Page 31 of My Ruthless Duke

“Above all others, that is what you vowed to me, is it not?” Dorian continued, his fingers dipping between her thighs like he was going to enter her, and teasing her along the slit instead. She tried to chase the movement with her hips, wanting more but he did not relent. “Your body, your heart, every part of you belongs to me. Does it not?”

“Yes!” Cordelia panted. She turned to look over her shoulder at him in a clear challenge. “If it is proof you need, thenclaim me, take me as your wife as you should have long ago.”

Dorian stood behind her, the bulge in the front of his trousers a whole other sort of friction as he brushed against her. Hishands undid the laces, never breaking eye contact with her as her breathing hitched. She shifted her hands to grip the edge of the table, unsure of whatexactlywas coming next—until he freed himself. Her eyes widened. She had been told where his manhood would go, she logically knew that it would replace where his fingers were… but there was no way that he would fit.

An almost cruel smirk twisted his features as he registered her thought, and lined himself center with her, his hips rocked forward—and the stretch was instant. Cordelia started to bow forward, her knees weakening only to be caught around the middle with one arm, the other banding over her chest to pull her back against him, her hands wrapping around his forearm as he pushed further into her.

The bright burst of discomfort only lasted a moment, covered by the incrediblyfullfeeling of him filling her. She tried to adjust, to prepare herself, but the friction of his open breeches against her raw, puffy skin was driving her mad—and then he started to move.

“God, you are so tight,” he muttered, his voice low and gravelly. “You feel better than I imagined… better than I dreamed.”

The world simply disappeared around her. He started slowly, kissing her cheek and urging her face back to his own so that he could kiss her, his tongue tangling with her own as he claimed her, deeply and thoroughly. Her legs threatened to give out entirely were it not for the strength of his arms.

He shifted, lifting her knee onto the table and bending her more fully over it. Her dress would be ruined, and it did not even occur to her to care. She could not stop the stream of sounds that left her, only half with her awareness as he gathered her skirts in his hands to use as leverage, the slapping skin against skin seemed to echo through the stillness of time as he thrust inside of her.

“Come for me,” Dorian urged, his voice thick with command as he felt her tighten around him. “I want to feel you. I want to watch you unravel in my arms.” Had she known that this existed, that she could feel likethis,all of their arguments would have been solved far more simply. This was a whole new world for her to explore and experiment with. Grunting, Dorian bent over her, his hand wrapping just under her lifted thigh to pinch that swollen nub that he had been circling earlier—and the cry of pleasure should have rattled the glass walls as she shattered around him, squeezing tightly around him, making his movements stutter as Dorian’s hand tightened around her hip. Heat pulsated deeply inside of her, and Dorian stilled.

His hands ran the length of her back, up to her shoulders, to pull her back so that he could kiss her once more. “You feel so perfect around my cock, Little Flower,” he spoke between kisses. “Mine, and only mine.”

“Only yours,” She echoed mindlessly as he slipped from her, and she could feel their combined pleasure sliding down her legs.

Chapter 16

“We have company, Your Grace!” Cordelia giggled frantically as she furiously pushed her skirts back down.

“I do not care,” Dorian answered easily as he attempted to lift her skirts once more. “And I told you to call me Dorian.”

He dropped down to one knee in front of her and managed to place a single kiss just above her stocking on her inner thigh before Cordelia squealed and shoved him away.

“Dorian, they will hear us!”

“Let them hear. I do not wish them to be here anyway,” Dorian insisted and pushed forward again.

Cordelia took advantage of him being so off-centered. It was not that she did not wish to take advantage of the sight of herhusband on his knees, desperately attempting to get between her thighs. She had lost count of how many times he had renewed his claim on her. Her legs had a constant tremble, and they hadcompany.

Besides, as tempting as he was, as much as she enjoyed his company… there was still so much that was left unsaid between them. There was so much that they ignored because this was all that they seemed to ever do. There was not so much room for conversation, not really.

Every time, Cordelia promised herself that she would confront him, that they would have a conversation but then he touched her and she forgot.

“I promised your sister that I would chaperone for her!” Cordelia explained as her hand wrapped around the doorknob. She placed her back firmly against the door, relishing the look of pure frustration on Dorian’s handsome face with no small amount of glee.

“She ought not to have that cad in my house anyway. If you walk out of this room, then I will only be more resolute in my opinion.” Dorian sighed.

“Mr. Hislop has been nothing but kind to Mary, and very generous. I think that she is rather fond of his company.”

“He has already called on her three times. It is excessive,” Dorian insisted.

“Just becauseyoutake some sort of perverse pleasure in your loneliness…”

“I would much rather take my pleasure from you.” Dorian reached for her dress, and she knew that the moment he got a hold of her, he would pull her right down onto the floor with him. He had made her blind with pleasure just last night. Though he did not spend the night with her after, he seemed wholly intent on making the most out of every instance of their being alone together.

Cordelia bit down on her bottom lip, debating whether she should add the information that sheknewwas going to sour his mood. But it might be the only way that she got to leave the room unsullied.

“Do not be angry, but… Matthew has joined Mr. Hislop this time.”

Dorian’s amusement dried instantly, just as she knew that it would. “All the more reason why I should be deep inside of you, lest you forget.”

Heat surged south, her thighs clamping together at the prospect, but she swallowed against her already dry throat. “You are incorrigible.”

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