She should be resisting his hold on the top of her arm as he dragged her along beside him. Should be furious at his high-handedness in dragging her about at all, in this less than ladylike manner.
Instead, it was excitement which now thrummed through Fliss’s body. A delicious thrill that hardened the already sensitive tips of her breasts and caused a slick heat to suffuse the plumpness of her nether lips.
She had known so much pleasure beneath the ministration of this man’s mouth and hands already, and she now hungered for more of the same.
She was utterly shameless in that hunger.
Wanton, even.
“Whatever you want or are expecting, I do not have the time for right now,” Sin growled as he threw open the door to Fliss’s bedchamber. He pushed her into the room and then followed her inside. The door closed behind him with a decisive slam.
Fliss stumbled as he released her. “You are not a gentleman, sir.” He dressed as one, had the public demeanor of one, but he was assuredly not one. Fliss rubbed the spot where he had gripped her arm so tightly, she could already see the marks of where his fingers had been.
Sin crossed his arms in front of his chest as he leaned back against the door. “What did you not understand about my instruction earlier, to return to your bedchamber and stay there?”
She bristled. “I am a grown woman and not answerable to you or any other man.”
“Really? To me, your behavior seems more like that of a petulant child.”
Anger burned in Fliss’s cheeks at the rebuke. “I merely saw an opportunity and took it. I do not see what is so terribly wrong in that.” She was not about to explain, when Sin was so unreasonably angry, that it had not been her idea to linger downstairs in the breakfast room.
“And did this opportunity offer any further insight in that you have recognized the voice of my would-be assassin?”
“Not as yet. But—”
“My groom and horse are both likely to die, and you take delight in defying me?” he spat out in disgust. “Who knows where or at whom this madman will strike next, or when?”
Fliss’s eyes widened in shock, her anger forgotten. “You do believe they were struck down deliberately, then?”
“I have no certain proof of that as yet, nor does the head groom here. Only that he has never seen anything strike so swiftly and virulently.” Sin pushed away from the door to begin pacing the bedchamber. “We will need to go over the conversation you overheard at the Woodrows’ ball more carefully. To see if there are any clues there to point to the reason someone wishes to harm me. And, it would seem, those around me,” he added harshly.
“I have already told you all I know—”
“Then you will tell me again,” he snapped.
“And this time you will listen?”
Sin sighed at the unspoken rebuke, knowing it was wholly deserved. “This time I will listen.”
Listen he did, but to no real avail. Fliss had obviously given this matter considerable thought during the weeks since she’d overheard the conversation, and her recall of detail was meticulous. Except she still had no idea who the lady or gentleman might have been. Nor did Sin have any idea why he should have incited these murderous feelings in the first place.
All they knew with any certainty was the place where Sin’s murder was due to take place.
Eckles Manor.
Chapter 7
“Where are you going?” Fliss frowned as Sin moved to her bedchamber door.
He shot her a glowering glance. “I only came back to the house to change out of these clothes and into something more suited for the stable. My groom is sick,” he reminded her as she looked at him questioningly. “The doctor has been called to attend to him, and so I am needed to attend to my horse.”
This was what he had meant earlier when he told her whatever you want or expect, I do not have the time for right now .
What had he thought she wanted or expected?
Exactly what had she wanted? To feel the full weight
Instead, it was excitement which now thrummed through Fliss’s body. A delicious thrill that hardened the already sensitive tips of her breasts and caused a slick heat to suffuse the plumpness of her nether lips.
She had known so much pleasure beneath the ministration of this man’s mouth and hands already, and she now hungered for more of the same.
She was utterly shameless in that hunger.
Wanton, even.
“Whatever you want or are expecting, I do not have the time for right now,” Sin growled as he threw open the door to Fliss’s bedchamber. He pushed her into the room and then followed her inside. The door closed behind him with a decisive slam.
Fliss stumbled as he released her. “You are not a gentleman, sir.” He dressed as one, had the public demeanor of one, but he was assuredly not one. Fliss rubbed the spot where he had gripped her arm so tightly, she could already see the marks of where his fingers had been.
Sin crossed his arms in front of his chest as he leaned back against the door. “What did you not understand about my instruction earlier, to return to your bedchamber and stay there?”
She bristled. “I am a grown woman and not answerable to you or any other man.”
“Really? To me, your behavior seems more like that of a petulant child.”
Anger burned in Fliss’s cheeks at the rebuke. “I merely saw an opportunity and took it. I do not see what is so terribly wrong in that.” She was not about to explain, when Sin was so unreasonably angry, that it had not been her idea to linger downstairs in the breakfast room.
“And did this opportunity offer any further insight in that you have recognized the voice of my would-be assassin?”
“Not as yet. But—”
“My groom and horse are both likely to die, and you take delight in defying me?” he spat out in disgust. “Who knows where or at whom this madman will strike next, or when?”
Fliss’s eyes widened in shock, her anger forgotten. “You do believe they were struck down deliberately, then?”
“I have no certain proof of that as yet, nor does the head groom here. Only that he has never seen anything strike so swiftly and virulently.” Sin pushed away from the door to begin pacing the bedchamber. “We will need to go over the conversation you overheard at the Woodrows’ ball more carefully. To see if there are any clues there to point to the reason someone wishes to harm me. And, it would seem, those around me,” he added harshly.
“I have already told you all I know—”
“Then you will tell me again,” he snapped.
“And this time you will listen?”
Sin sighed at the unspoken rebuke, knowing it was wholly deserved. “This time I will listen.”
Listen he did, but to no real avail. Fliss had obviously given this matter considerable thought during the weeks since she’d overheard the conversation, and her recall of detail was meticulous. Except she still had no idea who the lady or gentleman might have been. Nor did Sin have any idea why he should have incited these murderous feelings in the first place.
All they knew with any certainty was the place where Sin’s murder was due to take place.
Eckles Manor.
Chapter 7
“Where are you going?” Fliss frowned as Sin moved to her bedchamber door.
He shot her a glowering glance. “I only came back to the house to change out of these clothes and into something more suited for the stable. My groom is sick,” he reminded her as she looked at him questioningly. “The doctor has been called to attend to him, and so I am needed to attend to my horse.”
This was what he had meant earlier when he told her whatever you want or expect, I do not have the time for right now .
What had he thought she wanted or expected?
Exactly what had she wanted? To feel the full weight
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