She wore no corset, she had no need of one. Her lacy chemise did little to conceal the rosy pink nipples crowning her full breasts.
“You’re too weak for this!” Zoey protested.
“I may be too weak for some things, but I’m certainly strong enough for this.” To prove his point, he ripped the fragile chemise down the front, baring her breasts. “Very nice. I’m impressed, Zoey. But not surprised. The way you walk around the ranch, your unfettered breasts bouncing beneath your shirt, gave me a hint of the beauties you were hiding.”
“How dare you! Why are you doing this?”
He shot her a twisted smile. Right now he was so angry at being railroaded into an unwanted marriage that being outrageous made him feel better. “You wanted a husband and you got one.”
Zoey was so angry she was trembling. But wasit really anger that made her body shake? Pierce’s hot gaze upon her bare flesh gave her a shivery feeling all the way down to her toes. She’d never felt like this before. All warm and trembly and confused. Her thoughts skittered to a halt when Pierce lowered his head and nuzzled her breasts. His breath was so torrid she feared he might be feverish again. Then he took her right nipple into his mouth, and Zoey felt as if her world had tipped upside down.
Pierce sucked vigorously, moving from nipple to nipple, coaxing them into swollen pink buds with the rough pad of his tongue. Never had Zoey thought it possible to feel this kind of arousal. Never had she imagined that Pierce would be the man to make her feel these things for the first time.
With cunning and obvious expertise, Pierce’s hand moved down Zoey’s hip, catching the hem of her skirt and slowly raising it as he continued to torment her breasts with his mouth and tongue. By the time she realized what he intended, it was too late. His hand was between her legs, testing the wetness that had seeped through her drawers.
Pierce knew he must stop, for he was in no condition to do either of them any good. But he’d wanted to prove to Zoey precisely what he thought of the “conditions” she’d placed upon this marriage. He’d comply as long as it suited him, if he didn’t die from lust first Soon he’d contact his brothers, then he’d leave with no regrets.
After he’d taken Zoey’s virginity.
Suddenly Pierce shoved Zoey away. She sat up, staring at him in confusion.
“I could have had you if I’d wanted you, lady,”Pierce gloated. “You were hot and wet for me. Count yourself lucky that I’m still too weak. If I’m forced to stick around, I’m damn well going to get something out of this short marriage of ours.”
Zoey leaped off the bed, angrier than she had ever been in her life. She had made a mistake, a terrible mistake. What was she going to do? Had she traded one devil for another?
“You’ll get nothing from me!”
His smile didn’t reach his eyes. “Want to bet? I’m quite familiar with a woman’s body and the various ways to arouse it. You, lady, were aroused.” He fixed his gaze on her breasts. “Look at your nipples. Have you ever seen them so hard or swollen? I could feel your wetness. You were—”
“Stop!” Zoey pulled the gaping edges of her bodice together and backed out of the room. “Don’t talk to me like that.”
His words were as arousing to her as his mouth and hands had been.
“Heed my words,
wife
,” Pierce said in a low, seductive whisper. “I will have you.” He wanted her to feel as uncomfortable as he did in this sham of a marriage.
Zoey turned and fled. Abruptly she stopped in the doorway and glanced over her shoulder. “By the way,” she said sweetly, “I used the money in your vest pocket to pay the reverend. I know you’d want it that way.”
Then she was gone, leaving Pierce with his dark thoughts.
Chapter 4
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