Page 16 of Greed: The Savage
He should care more than he did. And he should want to fuck Addien Killoran an even less lot than he did.
The bold imp held his hot stare. His gaze bore so deeply into her face, he eventually detected the slight quiver of the minx’s lips.
Reflexively, Thornwick tightened his grip on Lady Darrow’s wrist with such force, the wrong woman moaned.
“I want more from you.” He directed that hungry profession at the woman it wastrulymeant for.
Even with the length of the room denying them, the savage lust between him and Addien swelled to unrelenting temperatures.
There came another, subtly different rustle of fabric as the baroness reached under the table and rubbed herself between her legs.
Addien’s supple, cupid’s bow lips formed a sneer as she boldly watched his seduction of Lady Darrow unfold.
Lady Darrow, whom he’d on just remembered about. He gave the forgotten widow another sharp bite.
She whimpered.
The heat in Addien’s smoky eyes revealed disgust.
The source of her aversion intrigued him.
Was it directed at the unashamed baroness who flaunted herself like a trussed-up prize? Thornwick’s practiced seduction? Or was Addien awash with disgust over her own body’s response to him and all of this?
As for Thornwick? The baroness had painted herself out of the proverbial painting the moment Addien’s hood went flying back.
The same could not be said, however, for his infuriating partner.
Addien went back to fussing with her cloak.
Rustle-rustle-rustle.
“Why don’t we try and forget her?” he suggested, before the baroness could vent her anger on Addien.
As anticipated, the lady’s pique dissipated. She batted lashes nowhere near as long and seductive as Addien Killoran’s. “I would like that, my lord,” she simpered like a shy virgin.
Addien would never simper.
“Now, I am fully engaged and engrossed. Why don’t you tell me, Lady Darrow, what it is exactly that draws you to…” Thornwick lowered his voice. “Thedepraved.”
Lady Darrow’s breath hitched. They leaned across the table, their bodies in synchrony. He had to muster up interest for his would-be marchioness. Still, he had no qualms about doing what needed be done to ease the ruffled feathers of a potential patron. He had always been fully committed to his—
Another rustle came—this time followed by a snorting laugh.
With a shriek, the nagging baroness flew to her feet. “I cannot do this with her here, Thornwick! It is too much.Sheis too much.”
I am bloody going to ring the minx’s neck.
Chapter 5
On the silent ride back to the Devil’s Den, Malric’s gaze cut to Addien—a look that promised her death. A familiar glint burned in his eyes, dark as forged steel. She swore he saved that flint-edged fury for her alone.
But after this morning’s flummery, he might very well do her in once and for all.
What madness possessed her? She’d excelled in every task Dynevor put to her—until now. All she’d had to do was get herself into a fine gown, hand a cloak to Lady Darrow’s butler, perch herself on that thinly padded side chair, and be quiet.
She’d gone and made a muck of it and, God rot her soul, had to watch Malric Mauley, the fine Marquess of Thornwick, jingle the baroness into a frolic.
Sick inside at even the possibility, Addien closed her eyes.
