Dori was practically dragged outside. No one dared to go against the future Marquis.
Oman went to a narrower, more remote street, which he didn't know, and released Dori. But before she could speak or do anything, he pinned her against the wood of the house's wall and kissed her hungrily.
His hands ran down her body until he was squeezing her breasts through the bodice. She placed her hand on his chest and pushed him away.
"No!" She said but he kissed her again.
"You are mine!" He spoke, kissing Dori's neck and she was completely stunned. Was that man, who had treated her so badly, now claiming that she was his?
Dori frowned. She couldn't allow him to do as he pleased with her. With all her strength, Dori pushed him away.
"Stop!" she screamed.
"Why?" he asked, furious. "For you to run into the arms of that bastard?" he asked, pointing in the direction of the lodge.
