[/html]For a moment he could see the hatred overtake the fear in her deep blue eyes. Gregor would make sure that fighting spirit of hers was broken before he relinquished her back to the thin little Chief. He held no fear of what Maska might say or do if she was returned to him spoiled. The Mountain's loyalty to his lieges was never very strong. If the willowy man attempted to take him into custody, Gregor would simply kill whoever dared to lay a hand on him and kill Maska as well. Beasts like him did not trust, nor should they be trusted.
The Mountain had never held back his strength when facing women or children. He did not put his full power behind the hit he dealt the runaway, but all he spared her were broken bones—her face would still swell and bruise horribly. The hand holding her braid released her as she fell to the ground with the force of his strike and she was now exactly where he wanted her. His member had peaked out from its sheath and was beginning to harden, aroused by violence and the scent of her fear.
As she came back to her senses, she frantically began to crawl away from him, but he couldn't have his prize escaping now. Gregor lunged down after her and one hand grabbed her by the back of the neck and pushed her down, the other started tearing at her sheer skirt.
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