theater.
“Sokorvsky.”
He half-turned to find Lord Minshom in front of him. He tried to avoid him but was ruthlessly pushed back against the wall of the ornate stone building and then shoved into a narrow passage to the side. His shoulder hit the wall, and he lost his balance and fell to his knees.
“Aren’t you pleased to see me?” Minshom murmured. He wore black and white, and his teeth gleamed in the darkness.
“No.” Anthony flinched as Minshom kept him down on his knees in the filth of the gutter.
“Already half erect, I see. I didn’t know you were capable of getting it up for a woman.”
“That is none of your damned business.” Anthony tried to rise, but Minshom tightened his hand in his hair and shoved Anthony’s face against his groin.
SIMPLY WICKED / 49
“My, you are eager tonight. Is that because you’ve been denying your true nature, playing the gentleman, bestowing nothing more than a chaste kiss on the lips of your beloved?”
His grip tightened. Between the combined scent of Minshom’s arousal and the hard press of the man’s cock against his tightly closed lips, Anthony couldn’t breathe.
“Don’t you want to suck me off?”
Anthony used all his strength to pull away and stand up-right. He rubbed his hand over his mouth before looking at Minshom.
“I don’t . . . want this.”
“You want it all right. You’re primed and ready to go.” Minshom flicked Anthony’s pantaloons and then dragged his nails over the taut white satin, plucked at the wetness already seeping through. “You’ll be coming before you know it, pleading with me to give you more.”
“No.”
“No?” Minshom brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them, brushed them across Anthony’s tightly compressed lips.
“This doesn’t taste like no.”
Anthony swallowed hard against a desire to sink to his knees and take what the other man offered and have done with it. He readjusted his cock with shaking fingers and forced his erection to conform to the tight-fitting garment. Why was he trying to pretend he could ever have a successful relationship with a woman with his perverted sexual needs?
“I want to change. This doesn’t help.”
Surprise flickered in Minshom’s cold gaze. “Why should I help you? I want you right where you belong, servicing me.”
“I don’t believe that’s where I belong.”
“You think you’ll do better in a woman’s bed?”
Anthony forced himself to meet Lord Minshom’s hard blue eyes. “Surely I need to find that out for myself?”
50 / Kate Pearce
He winced as Minshom grabbed the back of his head and drew him close, kissed him hard on the mouth.
“I’m not giving you up. And when you do crawl back to me, I’ll make you pay for your disobedience.”
A shiver of anticipation coiled through Anthony’s gut, and he pushed it away, hoping Minshom hadn’t seen the flare of excitement in his eyes.
Laughing softly, Minshom stepped back. “You can’t hide your true nature, Sokorvsky. You need the pain to find the pleasure. That’s just the way you are made. Have a good evening.”
Anthony leaned against the wall until Minshom disappeared and then found his way back into the theater. God, his legs were shaking and his cock throbbed with every labored breath he took. He’d seen men who couldn’t do without alcohol or opium continue to feed their cravings even though they knew it would kill them. Was he doomed to crave sexual domination for the rest of his life?
He paused at the bottom of the stairs. How the hell could he go back to Marguerite in this state? He licked his lips and tasted a hint of his own pre-cum and Lord Minshom’s spicy cologne.
He couldn’t help but contrast it to the softness of Marguerite’s response to him, the warm welcome of her mouth.
He remembered to check that Mrs. Jones had departed, tip the footman stationed in the anteroom and retrieve their cloaks before he had to face Marguerite. To his relief, she sat patiently in
“Sokorvsky.”
He half-turned to find Lord Minshom in front of him. He tried to avoid him but was ruthlessly pushed back against the wall of the ornate stone building and then shoved into a narrow passage to the side. His shoulder hit the wall, and he lost his balance and fell to his knees.
“Aren’t you pleased to see me?” Minshom murmured. He wore black and white, and his teeth gleamed in the darkness.
“No.” Anthony flinched as Minshom kept him down on his knees in the filth of the gutter.
“Already half erect, I see. I didn’t know you were capable of getting it up for a woman.”
“That is none of your damned business.” Anthony tried to rise, but Minshom tightened his hand in his hair and shoved Anthony’s face against his groin.
SIMPLY WICKED / 49
“My, you are eager tonight. Is that because you’ve been denying your true nature, playing the gentleman, bestowing nothing more than a chaste kiss on the lips of your beloved?”
His grip tightened. Between the combined scent of Minshom’s arousal and the hard press of the man’s cock against his tightly closed lips, Anthony couldn’t breathe.
“Don’t you want to suck me off?”
Anthony used all his strength to pull away and stand up-right. He rubbed his hand over his mouth before looking at Minshom.
“I don’t . . . want this.”
“You want it all right. You’re primed and ready to go.” Minshom flicked Anthony’s pantaloons and then dragged his nails over the taut white satin, plucked at the wetness already seeping through. “You’ll be coming before you know it, pleading with me to give you more.”
“No.”
“No?” Minshom brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them, brushed them across Anthony’s tightly compressed lips.
“This doesn’t taste like no.”
Anthony swallowed hard against a desire to sink to his knees and take what the other man offered and have done with it. He readjusted his cock with shaking fingers and forced his erection to conform to the tight-fitting garment. Why was he trying to pretend he could ever have a successful relationship with a woman with his perverted sexual needs?
“I want to change. This doesn’t help.”
Surprise flickered in Minshom’s cold gaze. “Why should I help you? I want you right where you belong, servicing me.”
“I don’t believe that’s where I belong.”
“You think you’ll do better in a woman’s bed?”
Anthony forced himself to meet Lord Minshom’s hard blue eyes. “Surely I need to find that out for myself?”
50 / Kate Pearce
He winced as Minshom grabbed the back of his head and drew him close, kissed him hard on the mouth.
“I’m not giving you up. And when you do crawl back to me, I’ll make you pay for your disobedience.”
A shiver of anticipation coiled through Anthony’s gut, and he pushed it away, hoping Minshom hadn’t seen the flare of excitement in his eyes.
Laughing softly, Minshom stepped back. “You can’t hide your true nature, Sokorvsky. You need the pain to find the pleasure. That’s just the way you are made. Have a good evening.”
Anthony leaned against the wall until Minshom disappeared and then found his way back into the theater. God, his legs were shaking and his cock throbbed with every labored breath he took. He’d seen men who couldn’t do without alcohol or opium continue to feed their cravings even though they knew it would kill them. Was he doomed to crave sexual domination for the rest of his life?
He paused at the bottom of the stairs. How the hell could he go back to Marguerite in this state? He licked his lips and tasted a hint of his own pre-cum and Lord Minshom’s spicy cologne.
He couldn’t help but contrast it to the softness of Marguerite’s response to him, the warm welcome of her mouth.
He remembered to check that Mrs. Jones had departed, tip the footman stationed in the anteroom and retrieve their cloaks before he had to face Marguerite. To his relief, she sat patiently in
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