Page 54 of The Duke and the Temporary Bride

She raised an eyebrow. “Show me.”

This was a side of herself that even Selina did not know. She had no idea what she was saying. What she was doing. What any of it meant. But with Benedict, that did not seem to matter. She turned into a different person, one who knew just how to tease and poke him to get what she wanted.

Not that she even knew what she wanted!

Lucky then that Benedict seemed to understand that perfectly.

“Ow!” she yelped as his hands snaked under her back and then flipped her onto her stomach. “What are you?—”

“Quiet,” he growled.

He fell over her, pressing her into the bed. He wrapped one arm around her neck, pulling her head back so he could bite her earlobe. Meanwhile, his other hand trailed under her skirt and stroked her quivering thighs.

“Benedict…” Selina moaned as his fingers circled her pleasure center, stroked her folds, and then gently dipped inside her. “Oh… Benedict. Right there?—”

“I said”—he clapped a hand over her mouth so she could not speak—“Be quiet.”

With one hand still on her mouth, he used the other to force her onto her knees. Next, he pushed her chemise up her thighs and over her rear so that she was practically naked. Her dress was a torn, disheveled mess by now. She wanted to look back to see what he was doing, but he would not allow her, and that lack of knowing was both terrifying and beyond arousing.

Again, his fingers dipped inside her. She stiffened and bit his hand. He slid his fingers inside her further, and her body spasmed as she felt them press against a sensitive spot. She bit his hand harder, and he growled in warning. She laughed… and then screamed as his hand slapped her bare ass cheek.

“Urgh…” she groaned. “Again!”

He spanked her a second time. And a third! Spikes of pain radiated up her thighs and through her body, but she wanted more. All of it! A friendship had been all well and good, but it was nothing compared to this.

“I ask you again…” He dropped his hand as he kneeled behind her. “Is this what you want?”

“If you are not too much of a coward to take it.”

He laughed deeply as both his hands gripped her hips. She braced herself as she looked ahead, knowing what was about to come. He drew it out… had her shaking until she was just about ready to turn back and demand that he do it already, when?—

“Urgh!” she moaned, her head falling on the mattress as she felt him enter her fully.

Slowly, inch by glorious inch, Benedict slid his manhood inside her. It made her legs shake violently. It made her body stiffen and then shudder and then spasm. She bit into the mattress, only for his hand to wrap around her head and hold it there so she could not look back. And still, he slid deeper and deeper inside her.

Once he was all the way inside, he paused. She could hear him breathing. She could hear him growling. She could hear his heartbeat, or perhaps that was her own?

When Benedict did start to thrust, it was slow and steady at first, but she knew that would not last. Waves of pleasure rolled through her, starting from her loins until they reached her chest. Her entire body thrummed with it, a heat that built and grew each time he thrust deeper inside her.

One hand still holding her head down, his hulking frame bearing down on her, she had no control, no power to stop him even if she wanted to. And how much she loved it!

Benedict had his way with her however he wanted—with her bent over, her rear in the air. She felt like she was being punished for how she had behaved earlier. He roared as he took her. She moaned and cried out and called for more. It was raw and passionate. It was wild and untamed. It was violent and aggressive and a perfect embodiment of their relationship.

Selina did not know what would happen next. She did know, however, that friendship and civility were no longer an option. Not that she wished for them to be. And from the way her husband punished and pleasured her in equal measure, she could tell without asking that he was of the same mind.

Chapter Nineteen

“Ihave a proposal that you might be interested in,” Benedict said the following morning. “But please, do not read too much into it.”

Selina scoffed. “I will do my best not to become hysterical.”

He sighed. “That is not what I said.”

She looked at him pointedly. “You did not have to say anything. I know exactly what you meant, for it is written all over your face.”

Benedict clenched his jaw as he felt that all-too-familiar pull start in his crotch, blood flowing and engorging his member such that all he could think to do at that moment was stand up, upend the table, and pounce on his wife in a way that he very much suspected she would be perfectly fine with.

She wants me to. I can see it in her eyes. Her smirk. The way she licks her lips as if daring me…

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