Page 41 of Duke of Chaos

His fingertips were fused to her flesh as if melted onto it, and his grip became desperate despite his mental protests to let her go.

“Let us end this lesson, Ezra,” Lydia pleaded from his lap as his hands continued their possessive exploration.

“I cannot take it anymore. I cannot write the letter. I was wrong for disobeying your order to leave you alone. I am sorry I did not leave when you told me to.”

The pleading in her whimpering voice as well as the apology itself sent a shot of arousal so intense, so deep, through Ezra’s groin that he felt his seed release of its own volition. Unable to help himself, unable to do anything but allow it to happen, his hands gripped her tightly to him as he sank his teeth into her shoulder, and he groaned out his relief.

Pleasure racked through him as his rigid member pulsed over and over, but he barely had a moment to feel sated before his frenzy began anew. In fact, he did not even soften as he pulled Lydia off of his lap to turn her around and make her straddle him; and he knew she felt the evidence as her knees brushed up against his sides and he locked her to him.

He wrapped his injured hand around her neck and brought her lips down to his, kissing her possessively until they were both breathless.

“Say it again,” he commanded, grinding himself into her.

“I am sorry,” she breathed, her eyes fluttering as her hips rose and fell with his.

“I am sorry,husband,”Ezra corrected bitingly.

“I am sorry,husband,”Lydia moaned obediently.

A growl of approval ripped from Ezra’s chest as he pulled her in for another kiss.

“That’s my good wife,” he rasped, pulling away from the kiss.

He turned her once more, so she was facing the desk and pushed the pen into her hand.

“Now youwillwrite this letter. Repeat what I say so I know you are hearing me.”

Trembling, Lydia dipped the pen into the inkwell as Ezra’s fingers found her mons beneath her skirts.

“To Lord Reginald Hammond, Earl of Rayburn…”

Lydia’s voice came out soft and trembling as she repeated his words, but she was able to legibly write out the greeting. Ezra thrummed his fingertips against her sex; a reward for the accomplishment, and he continued, ignoring her gasp.

“It was both a privilege and an honor to have…” Ezra’s fingers began to stroke small, lazy circles into Lydia’s taut bundle of nerves as he forced her to write and repeat each new sentence. This time, with his hand between her legs, Lydia seemed more determined than ever to carry out her task properly.

“Regards, Lord Ezra Fernside, Duke of Frampton,” he finished, his fingers now moving at a fevered pace.

Lydia moaned and writhed as she shakily drew out the last letter in his name, and as she let the pen fall to the side, Ezra drew her closer to him and thrust his two fingers inside her wet warmth.Satisfaction poured through him as Lydia’s hips rose, her back arched, and the back of her head fell into the crook of his shoulder as her body spasmed with release.

Unable to help himself, Ezra bit down on her shoulder once more as he began to thrust his manhood against her wetness. To his great surprise, Lydia’s hips began to move with his, as if wanting to help him release. Too weak to resist, Ezra released his teeth, running his tongue over the sore mark, then kissed and lapped up her neck as Lydia allowed him to meld her body completely to his.

They had not discussed the reward he had given her at the masquerade ball. It had been for her pleasure, yes, but what she had not known was that it had pleased him as well. Now that the tables had been turned and it washismercy inherhands, he suddenly realized that shewantedhim.

As he moaned into Lydia’s back, his release shot out from a place deep within him. She moaned with him too, which only made his erection throb harder as he continued to spill. For a moment he let himself become lost in her as he absorbed every sensation. Her black cherry scent, the buttery softness of her skin, and the sensation of the combined rhythm of their hips, even as they slowed, was delicious. Intense.Toointense.

The realization dawned on him gradually. As addictive as it was to drink all of Lydia in, it was too much. Feelings, strange and uncomfortable, rose in Ezra he stilled Lydia’s hips and pushed her gently from his lap.

“Ezra,” Lydia panted, slowly turning on wobbling feet. She lasted just long enough to find a seat on the desk and collapsed. “We have to talk.”

“Why?” he said gruffly, shoving himself out of the chair.

His legs nearly gave out as he stormed to the opposite side of the room, and the show of weakness only made him more uncomfortable.What the hell had she done to him?

“You disobeyed an order, you were punished,” he said simply. “You learned your lesson, therefore the punishment is over.”

The sleepy, sated look that had covered Lydia’s beautiful face vanished, and shame colored her cheeks as she began to dress herself.

“That was more than just a punishment, Ezra,” Lydia replied, “It might have started out as such, but it turned into something else. I thought we were just going to keep this a business relationship?”

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