A Most Demanding Mistress (Fashionably Impure Book 2) by Natasha Blackthorne Page A

not allow me to move, when you pressed your signet into my breasts
like you were branding me as though I were some possession, a plaything that
you would mark—”
    His mouth came down over hers, closing off
her words. His tongue swept inside, caressing hers. Beneath the mint he’d
obviously used to cover the scent, she could taste a strong flavor of brandy
yet clung to his breath. Her heart panged.
    He’d been drinking to excess again.
    Over her?
    Yes, of course.
    She didn’t want to be the cause of that—
    His hands cupped her face, fiercely now. His
tongue thrust against hers. This was no attempt to coax, but a powerful
statement of possession.
    Such a kiss should have reignited her
earlier fear and anger.
    Yet, each stroke sent thrills coursing
through her. A moan welled deep within her throat. She couldn’t hold it back.
    He lifted his head.
    She moaned again. A protest.
    Opening her eyes, she met his gaze and found
it blazing with emotion.
    “I do want to mark you as my
possession.” His tone was hard, resolute.
    At the intensity of his passion, she let her
mouth fall open.
    His mouth fastened on her neck, sucking
hard. “I do want to mark you,” he said, then he sucked all the more on
her, sending shivers and thrills through her. He lifted his head then licked
the area he had just abused so roughly. “I will mark you here and on your belly
and on the inside of your thigh, right near your sweet cunt.”
    Desire for him flared hotly at his bold and
perhaps perverse words.
    She had lusted for him for a long time.
Lusted for him even when she believed that he despised her. Lusted for him so
much that it had shamed her and she had lied to herself, telling herself that
she hated him in return.
    But the truth had been she had lusted for
him desperately since she’d first laid eyes on him. Lusted for him as she had
no other man.
    Why?
    Lying here beneath him, experiencing the
power of his possessive desire for her, she could admit something she would
never have before.
    His arrogance had always intrigued her.
    It had also aroused her
    Always.
    She didn’t understand it. Didn’t have the
presence of mind to reason it out, not with such passion pulsing through her
own veins.
    “I cannot help it, Miranda.”
    He spoke gruffly but his eyes burned. Did she
imagine that touch of desperation, of defeat? Such an admission made her belly
tingle with fear… and desire.
    It was illogical but the idea that he wanted
her so much… that this proud, powerful, arrogant man felt powerless to it sent
her arousal soaring.
    “Adrian—”
    He put his mouth to hers again, sucking away
her breath.
    The touch of his full, sensual yet firm lips
wiped away the last of her ability to think. Her lips clung to his and her body
trembled with her wanting.
    Wanting more of his mouth, wanting him to
thrust his tongue against hers.
    He did.
    Fiercely.
    Giving her every ounce of his taste that she
craved.
    For long moments, she simply accepted his
strokes, glorying in his ardor, his feel, his taste. Then she slid her tongue
against his, using every bit of sensual skill she’d been compelled to learn as
a courtesan in training. She was glad for that training now for it would allow
her to imprint herself on his senses. To kiss him so thoroughly and skillfully,
something his previous high-born playmates wouldn’t have been able to do.
    But Miranda had been trained better than
most courtesans. She would kiss Adrian so expertly that he would never be able
to kiss another woman and not find them lacking in comparison.
    He gripped her jaw and kissed her more fiercely,
taking total control, making it impossible for her to do anything but accept.
    He inserted a hand between their bodies and
cupped her breast. His thumb brushed her nipple through the thick flannel.
Fiery sparks of delight shot through her. Her knees went weak and with a moan,
she sagged into his body.
    He groaned, the sound rumbled through to her
chest, deep into her belly.
    Suddenly,