Chapter 9
Elijah huffed as he climbed out of bed in the morning, irritated to discover that it was still dark. “Blasted country! They don’t even keep the correct schedules!” He was grumpy that he was wide awake at night, unwilling to shift his sleep schedule to the current day/night hours. Elijah didn’t want to complicate his life upon his return to Kentucky by unnecessarily changing his watch to the current time zone.
His return. Thinking about his wife, he wondered what Tara looked like now. He’d been married to Tara thirteen years ago. But he hadn’t been allowed to enjoy his wedding night. His wife had been secreted away, stolen by his brat of a sister-in-law. Kaia, he remembered, had been one of the most disobedient of their entire village. The child had been outspoken, constantly questioning the rules, speaking out when she should remain silent, and sneaking books into her room, reading materials other than the good book.
That little bitch had stolen Tara from him. Tara had been so pretty and innocent on their wedding day. She’d been nervous, as was appropriate. But those huge, green eyes had stared up at him, trusting him.
She would pay, he thought as he gripped his suddenly hard shaft with the palm of his hand. Stroking himself, he pictured in his mind what he would do to the sisters once they were brought back into the fold of their church family. The lash would be the most appropriate form of discipline.
Grunting, he pictured his wife’s back in his mind and…groaned as the pleasure erupted all over his hand.