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

she found herself swept up into
his arms, held to his body with his lips devouring her neck as he walked. He
deposited her on the nearest piece of furniture. The only piece of furniture
that she hadn’t sold for coin in the past months—the settee.
    Without any other preliminaries, he pulled
the flannel skirt of the nightdress up. Still driven to entice him, to imprint
herself on his mind, she lifted her hips, allowing him to bare her to waist.
    She was bathed in the soft firelight. Of
course, she was. She and Cassandra had arranged the furniture in this chamber
so that she would always be displayed to perfection, should a man bring her to
the settee.
    His face was in shadow.
    He sucked in his breath, loudly, sharply.
She could picture his gaze, growing darker, fixed on the junction between her
legs. The color of the settee had been selected to compliment her skin and to
clash in a pleasing way with her dark red hair.
    Now she was glad that Cassandra had been so
insistent on her sensual strategies wanted this complex, arrogant, sensual,
tender man. She remembered, with brief, yet vivid, aching intensity, the
painful desperation of their separation. How every night had been an agony of
longing.
    She wasn’t sure she could ever live without
him again.
    She didn’t think she could bear the
suffering his absence provoked in her.
    Perhaps he did share the same tendency to
tire of his playthings that all noblemen did.
    Even if he considered himself in love for
now…
    She wouldn’t leave that to chance. The
stakes were far, far too high.
    She loved him so desperately…
    Well, there was just one solution. She would
just have to use every skill and wile she possessed to enchant him so
thoroughly, that he couldn’t live without her, either.
    His gaze still burned her.
    She took her hand and let her fingertips
glide over her belly.
    His sharp intake of breath rewarded her and
she smiled at him, letting her finger drift lower and brush the red curls
between her legs.
    He gave a harsh groan and took her by the
ankles and she let him pull her legs wide apart.
    She laughed, softly, sensually, in the way
she’d been taught would drive men wild and continued to stroke herself, well
aware that he had a much clearer show than a moment before.
    He knelt between her legs, a tricky feat
given the limited space on the settee. Then he took her by the wrist and pulled
her hand away.
    Settling close between her legs, he put his
cockhead to her wet heat.
    With one quick, fierce thrust, he entered
her completely.
    The sudden, jarring motion sent a wave of
discomfort through her tender flesh, up into her belly. She gasped.
    He grasped her legs and jerked his hips,
pressing himself even deeper within her.
    Strong thrills raced through her at his
fierceness.
    With a soft laugh, she wrapped her legs
around his waist and pressed tight. “Fuck me,” she said, knowing the effect the
vulgar, forbidden word would have on him. “Fuck me hard.”
    He gave her a series of near ruthless
thrusts, rocking her body, driving her until she was breathless, overly warm
and sweating in the heavy nightdress.
    When he paused, his body was shaking hers
with his quick, harsh breaths.
    She stared up at him, panting frantically.
His thick dark hair was already sweat-dampened, clinging to his forehead. Yet,
his face was still in shadow, she couldn’t read his expression.
    “Harder,” she said, breathlessly, all the
while squeezing his waist with her legs.
    “God,” he gasped harshly. He gave her
several powerful thrusts, rocking her body again.
    “ Harder. ” She squeezed him all the
more with her legs, her internal muscles.
    He withdrew.
    She gasped.
    “On the floor,” he said harshly, his face
still obscured by shadow.
    She glanced up at him. “The—
    He took her by the shoulders and pulled her
up. “On the floor, now—” He gave her a slight push.
    The ragged, commanding edge in his voice
sent quivers of apprehension tingling through her and her mouth