He swooped on her, eyes burning with a hidden rage. He ducked down and slung her over his shoulder.
"What are you doing!" She cried, wriggling to get free. "Let me go! Let me go!"
He stamped up the stairs, ignoring her, please. When she started calling out for Judy, when she began to cry, he slapped her hard across the ass.
"Haven't you got a sense of dignity?" He huffed, climbing the last steps to the landing. "But go ahead, shout, cry. It just makes me want you more."
Her voice caught, somewhere between the threat of sexual need and his attack on her dignity, so she clammed up. Besides, who would help her? Judy? Garwood? Fat chance.
Now limp, each of his giant strides jolted her pelvis onto the bar nub of his shoulder, making her wince. He kicked open a door into a bedroom with a four-poster bed and golden yellow curtains. He led her straight through to the ensued bathroom and placed her in the bathtub. A thrill of alarm running through her, she screamed.
