She should have known that this would happen. And deep down, she had. Swallowing, she hissed as he yanked her by her hair, and Alistair's knot pulled painfully. Marcus shoved her roughly into the table, and she groaned as she knew her pale thighs would be bruised. When he began cutting down the chemise, she struggled...causing the blade to nick her slightly on her lower back. Either way, her nude rear and back were soon exposed, and she blushed in humiliation. She couldn't see Alistair, but somehow she had a feeling he wouldn't like this.<br/><br/>However, no matter how hard she fought against Marcus, he didn't budge, and soon she let out a shriek as the first blow landed. Every one earned a yelp or whimper, but when his fingers dipped between her legs, she tensed and was surprised to feel how wet she was.<br/><br/>"Get off of me!"