Her wrist stung with her last blow, but she didn’t care. It felt too good to pour out all her anger, her frustrations. Her wildness in the bedroom had been but playacting compared to this, this frenzy.
Perhaps she was interchangeable to Sin, that he would have behaved such with any wife.
Jealousy stole her breath. The fact her husband didn’t find her attractive, shouldn’t matter. But it did.
Sin grabbed her wrists, pinning them to his chest. “Don’t be daft. That wasn’t what I meant.”
Winnifred struggled against him. Now she was daft as well as unappealing? “Release me,” she hissed. She leaned away, her body straining, but he easily held her to him. “You can’t invade my privacy, insult me, and then hold me captive.”
A muscle ticked in his jaw. “It appears that I can. You aremywife. Mine. I can do what I will.”
She shrieked in anger. Her struggles were ineffectual, her arguments falling on deaf ears. Reason deserted her and her body’s instinct took over. Leaning forward, she bit a hand that held her. Hard.
He jerked, and shook the sting from the abused hand whilst maintaining his grip with the other. His eyes blazed as he glared down at her, and Winnifred knew she should be afraid. She was provoking a very large animal, and a perverse part of her wanted to poke him harder. Force him to join her in this depraved state.
She kicked at his shins, tore at his shirt. Power raced through her veins. Fearless abandon. A needy pulse beat in her sex, her thighs growing slick as she struggled. The rational part of her that would be disgusted with such licentiousness was beaten back, the gaoler becoming the prisoner.
Sin neatly swept her legs and took her to the thick Turkish rug. He gripped her wrists in one of his hands and slammed them to the ground above her head. “You spoiling for a fight,mo chridhe?” His voice was a threat, a silken caress. “Give me your best shot.”
Chapter Seventeen
She snapped at him. Out and out bared her teeth and snapped. A small part of Winnifred worried at her willfulness, but she had no more damns to give.
Sin lowered his body over hers, holding her writhing form pinned beneath his.
She bucked harder, knowing she could push and claw all she wanted and it wouldn’t matter. She could slice through all the strings that tied her to respectability, strangling her, because Sin would be there to hold her together when she let it all go.
She wedged her leg out from his body and hooked it up around his hip. His hard length pressed against her belly, and heat radiated through her chest. She’d done that to him. She wasn’t alone in her need.
Sin pressed his hand to her throat before sliding it down to her chest. He tore away her lace fichu, eyes flaring as he eyed the tops of her heaving bosom. He released her hand and gripped her bodice. Shoulders flexing, he pulled it down, fabric ripping as the seams at her sleeves split, her stays and shift rending. Cool air met her puckered nipples a moment before his mouth descended.
He scored his teeth along the side of her breast, bit into the soft underside before licking the sting away. He ground his hips into the vee of her thighs, spiking her temperature, making her toes curl.
She shoved her hands under his coat, dug her fingernails into his shirt, pulling him into her. He was delightfully heavy against her, solid in a way she’d never known. Tough enough to take any of her assaults. Rough enough to break down her barriers. Sin touched her as though her body were merely an extension of his own.
His bristled jaw rubbed her delicate skin raw. He sucked her nipple into his mouth, drawing so hard she arched her back. The nip of pain made her skin feel alive, put an end to any thought in her brain until all it measured was sensation.
She shoved at the lapels of his jacket, shoving it down his shoulders.
He reared up and threw it off.
She yanked his cravat, earning a growl as she garroted him.
He beat her to his shirt, reaching behind his head and tearing if off in one go.
The sweat on his skin glistened. A damp thatch of hair, a darker auburn than his head, dusted his chest. She traced the tantalizing trail arrowing down his stomach until she hooked her finger into the waist of his trousers.
He was beautiful, her beast. Beautiful, and wild, and hers.
Using his pants as leverage, she pulled herself up to suck at his throat, his collarbone. She licked the beads of sweat from his shoulders, loving the earthy taste of him.
A shudder rippled through his body, and a grin stretched her lips. She’d done that. She lifted her pelvis to rub against his. She’d made him tremble.
He looked down on her, his hair falling from its queue to brush his shoulders.
She reached for his face, but he intercepted her hand, gripping her wrist and flipping her to her stomach, one side of her face pressed into the carpet.
His breath was hot on her temple. “Don’t make one damn sound. I don’t want to hear one more word about how you think you’re unappealing, or how misunderstoodDonaldis, or why it’s only sensible that you hide behind your father’s name.”
