Page 23 of The Duke's Bartered Mistress

You wanted this. You still want this.

Her core was wet with wanting. When he dragged a thumb through it, she heard him hum in approval.

“Good girl. Ye’re going to be glad for the opportunity to service me, eh?”

She squeezed her eyes shut, and when he dragged the head of his cock up her dripping cleft, she whispered, “Yes.”

And then he was pushing into her, and she couldn’t stop the whimper. He was so big, so much bigger than she’d expected. But at the same time, he filled her in a way she hadn’t realized she’d needed.

“Aye, that’s it.” He settled behind her, one hand on each of her hips, as if waiting for her to adjust. “Open yer eyes, Georgia.”

When he commanded, she obeyed.

This time, however, she met his eyes in the mirror, and saw them curiously expectant. He was…waiting?

For her?

Did he expect her to move? To make love to him?

He will erase my father’s debt.

Father expected her to succeed. He’d expected much from her over the years, since he’d taken her back after Roger’s death, but this might be the most important.

And all she wanted was his approval, his love.

For Father.

So Georgia curled her fingers into fists on the marble wash basin and squeezed her inner muscles.

Because of his scars, when Demon’s eyes widened in surprise, one opened farther than the other. But she was able to read the expression nonetheless, and felt a strange sense of accomplishment. She did it again, and saw him swallow.

Taking that as an encouragement, Georgia began to move slowly, rocking forward so he slid from her just a minute amount, then backward again. In the mirror his nostrils flared, his fingers digging into her hips.

When she did it again, his breath burst from his lips on a curse. She stilled.

“You do not wish—”

“I wish to fook ye, Georgia.”

Her back arched in order to hold his gaze in the mirror. But after a long moment, she nodded slightly. “Yes.”

That was all she said, but he exhaled as if he’d been waiting for the permission. “Say it.” He used his hold on her hips to slide from her, then push his way back in, even further, further than she thought possible. “Say ye want this.”

God, how could she not? Her thighs quivered from the strain of holding still when all she wanted was to grind against him. “Yes,” she whispered, a third time.

When his cock jumped inside her, she swore her nipples tightened further.

“Say the words.”

Of course she was going to obey him. “I want this, Demon. I want you.”

His pale eyes flashed. “Good girl.”

And she should have been ashamed at the way his praise made her preen, but she forgot once he began to move.

It was everything she’d been needing. Everything she’d forgotten.

It was everything.

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