into her belly. When he let go of her arm, she
tried to step back, shaking her head at him in a silent plea not to
hurt her, but he was indifferent to her fear.
"Please, " she whimpered.
Her plea fueled his excitement. "That's it, bitch. Beg me, " he
crooned.
"I want you to beg." He reached between them and tore the front of her
dress open to the waist, smiling when she cried out again. Before she
could cover herself, his hand was painfully squeezing one of her
breasts.
"No, don't do this, " she whispered.
He tossed the gun on the bench, laughing now, and pulled her up against
him. His fingers tore through her hair as his mouth slammed against
hers. The kiss was wet, hot, crude. He bit her lower lip until he'd
drawn blood and hungrily licked the red drops with his tongue.
He kissed her again and again, holding her prisoner in his arms as she
fought him, and when he finally pulled back, he stared into her eyes as
he slowly took hold of her hand and forced her to caress him intimately
through his trousers.
"I want you." Her eyes closed in blissful surrender, and she sagged
against him. Her laugh was that of an enchantress. "You always want
me." His grip tightened, and he panted against her ear. The sound
aroused her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and boldly rubbed
against him.
"You ruined my blouse. You're too rough."
"You like it rough." A shudder passed through her. "Yes, I like it
that way, " she whispered.
He began to kiss the side of her neck. She purred like a contented
cat.
"We shouldn't . . . The marshal will be back soon. Oh, God, that
feels good." She leaned back so she could see his eyes. "I see you
received my telegram. Are the boys with you? " He kissed her mouth
once again before he answered her. "Johnson's in Rockford Falls
waiting for the opportunity to kill both those women. The others have
gone on ahead to Red Arrow. If Johnson fails, they'll kill them when
they get off the train. You are sure that's where the women are
headed, aren't you? " "Yes, I'm sure, " she answered smugly.
"Have you figured out which one was in that bank? " "No, " she said.
"Both of them are as scared as mice and neither one confided in me.
It's a pity the fire didn't kill them, " she added as she slid her
fingers through the hair at the back of his neck. "I went to a
considerable amount of trouble."
"Don't you pout, " he crooned. "If Johnson can't get them, the rest of
my boys will take care of them in Red Arrow."
"And then I'm the witness." Her throaty laugh inflamed him. "Yes,
yes, " he whispered. "Oh, that's fine. Just fine." Her hand slowly
moved down his chest and then lower still until she was once again