Pride and Prejudice (The Wild and Wanton Edition) by Annabella Bloom Page A

temporary. Her hand instantly went to his member, stroking the hard length in her palm. She tilted back her head and laughed.
    “There is a good soldier, ready and at attention!” She made quick work of his pants, exited by the idea of his taking her there in the open air, surrounded by buildings. Oh, how Kitty would worry when she realized Lydia had slipped away from her. But, her sister would not know what to do and would simply pretend to browse the shop while worrying in silence.
    “And what are my orders?” he managed, his voice harsh.
    Lydia pulled at her skirt, revealing an ankle. “To take the enemy territory by any force necessary.”
    He growled low in the back of his throat. His hand gripped tight to her breast, as if he had every right to squeeze it tight. “Turn around, so that I may show you how well I wield my quimstake.”
    Lydia had never heard that particular term for a man’s cock and did not have a ready answer. She did not need one. There was nothing gentle in the way he lifted her skirts and flung her around to face the building. Her hands splayed as she was forced to bend over, braced against the tight space. Sykes fumbled with his breeches, freeing himself just enough to join his body to hers. He grunted, throwing up her skirts to find her naked and ready. Without testing her resolve, he gave her what she wanted, thrusting hard into her sex. Taking up her hips, he rode her to his pleasure, not caring about her any more than she cared about him.
    “There’s a good cunny,” he grunted. “It knows to be wet for a man.”
    Lydia had not expected such a rough show, but then she had never tried to seduce a man with so little manners before. She found herself enjoying the role of his lover. Climax came for them both, and he pulled himself from her at the last moment. Breathing hard, he slapped her along her backside before righting his clothes. Flushed and a little dazed, Lydia watched as he reached into his pocket. Dropping two coins on the ground, he said, “Tell no one of this. I cannot have rumors attached to my name.”
    As he stumbled away, she would have been offended if not for the money catching her eye. She pushed down her skirts and quickly picked up the coins. Oh, the many ribbons she would be able to buy! Kitty would be so jealous. She stood for a moment longer, settling her appearance before sneaking back towards the street.

CHAPTER SEVEN
    E LIZABETH CONTINUED HER WALK ALONE, crossing field after field at a quick pace, jumping over stiles and springing over puddles with impatient activity, and finding herself at last within view of the house, with weary ankles, dirty stockings, and a face glowing with the warmth of exercise.
    In this disheveled state, she was shown into the breakfast-parlor, where all but Jane were assembled, and where her appearance created a great deal of surprise. That she should have walked three miles so early in the day, in such dirty weather, and by herself, was most incredible to Mrs. Hurst and Miss Bingley to the point that Elizabeth was convinced that they held her in contempt for it. She was received, however, very politely by them. In their brother’s manner there was something better than politeness, there was good humor and kindness. Mr. Darcy said very little, but she hardly expected it to be otherwise. The gentleman’s somewhat expressionless gaze conveyed his feelings on her appearance all too readily. Mr. Hurst said nothing at all, thinking only of his breakfast, which held his attention more than such a thing ought to.
    Her inquiries after her sister were not very favorably answered. Miss Bennet had slept ill, and though up, was very feverish, and not well enough to leave her room. Elizabeth was glad to be taken to her immediately. Jane, who had only been withheld by the fear of giving alarm or inconvenience from expressing in her note how much she longed for such a visit, was delighted at her entrance. She was not equal, however, to much