Page 37 of The Duke's Vice

Ezra’s eyes narrowed on the man before nudging Beatrice. He knew the man, he posed no threat so Ezra was curious just how adventurous his little mouse was.

“I’d be careful who you allow to hear you. It seems you have attracted your own audience.”

Beatrice’s ministrations stopped and her eyes opened quickly as she looked around the room. When they landed on the man who was watching her she yelped.

“Unless you want an audience? Or perhaps a third?” He nipped her ear relishing in the gasp that fell from her lips.

“I only want you.” She breathed.

It was the last thing he heard before his mind shut off and his body took over. Without thought he leapt off of the couch,pulling Beatrice up and over his shoulder. Some in polite society would definitely see this as caveman behavior, but lucky for him they were not currently in polite society.

Beatrice was still processing the fact that a strange man was watching her touch herself when her world was flipped upside down. Literally.

Air rushed out of her as her stomach landed on Graham’s shoulder. She picked her head up just in time to see the woman lose herself to her orgasm and the lone man in the chair, who was watching her retreat, look on in confusion.

“Where are we going?” Beatrice yelled, trying to get Graham’s attention. It was hard to talk to someone when you were flung over their shoulder, your body bouncing up and down over a shoulder.

She saw nothing but passing feet and clumps of discarded clothing. She heard a door open and, next thing she experienced, was being flipped down onto another couch.

Beatrice brought her hand up to stop her spinning head. She opened her eyes to see they were alone in a darkly lit room. Her eyes snapped up to the man looming over her.

Graham’s hair was disheveled, his cravat askew and his eyes were heavy with lust. At least, she assumed it to be. She couldhonestly say she’d never seen a man in lust, only read about them. But if this was what it meant when a man’s eyes darkened with lust, she could understand how the heroine would always lose herself within them.

Graham’s eyes fixated on her, making her afraid to move. He looked formidable standing over top of her. It was then she realized how small she was in comparison to him. He could do anything he wanted to her and she wouldn’t be able to stop him.

Her thighs clenched. A small voice in the back of her mind told her she probably shouldn’t be excited over that thought.

Without a word he fell to his knees in front of her. He nudged himself in-between her thighs and took her head in his hands. Without much else warning his lips crashed down on hers. His tongue didn’t wait for permission but pushed through her lips.

She leaned in, running her hands through his hair. Her nails scraped his scalp eliciting a growl from Graham. Excitement tickled her skin as his arms pulled her closer to him. He crawled up onto the couch, forcing her to shift her body to lay back.

He hovered on to top of her, with only their lips engaged in the kiss. He let his hips fall and connect with hers. Her eyes widened at the pressure of his hardened length against her belly.

Shock, curiosity, and nerves fought for dominance of her thoughts. Luckily for her, desire won out. She ran her hands down his back, wanting to pull him closer. The man was a stealbeam, no matter how hard she pulled the rest of his body would not come down.

Connected through their kiss and their hips, she wanted desperately for the whole of him to be on her, to consume her.

He stopped the kiss and pulled away from her, nestling his knees between her legs so he could rest on his haunches.

“You want more, my little mouse?” Graham’s lips were swollen from their kiss, his hair was even more of a mess and she couldn’t remember a time she wanted something in such disarray.

She chewed on her bottom lip. “Yes, please. More. I need more.”

Beatrice raised her arms and much to her pleasure he allowed her to guide him back down to her mouth. Unfortunately, he still did not give her all of his weight.

His lips trailed down her neck. Her hips bucked with every suck and nibble. “You can lay on me, I don’t mind.” She whispered. “In fact, I want you do.”

Graham placed one more open-mouthed kiss on her neck before retreating back to his knees. Beatrice’s hands dropped from his body.

“I’m glad you want me to. It means your punishment will be that more effective.”

Beatrice propped herself up on her elbows. “Punishment? What punishment? For what?”

Graham stood and walked over to a mirror that was hanging on a wall. He smoothed over his hair and straightened his cravat.

“It’s a shame, really. I had big plans for you tonight.” He turned and winked at her.

Beatrice sat up on the sofa. She would stand up but she feared her legs would give out on her. Graham’s kiss seemed to have an effect on the stability of her legs.

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