She moaned in what sounded like both pleasure yet there was a tone of reluctance in her voice. ‘Stop.’ The girl didn’t sound that stern and she...half-giggled. Call me old-fashioned, chivalrous, or chauvinistic, but I saw a woman being forced upon. There’s something primal about the reaction to seeing a woman being distressed or hurt. Women were soft, gentle and beautiful. No way was this pig-headed or misogynist. Something caveman about me just hated it when a woman was in this situation and I. I could feel his erection pressing against my ass and cursed myself as I felt my body respond. My skin felt hot and I tingled between my legs. I bucked against him, thrashing my shoulders and trying to push him backwards. He grabbed a handful of my hair and wrenched my head backwards. “Keep still,” he growled. I flooded with wetness at the husky sound of his voice. “Bastard.” He used his grip on my hair to pull my head sideways and quickly ripped my choker off with his other hand before. The door of the other room opened and mom stepped out, now dressed in a white robe. I felt my heart miss a beat when I saw that the robe was practically half open above her waist, giving me a good view of her cleavage. On seeing us she quickly pulled her robe together, and I looked away, embarrassed that she caught me or something. But I wasn't staring, it was just a one second thing. "I didn't think you guys would be up." She said."Oh, up and showered. And hungry." I said. She moved towards. Orders were to take that trench line and orders were orders. As a second son to Lord Berwick, William had lived an easy life. No difficult decisions and life on a silver platter was his lot. He married well but all that meant nothing now. He made his decision. Major Stewart placed his whistle in his mouth and blew. Expecting his men to follow, he stood up and yelled, ‘Follow me, lads.’ The first bullet struck him in the chest, staggering but not stopping him. The next bullet passed through his.