Page 16 of The Scandal You Started
Her lips parted as if they wanted to retort something snarky, but curiosity waved like a strung-up bag of catnip before a feline that had only just learned the delight of being high.
All her words evaporated into a hot puff of air as her lashes collapsed and locked on to their target.
Fuck. He’s…
Rayna gulped as a sharp pulse snapped up her belly.
Well-endowed was one way to describe the marquess.
Like he’d shoved the bottom half of a bowling pin into his breeches was another way to put it. And it didn't seem like he was fully erect either.
Prickling sensation whizzed down the zipline of her neck as Dominic hummed the softest moan into her ear. She sucked in a breath, knowing fully well the situation had gone way beyond what it should have. But instead of shoving herself away with allher might, her nails anchored deeper into his chest as the lord skimmed two fingers against the line of her jaw.
“Do you understand what I mean, pretty Rayna?” he said, and the slightest scratch of his overgrown stubble sent electricity zipping through her pussy. “Do you know what it is that you are staring at? The reaction that you have caused me to have?” His fingers slipped under her chin, nudging her attention back up to his stare, still hungry but now flickering searchingly. “Or do I owe you another apology for attempting to ruin the innocence of an untouched flower?”
If she told him she was innocent, he’d let her go immediately. That much was obvious. So why were her lips lifting into a smirk as she arched a sarcastic brow?
“Oh, you owe me an apology for sure. Just not for that.” A fat grin of wonder burst onto his face, and she rolled her eyes. “Now let go of me so we can actually have a conversation.”
Rayna swung her legs over, and Dominic actually made space between his thighs for her to stand in. Except his large hands moulded to her waist and held her there instead of letting her move away.
She jolted, her hands flying back to grip his thick wrists as he practically buried his face in the arch of her back. “Dominic,” she rasped, eyes wide and legs wobbly.
“Rayna,” he echoed in the same way.
She gritted her teeth over the smarting sensation in her cheeks. It only worsened with a mortified explosion when her gaze collided with the two-way mirror opposite them.
The one everyone else was standing behind.
Watching everything that was going on between her and Dominic.
Oh, fuck no.
Spurred into action by her roiling temper, she tried to charge forward and out of the marquess’s reach. Only to be caged eventighter as he lassoed one arm around her thighs and the other across her belly.
“Dominic, let go,” she snapped, looking back over her shoulder because looking at the screen was singeing the skin from her face.
The horny bastard completely ignored her and dragged the bridge of his nose up the line of her spine as his hands massaged and caressed her body. Sweet tickles broke out over her skin when he inhaled and let out a husky moan that vibrated through her swollen sex.
Did he just fucking sniff me?
She was shaking with a mixture of anger, irritation, and unwanted desire, but having never had any man smell her so obviously before, she had no idea how to even begin raging at him for it.
“Will you not lie with me so that I might hold you while we talk?” he mumbled.
“No.”
“Then will you lie with me after? And permit me a taste of your lips? Perhaps a taste of your skin too?”
He was groping her while asking permission to do other things? How the fuck did that make any sense?
Working on adrenaline-fuelled autopilot, Rayna spat out the first thing on her tongue. “Only if you let go of me.”
The clamp of his arms unlatched from around her, and without a single glance back, she shot forward, putting as much distance between her and the lusty marquess as possible.
Rayna glared holes into the acrylic screen, deeper than the ones Dominic had made with his fists, as she tried to calm her fury with long, slow breaths.
In through the nose, and out through the mouth. In and out. In and…
