“My former love is tied by marriage to The Devil’s Den. The Devil’s Den is joined with the Hell and Sin Club.”
“Ah, revenge on ole Connor Steele?” London’s lead investigator and married to Ophelia Killoran-Steele, a part owner of The Devil’s Den.
“No!”
He gave her a pointed look.
“Fine,some.”
She had options. “Why not go to Craven?” Argyll’s wasn’t the only hell. “Why come to me instead of the first man I ousted from ownership?”
Telling color splotched her cheeks.
“Ah. You already sought Craven out.” He finished off his drink and set the glass down. “Did he even let you through the door?” Not allowing her time to answer, Argyll chuckled. “But of course he did not. Craven isappallinglyobsessed with his wife. He’d never let a shrew like you near him.”
“He knows he won’t be able to contain himself around me.”
“Probably.”
Biting her lower lip, she pushed her fingers deep inside herself. “His mealy-mouthed wife is nothing compared to me.” There came an increased frenzy to her thrusting.
Argyll knew the moment he’d become a spectator in her imaginings of seducing a loyal husband—something she’d never had, and never would.
“How would he have taken you?” he asked softly, to not disrupt her. “Hard and fast against the door?”
She gasped and humped her hand harder, faster. “Mmm.”
“Or maybe he’d take you on his desk,” he murmured, keeping her in her fantasy. “His ledgers forgotten while he plowed you.”
Her body jerked.
“His devoted wife would have been listening at the door, weeping, while he plowed you.”
That sent her over.
“If he’d granted me one meeting,onemeeting,” the duchess screamed. She ground herself wildly into her fingers. “He’d have taken me right then and there, and we together would rule over Latimer, Dynevor,andyou.”
Ah, there it was.
He watched disinterestedly as the duchess rode out her climax.
That’d proven useful.
Panting, the duchess sagged. She shot a hand forward, collapsing a slick palm onto his desk. Her spine stiffened, and her body tautened, marking her return to earth.
“Put your clothes on.” His icy command penetrated her lust-filled haze.
With regal bearing, she gathered her gown. Ensuring his eyes were on her, the duchess proceeded to slither her lush frame into the article.
He’d hand it to the temptress—she was committed to her goal.
He stopped the lady before her approach.
“Dominion overme, madam?”
“Yes,” she cried. “You take your pleasure without apologies. There are no consequences for you. You play god in your little world. Stupid, stupid man, you are all the same!”
“At the same time, you sought out one of us to expand your power and influence? You wanted to rule with us, not over us. And given your lack of restraint, madam,” he said icily, “your dominion over Craven, Latimer, Dynevor, and most definitely me, was never an actuality.”
