Yes.

Within a wide, deep valley, the horse slowed to a stop, granting Vivia a precious moment of rest. Unfortunately, that rest led to inadvertently sinking into her captor's arms, and the saddle's horn sinking into the valley between her legs.

She hadn't the energy nor room to effectively escape the loathsome position—not that this woman would let her. She was bound for a reason, she knew. As she tried with frustrating fruitlessness to shift her hips enough that the saddle wouldn't be wedged where it was, her captor simply stroked her hair, a gesture that instilled anything but the relaxation intended.

Suddenly Vivia felt the woman's other hand slide over the sweat-stained chest of her tunic, firmly feeling her up. She gathered her breath enough to begin to voice a protest, however she was quickly leaned back and silenced by a mouth being placed over her own.

The dark-haired woman held Vivia's head tightly against her mouth, tongue invading the Rogue's throat as her hand invaded her clothing. Vivia gasped in surprise, eyes wide as she was ravished so suddenly. It was violating, and forceful, but after the rough ride her body was definitely excited, albeit insufficiently. How could this woman think such a thing was in any way decent? Such thoughts flew through Vivia's mind, yet the tongue exploring her mouth was hard to ignore.