I Owe the Tyrant Four Little Heirs novel Chapter 127

Seeing Jareth just standing there watching her like it was some kind of show, Niamh’s temper flared. “Mr. Bragg, could you at least offer a hand?” she yelled.

Jareth’s reply was cold. “What’s our relationship? Why should I help you?”

Niamh was speechless. Fine. If you want something done, do it yourself. With a final, determined effort, she managed to get to her feet.

Jareth just shook his head in disgust and started to turn away.

But as Niamh took her first step, her foot slipped again. She pitched forward, and in a desperate attempt to catch herself, she grabbed onto Jareth’s belt.

Her weight pulled him down with her. Jareth landed squarely on top of Niamh, his lips crashing directly onto hers.

Niamh froze for a second, then her face flushed a deep crimson as she realized what had happened. “Mr. Bragg, get off me!” she shouted. “You’re crushing me!”

Her back ached from the fall, but having his full weight on top of her was worse. She could barely breathe.

Jareth didn’t move.

“Niamh,” he said, his voice dangerously low, “I’m starting to think you’re doing this on purpose.”

On purpose? Was he crazy? Why would she do this on purpose?

“Just to get me to kiss you,” he continued. “Has it been that long since a man kissed you?”

Her answer only fueled Jareth’s rage. With a sudden, violent movement, he grabbed the top of her dress and ripped it open. He buried his face in her chest, his mouth finding her skin.

Niamh’s hands, which had been pushing against him, clenched into fists, grabbing handfuls of mud.

As his kisses grew more frantic, her will to fight dissolved. She knew it. She was certain of it. If this man didn’t want to let her go, she had no way of escaping.

Suddenly, he lifted his head, his eyes blazing with anger. “And even after this, you’re still going to tell me to pretend it never happened?”

“Yes!” Her reply was just as sharp, just as final.