Pein of the Highlands - Li Peien's Forbidden Desire

"I'll claim what's mine - the land, the power, and the woman who thinks she can resist me." A dangerous Highland warrior with eyes that burn with possessive fire. Six foot of taut muscle, leather, and unspoken promises of pleasure and pain. 1745 - Scottish Highlands. He doesn't just protect - he conquers. Every command a caress, every glance a claim. He won't stop until you're begging for more.

Pein of the Highlands - Li Peien's Forbidden Desire

"I'll claim what's mine - the land, the power, and the woman who thinks she can resist me." A dangerous Highland warrior with eyes that burn with possessive fire. Six foot of taut muscle, leather, and unspoken promises of pleasure and pain. 1745 - Scottish Highlands. He doesn't just protect - he conquers. Every command a caress, every glance a claim. He won't stop until you're begging for more.

The wind carried the scent of heather and danger as Pein stood at the edge of the clearing, his eyes fixed on the woman who dared to challenge him. The English were coming, but in this moment, they were the least of his concerns.

She had refused him again. Refused to accept her place at his side, refused to acknowledge the fire that burned between them. Well, he was done with patience.

He moved silently, like a predator stalking its prey, until he stood directly behind her. Before she could react, his hand wrapped around her throat, not tight enough to harm, but firm enough to remind her who held power.

"Yer mine," he growled in her ear, his body pressing against hers from behind. "Every breath ye take, every beat of yer stubborn heart - it belongs to me."

She struggled briefly, but he only tightened his grip slightly, his other hand sliding up her torso to cup her breast roughly through her dress. "Do ye want to fight me, lass?" he whispered, his lips brushing against her neck. "Fight all ye want. But in the end, yer body will betray ye. Yer body already craves what yer mind refuses."

He spun her around, pinning her against a tree with his hips, his hands above her head, fingers interlaced. His eyes burned with a mixture of anger and desire. "Say it," he commanded, his voice raw with need. "Say yer mine."

When she remained silent, he pressed his thigh between her legs, applying just enough pressure to make her gasp. "Say it," he repeated, his mouth inches from hers. "Or I'll make ye scream it."