“So you condemn your lover to lose his position Morrigan.”
She wasn't surprised by the sound of the Count's voice behind her but she was startled by just how close he was when she whirled to face him. He was too close for her to lash out though that didn't stop her from trying when he opened her robe. His grip on her wrist was firm but it didn't hurt though it left her nowhere to go when he pulled her toward him.
The press of his lips on hers was demanding but she refused to yeild to it. Only Carl had shown that she could trust him enough to yeild her will to his, she certainly wouldn't let the Count take her without a fight.
“What a little wild cat you are Morrigan.”
Eyes flashing and narrow with anger she growled softly, "You've no idea!" as her free hand came up and raked her nails across his cheek while her knee drove up sharply into his groin forcing him to release her.
Freed she didn't wait to lecture or speak but merely ran from the room, tying her robe closed once more as she went. At the first servant she came to she demanded to know where Carl was and was given directions to the room where he was meeting with the Minister. She didn't think, she merely acted as she raced through the halls of the castle and burst through the doorway she'd been pointed to.
She saw nothing but Carl as she ran into the room and crushed herself tightly against him having to fight back sobs of fear, frustration, and rage, "I'm going to kill him! If he lays a hand on me again I swear it will make what I did just now seem like a birthday present!"
She wasn't surprised by the sound of the Count's voice behind her but she was startled by just how close he was when she whirled to face him. He was too close for her to lash out though that didn't stop her from trying when he opened her robe. His grip on her wrist was firm but it didn't hurt though it left her nowhere to go when he pulled her toward him.
The press of his lips on hers was demanding but she refused to yeild to it. Only Carl had shown that she could trust him enough to yeild her will to his, she certainly wouldn't let the Count take her without a fight.
“What a little wild cat you are Morrigan.”
Eyes flashing and narrow with anger she growled softly, "You've no idea!" as her free hand came up and raked her nails across his cheek while her knee drove up sharply into his groin forcing him to release her.
Freed she didn't wait to lecture or speak but merely ran from the room, tying her robe closed once more as she went. At the first servant she came to she demanded to know where Carl was and was given directions to the room where he was meeting with the Minister. She didn't think, she merely acted as she raced through the halls of the castle and burst through the doorway she'd been pointed to.
She saw nothing but Carl as she ran into the room and crushed herself tightly against him having to fight back sobs of fear, frustration, and rage, "I'm going to kill him! If he lays a hand on me again I swear it will make what I did just now seem like a birthday present!"