Page 28 of Legacy of Succession

“You mean no.” She pushes to her feet and walks past me to the bed. I follow her and wrap my arms around her. I don’t know why. It just seems the right thing to do. She’s distressed. She’s been told she could die within the year.

“I don’t know if that’s a battle too far for me. I won’t ever stop trying, though.” I lay my head on her shoulder and whisper my words into her ear.

“William’s safe. I won’t mention I’ve seen him. He told me about the cameras you have on us. You might want to get rid of any video that’s been recorded.” She sounds defeated.

“Thank you. I’ll choose you in return if I can. I’ll make you the Duchess.”

She spins in my arms and faces me. The tears she’s been holding in begin to fall. Her stunning emerald eyes meet mine, and there's sadness and defeat in them.

“No, don’t make a promise you can’t keep. I’m not protecting William so I can gain favor with you. I’m doing it because he’s as much a victim of this house as I am.” She looks down at the ground. “I think it would be better if you go.” With a wriggle, she attempts to pull out of my arms. I grip tighter. I don’t want to go. She looks back up at me. “Earl Lullington, please.”

I bow my head and bring my lips down on hers. She’s soft and tastes of strawberries. At first, she doesn’t respond. I pull back and see that tears still fall. She opens and closes her mouth like she wants to tell me off, to shout, scream, and rant at me, but nothing comes out. I let go of her waist with one hand and use my fingers to wipe away her tears. She turns her head and kisses the tears from my digits. My breath hitches, and I lean back in to kiss her again. This time, she responds, and before I know it, we’re bumping into the bed and falling on top of it.

She breaks the kiss and stares at me intently.

“Make me feel. If I’m to die, allow me this one thing.”

I slide down her body. She’s wearing the silk dressing gown and set of pajamas that I bought for all the girls. Tradition dictates that they should wear these horrendous Victorian nightdress things, but I’m afraid they did nothing for me. If I can’t see a woman naked, then I prefer her to look casual in low slung trousers and a tight t-shirt. I pull her pajama bottoms down and throw them on the floor. My face is inches from her pussy, and I can smell her arousal. It leaves a glistening coat on her neatly trimmed cleft. I shove my face in between her legs and start to sample her delights — like a man on death row consuming his last meal. I’ve eaten enough pussy to know a good one when I taste it, and this is the best ever. She’s succulent, sweet and wet, just for me.

“That feels amazing.” She squirms with pleasure under my exploration of her folds.

I pull my head up. “Has anyone ever given you oral sex before?”

She lifts her head up and raises an annoyed eyebrow at me.

“Err. You’re the only man I’ve ever been alone with, except my father and brother. I don’t know what other freaky things your family gets up to, but mine doesn’t go for incest.”

I chuckle and let it reverberate around her inner thighs. Even with my head in between her legs, she's still lippy. I like it.

“Believe me, neither my father or brother have attributes akin to yours, which entertain me in the slightest. I like the fact that I’m the first man to go down on you. I know once you’ve had me you won’t want anyone else.”

“Arrogant or what?” she snorts.

“It’s my middle name.”

I flex my index finger and tenderly sink it inside her. She clenches down on the intrusion — fuck, this is only a finger. I imagine sticking my cock inside her. She would grip me like a vice and milk the cum from my body in a violent explosion. But I mustn’t get ahead of myself. First, I’m going to give her, her first orgasm from being licked out.

I push another finger inside her, and she groans even louder.

“So full.”

“Wait until it’s my cock.”

I feel her entire body shiver under me. Dipping my head again, I devour her. It isn’t long before she starts to writhe and jerk on the bed in a climatic orgasm. She moans my name in a raspy breath.

“Nicholas.”

The way she says my name catches my breath and halts me in my exploits to send her high again. Fuck, what am I doing? I can’t do this. I can’t take her in this way. I can’t develop feelings for her. It’ll ruin everything. I jump from the bed. She sits up, her hair crazy with that ‘just come’ look.

“What’s wrong?” she asks with disappointment on her face. “Did I do something wrong?”

“I’m not the man who should make you feel. I’m the devil. You’ve called me that yourself.” I readjust my trousers, my cock is rock hard, and go to the door.

“What?” She slides from the bed on wobbly feet. Thankfully, her dressing gown covers her nakedness from me.

“Thank you for agreeing not to out William for his indiscretion. I’ll see to it that he doesn’t bother you again. You should get some sleep. We have a task tomorrow, and, as you’ve asked me not to, I won’t go easy on you.”

Her lips purse together, and her brow furrows. I know that she’s about to hit me with another outburst, but I don’t wait to hear it. I leave the room and take the steps to mine, two at a time. I can’t get to it fast enough. The house is still dark apart from a small slither of moonlight cascading through the windows not covered by curtains. On entering my room, I slam and lock the door behind me. I need to relieve the ache in my pants. Fuck, I would have taken her there and then if my brain hadn’t kicked in. I’m not here to fall in love with these girls. They’re a means to an end: stick a child in them, raise the next generation, and free William from the confines of his seclusion imposed by my father. I drop my trousers and pump hard at my cock. I fist it so fast that I come in an instant. My essence spills onto the floor, but I don’t care. I needed this release. I need to prove to her that I’m the devil who takes for himself. She’s a lamb to the slaughter — a means to an end. I won’t rest until I’m the next Duke of Oakfield.

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