Page 30 of Sinister Games

Although I didn’t doubtfor a moment she would, I was nonetheless pleased to see her wearing the gown I sent. From this point forward, when she was in my presence, I wanted her wearing only clothes that I had provided for her. I preferred to know the soft fabrics caressing her skin were owned by me, as she soon would be.

Seeing her standing there, looking every bit the nervous ingénue I knew her to be, taxed my restraint. I knew there would be nothing to stop me from tearing that expensive gown off her lithe body and fucking her right here and right now against the wall. Nothing to stop me, including her own pleas. Yet, in a perverse way, I knew the fact that I didn’t give in to that primal urge was more satisfying than the sex would be.

Anyone could force a quick fuck on a woman. It took true skill to mold and shape her into your fantasy mate, to control her mind as well as her body, convincing her to ignore the warning bells and follow you down a shadowed path of immoral and ever deepening depraved acts.

There was far more satisfaction in tempting an angel to follow you into hell than the fleeting pleasure to be had from merely pushing them out of heaven.

“You look stunning.”

Framed in the narrow doorway, Elizabeth was a vision of shimmering pale pink. The ruffles gave the gown an innocent, almost girlish appeal, which was belied by the shadow of cleavage and just a tantalizing hint of nipple that could be seen through the layers of sheer fabric.

“Shall we?” I said, offering my arm.

As she raised her hand to take it, I caught a glimpse of a small black clutch purse. Winking, I took the purse from her and set it on a small table just inside her flat door. “You won’t be needing that.” Before she could protest, I gently took the keys from her hand and locked the door, carefully pocketing them before once more offering my arm.

“A lady should want for nothing when in the company of a true gentleman,” I murmured in her ear, catching the lemon verbena scent of her hair, liking how the soft pink gown brought out the gold highlights in her chestnut locks.

I was close enough to hear the slight catch in her breath as her eyelids fluttered briefly. My sweet little bird was so easy to please… and manipulate.

As Elizabeth slid over the leather seat of my black Rolls Royce Phantom, she exclaimed, “This car is amazing! I feel like I’ve stepped back in time.”

After nodding to the driver to proceed, I turned my complete attention on her.

“I’m glad you like it. I confess I’m a bit old-fashioned. I prefer vintage cars and antiques to anything modern.”

Warming to the topic, Elizabeth turned in her seat to face me. Once more, I was struck by her beautiful, delicate features. I couldn’t wait to see them contorted with both pleasure and pain. Her pretty mouth open on a scream as I plowed into her from behind after ruthlessly whipping her with my belt.

Soon.

“Me, too! I’m absolutely in love with the Victorian era, everything about it from the dresses, to the balls, to the carriages. It’s one of the things I love about London. If you block out all the noise from the traffic and just focus on the buildings and parks, you can almost imagine you are back in time.”

Stroking her cheek, I asked her, “Would you like that? To one day be able to live like a Victorian with all the dresses and jewels and servants?”

Elizabeth leaned back against the soft leather seat and gave me a wistful look. “If only. Perhaps one day I’ll get cast in play or movie so I could pretend.” Elizabeth played with the ruffles of her dress, nervously flattening them out over her thighs. “I haven’t told you, but one of the reasons why my focus is on costume design is because I also kind of want to be an actress.”

I placed a calming hand over her fidgeting ones. “Why are you nervous?”

She shrugged. Refusing to meet my gaze, she said, “I found out you’re an important duke and everything. I guess I’m just worried that you’ll think dating a fashion student wannabe actress beneath you.”

I could barely hear her. The confession was whispered to her lap behind a curtain of gorgeously thick hair. Taking her hair in my hand, I pushed it back over her shoulder and placed a finger under her jaw, tilting her face toward me. “I want you to listen very carefully, little one.” Using the backs of my knuckles I stroked her cheek, feeling the press of her high cheekbone. “I find you not only beautiful but completely charming.” Tapping the tip of her nose, I continued, “From the tip of your pert nose to those gorgeous eyes of yours.” I was pleased to see a pink blush bloom on her cheeks.

“Really?” she asked, a wistful look in her bright eyes.

Framing her face with my hands, I leaned in. “I don’t give a damn about my title, the age difference, or your future plans. You enthrall me, Elizabeth.” My lips caressed hers. “At this very moment, I would give up all my wealth for just…” I licked her full bottom lip, “a taste of these lips.”

I swallowed her sigh as my mouth descended. Slipping my tongue inside, I felt the scrape of her teeth along the edge as I pressed my body closer, forcing her back onto the seat cushions. My hand drifted from her jaw to skim the side of her breast before clasping her narrow waist as I deepened the kiss. She tasted of sweet peppermint and I wanted more.

Her hands gripped my shoulders before spearing her fingers through my hair, gripping the short length tight. The hint of pain spurred me on. I let her feel the ridge of my cock as it pressed against her thigh. As I licked and nipped along the slim column of her neck, I could see her spare a glance for the driver under her lashes. I loved the fact that being observed seemed to turn her on more, just like at the restaurant last night.

I would never share her with anyone but knowing someone was forced to look and never touch as I claimed her as my own, over and over again, did have a certain appeal.

Plus, it played perfectly into my plans for her further education this evening.

Releasing her lips, I placed a hand between her shoulder blades and eased her back into a sitting position. I was pleased to see her lips were a bee-stung dark pink from my kiss.

Her eyes remained glassy and unfocused as the car pulled up in front of the Dorchester hotel. A uniformed porter ran to open our door.

Placing a hand on her lower back, I guided her through the lobby to our destination.

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