Possessive Stepbrother

Kendra whimpered at the pain, her hands in fists pushing against his chest. But he seemed like a bolder, unmovable, impenetrable, and unwilling to hear her cries. His other hand ran down her body, pinching and probing at her flesh. He thrust that hand down the back of her skirt, his fingers moving over the softness of her buttocks even as she screamed again.

"Excuse me."

The voice was quiet, melodic but filled with an unassuming strength. The interruption caused Daniel to lift his head and Kendra wiped at her face with one corner of her shawl, not hiding her disgust from either man standing near her now.

"What do you want?" Daniel asked harshly and with little gentlemanly décor.

"I couldn't help but note that your lady does not seem to be willing party here." He nodded his head at Kendra.

"I'm not," she said quickly, before Daniel could put lies in her mouth. Kendra reached out to touch her savior and felt him take her hand to pull her away her brother. She shivered as the coldness of