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and didn’t mean her any harm.
    “Let m-me p-pass.”
    His snake-like lips curled into a cruel smile. “I think it’s time someone took you down a few pegs, Miss Muffet. Gave you something tastier to eat besides curds and whey, if you catch my meaning. A nice juicy banger, for starters. And I could do with a nosh, so it would appear the job’s fallen to me.”
    As h e took a menacing step toward her, she spun, ready to run. Her ankle turned, barking with pain. She stumbled, lost her balance, and started to go down. He caught her by the arms, walked her backward toward the wall, and pinned her under the weight of his body. She tried to scream, but he stifled it with a kiss, thrusting his tongue into her mouth so deeply she nearly gagged. He tasted of beer, cigarettes, and something salty. She started to bite down, but he pulled away, hawked up a wad of mucous, and spit it in her face.
    “Bite me and you’re dead, bitch. Are we clear on that?”
    She said nothing, too frightened to form words. Or coherent thoughts. The feel of his body on hers made her stomach turn and her skin crawl. She could feel his erection digging into her thigh, could smell feral arousal in his sweat. She squirmed and flailed, fighting his hold with everything she had, but he was too strong. Tears of futility sprang into her eyes. She couldn’t believe, after waiting so long, she was going to lose her virginity like this.
    He let go of her arms, but kept her pinned. The next instant, he pressed an arm against her throat hard enough to cut off her air. She tried to gasp, but took nothing in. Her head began to pound, her mind to swim. She could feel him fumbling with his fly. She tried to lift a knee, to bash him in the groin, but he shoved his knee between her legs, blocking the blow.
    “Pleas e,” she pleaded, her voice a rasp.
    “That’s right, Miss Muffet .” He eased the chokehold enough to let her breathe. “Beg for it.”
    She felt him jerk up her skirt, felt his fingers clawing at her knickers, felt him poking at her entrance. Air rushed over her as his weight lifted off her. Unprepared for the sudden release, her legs buckled. She slid down the wall, the rough stucco and timbers tearing at her dress. Shaking with terror, she looked up. What did he mean to do? It took her a moment to process the scene before her. Her attacker dangled in midair, trousers around his knees, feet running a foot off the ground. Her Scot was there too, holding the man by the scruff of the neck.
    “This is between me and her, ” the would-be rapist sputtered as he yanked up his pants.
    “Oh, aye? Well, it’s between you and me now.”
    Dazed and shaken, she watched the exchange, mouth agape.
    “What shall I do with him lass?” the Scot asked, keeping his eyes on his captive. “It’s your call. Beat him to a senseless pulp or call the coppers?”
    She leered hatefully at the man’s crotch. “Is castration an option?”
    “Aye .” The Scot flashed her a grin as he gave the man a hard shake. “Just the bollocks or the whole package?”
    T he man started to squeal and pump his legs wildly. The Scot dropped him to the ground. Landing on his feet, he spun round and took a swing. Her stranger blocked the blow with lightning speed before delivering one of his own. Her attacker dropped on his ass with a grunt.
    “I was doing mankind a favor ,” he said. “Chalking one up for the home team, you might say.”
    Rage exploded inside her like a bomb. Her mind cleared and turned red. The next moment, she was on her feet. She charged toward the man, ready to do damage. Quick as a wink, the Scot caught her around the waist.
    Holding her tight, he barked at her attacker, “Clear off  before I give her the knife in my boot to do as she chooses.”
    Rolling onto all fours, the man pushed to his feet. She shot out a foot, but only caught air. As he took off running, the fight drained out of her.
    “Who are you?”
    “Just a Good Samaritan.”
    He let her go