Page 21 of Lord of Debauchery

At last he seemed to sense I’d shut down my emotions, pulling his hand free and exhaling. As he helped me off his lap, it seemed all the amusement had left his system. Unfortunately, what it had been replaced with was something he couldn’t hide.

Lust.

I could make all the nasty comments in the world about the man, but it was obvious he was as uncertain about me as I was about him.

He held my arms as I collected myself, keeping his head lifted and his eyes pinned on me. “Go to bed. I’ll be up in a minute. I need to trust that you won’t go anywhere. Can I do that?”

It was getting late and I was as exhausted as he was. “You can trust me as much as I can trust you. If that helps any.”

When he started to stand, I backed away. There was so much about him that seemed different. Maybe it was because he had pulled out his shirttail, unbuttoned more of the buttons, and was looking a bit more disheveled than he had before. Perhaps the intense sensations were because of the way his beard accentuated his aristocratic features or the golden flecks dancing in his irises. Whatever it was, just looking at him was taking a toll.

“You were a very good girl,” he said in a husky voice.

“But I owe you for that,” I said in a quiet voice. I managed to jerk up my panties and shorts with one hand. I was certain I looked a mess and my face remained flushed. Thank God the lighting in the kitchen wasn’t that bright.

“For what?”

I had a feeling when I reflected on the single action later, not only would I regret my choice of underlining a point, but I’d realize it had been a stupid attempt at deflecting the way my body continued to respond to him.

Yet I couldn’t help myself, hauling off and cracking my fist against his jaw. It really was a gut reaction, catching me as much off guard as it had him. I even clamped both my hands across my mouth to keep from screaming.

Okay. I had to calm down. When he stumbled backwards, another odd moment slipped into my mind. His back hit the edge of the counter at an awkward angle, and I cringed deep inside. I felt the need to apologize. I also wasn’t good at that any longer. It had been a promise I’d made to myself.

“I’m sorry. That was… atrocious and uncalled for.”

Instead of retaliating in whatever way that I was expecting, he surprised me in a way that was something I’d remember for a hell of a long time to come.

He took a single long stride forward, wrapping his hand around the back of my neck in an entirely different kind of hold. One that screamed passion. As he jerked me forward, I was inundated with far too many feelings and sensations, but the attraction was so powerful I hungered for his touch.

And he wasn’t taking no for an answer.

The moment he dragged me onto my toes, he captured my mouth. While I’d done everything to push him off during the kiss in the woods, I was almost instantly drawn into the aura of his power. His danger.

And the kind of passion most women dreamt of.

Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew I’d regret my actions, but maybe I wanted to live for the moment. The kiss from before was enthralling, but this was even better. He immediately swept his tongue past my already slightly swollen lips. His actions weren’t gentle. They were rough and relentless. Rolling his other hand over my shoulder and cupped my aching bottom, lifting me off my feet, he swung me around as I’d seen in movies, growling the entire time. How was it possible a man could growl when he was concentrating on kissing a lady?

My entire body was so alive, tingling in a way that could only be described as being plugged in. I couldn’t seem to stop shaking and the way both breasts ached was something I’d never experienced in my life. I couldn’t even talk about the thunderous pulsing in my core or the explosive heat that rushed up and down the length of me like a tidal wave. Talk about opposites attracting. The insanity of this moment would forever be memorable.

He squeezed my buttocks, which caused me to moan inside his mouth, something he captured with ease. He was certainly a powerful kisser, his tongue exploring every inch even though the sense of urgency was building to a steep precipice.

Just like the crackle of electricity that had already nearly consumed us.

I could tell he wasn’t interested in waiting, already walking us back toward the kitchen table, now rubbing his hand up and down my back. His deep, rich scent seemed to combine a hint of the forest with dark herbs, spices, and a touch of exotic wood that I couldn’t place. It was far too intoxicating, stealing more than just my breath.

Every sound we made was like animals in the wild, famished for one another. There seemed to be no time to waste, both of us determined to enjoy what we could. Only I had to stop thinking or I’d talk myself out of this.

He fumbled with my shorts this time, finally wrangling them down my hips. I shimmied until gravity took them to the kitchen floor, kicking out of them seconds later.

The urgency continued to build, so much so I’d lost all sense of everything else. He was so controlling, such a dominating man that two seconds after he pulled away, jerking off his shirt from his collar and pitching it, he was ripping at mine. It was crazy to be fucking in the middle of the kitchen of the bed and breakfast with two bad men sleeping upstairs and another roaming my yard outside.

But here I was being taken by a wild man with dark needs.

He nearly ripped my shirt taking it off. I was panting and moaning as I pushed my palms against his chest, marveling at the way his heated skin felt underneath my fingertips. Nothing about this was right or good on any level but there wasn’t a chance he’d allow this to stop at this point.

His chest rose and fell rapidly as he jerked at his trousers. I just noticed he’d removed his belt upstairs, which was likely the only reason the bastard hadn’t used it to spank me. The smart girl inside, the one who said this was a terrible idea knew she should push him away, but I couldn’t get the words from my mouth let alone find the energy to push him physically.

There wasn’t just an urgency about the man any longer. It was as if his life depended on fucking me or he’d run out of air. Now he chose to toss me over the top of the table, his hunger knowing no bounds. He spread my legs wide open, bending them at the knee and for a few seconds all I could do was stare up at the ceiling without blinking.

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