“Such a good girl,” he praised again. “Waiting for me naked, coming on my tongue. How shall I reward her?”
He gave her right cheek a playful spank and then sank deep, tonguing her with deliberate strokes that had a second release bolting through her. She came with a moan, collapsing against the wall, shamelessly arching her back to present him with more of her, to get him as deep inside her as she could.
He rose suddenly, one hand finding her hip as the other opened the fall of his trousers. When he sprang free, he glided his cock over her swollen folds, slicking himself in her dew. He kissed her shoulder, his wet mouth flitting over her scarred skin reverently.
“My brave, beautiful princess.” The blunt head of his cock pressed against her opening. “I need to fuck you now.”
“Yes,” she hissed, thrusting her bottom out, trying to get his hard thickness where she wanted it most.
He slammed his hips into her from behind, and his cock surged deep. The angle was exquisite, her already heightened state of need making her muscles grip him eagerly. A spasm went through her.
“God yes,” he said, and then he began a steady, determined rhythm.
She arched her back, planting her hands on the wall, and matched his thrusts with pumps of her own hips. Eleanora was nothing but feeling, her body awash in desire, in love. He glided his hand over her hip, his fingers once more finding her clitoris and working in fast, determined flicks that drove her entirely over the edge.
She came with a hoarse cry, clamping down on him hard as wave after wave of bliss overcame her. Nando thrust harder, faster, until he stiffened, sinking deep, emptying himself inside her. The wet flood of his seed made her crumple anew, her cheek pressed to the cool wall coverings, heart racing, breath ragged.
They stayed pinned together that way, Nando’s hand on her hip while the other relented, cupping her tenderly. He kissed her temple, a last pulse of his cock tearing another moan from her.
“My beautiful princess. What did I do to deserve you?” he asked with soft reverence, his voice velvety with sated pleasure.
“You loved me,” she said simply.
“And I’ll never stop,” he vowed, kissing the side of her throat as he slowly withdrew from her body. “Come to bed with me now, and I’ll keep loving you some more.”
She chuckled as he turned her to face him, the circle of his arms around her making her feel protected and loved. “More? I’m not sure I could withstand another moment of pleasure.”
He grinned down at her. “You do know I can’t resist a challenge, don’t you, minx?”
Eleanora smiled back at him. “Of course I do, my love.”
Nando’s lips found hers, and he quite thoroughly proceeded to prove her wrong.
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Duke with a Reputation
Wicked Dukes Society
Book One
The Duke of Brandonis London’s most infamous rake. But his world crashes to a decided halt when the sins of his past come back to haunt him in the form of one small she-devil of a child who has green eyes just like his. To make matters worse, his disapproving grandmother has decided he must marry or forfeit his inheritance.
Now, he has no choice but to raise a daughter, find a suitable wife, and keep his harridan grandmother from discovering his sordid secrets as the founder of the Wicked Dukes Society. So when the tempting, fiery-haired Countess of Grenfell propositions him, he offers her something else instead—a marriage of convenience.
Lottie, Countess of Grenfell, is London’s most notorious widow. Her doomed, one-sided marriage left her with a broken heart and a determination to never wed again. What she wants is simple—passion, independence, and one night in the Duke of Brandon’s bed. Or in his scandalous chair. Perhaps even against a wall. She wouldn’t marry him, however, if he were the last man on earth.
Brandon is quickly running out of time and his troublemaking daughter has decided no one else shall do as her step-mama but the maddening countess. He must persuade Lottie to become his duchess with all haste or risk losing everything. As he sets out to seduce her into marriage, he’s shocked to realize he’s done the one thing he previously believed himself incapable of along the way—he’s fallen in love. But Lottie’s bruised and battered heart is more guarded than his, and she has vowed to never allow another man to hurt her again.
Prologue
The scenein the Wingfield Hall dining room would have put a Roman Bacchanalia to shame. The Duke of Brandon smirked as he surveyed the tableau before him from his vantage point at the head of the table that had been exquisitely carved at the behest of a long-dead ancestor.
No less than three-dozen bottles of the fine French Bordeaux he had procured on his most recent trip abroad—Chateau Margaux, vintage 1874, trulyune grande année—decanted and in various states of consumption.
To say nothing of the women in a debauched array of scandalous dishabille. There was a thoroughly sotted brunette with her breasts fully exposed above her bodice like ripe offerings, her nipples rouged to enhance their obscenely glorious display. Then there was the incomparable actress, Mrs. Helena Darby—not to be outdone by a rival—who launched suddenly from her seat, spun about, and flipped up her skirts to expose her full, ivory bottom for anyone who cared to look.
