RUBY
"Pardon my men for being rough," Duncan said, his tone deceptively apologetic. "They are just animals with no idea how to treat a woman."
He stepped closer. I tried to lean away, but there was nowhere to go. His hand came up suddenly, his fingers threading into my hair, and before I could react, he brought the dark strands to his face and sniffed deeply. The act was an intimate, possessive violation that made bile rise in my throat.
"So soft," he murmured, and with his free hand, he produced a small, black pair of scissors and casually snipped off a few strands. A cold, hard knot formed in my stomach. I realized instantly that if I want survive this, then I needed to be brave; any sign of weakness would mean he'd finish me quickly.
He then dropped the remaining hair with disd
