“Oh, yes.”
She plunged downward, taking him to the knuckles. He urged her on, thrusting his fingers while she impaled herself again and again.
“Touch yourself,” he growled. “Play with your pearl, naughty minx.”
Moaning, she diddled herself as she bounced on his digits. When he leaned forward and sucked her nipple into his mouth, her response was instant. She gasped, her pussy contracting around his fingers, her cream coating his palm. He couldn’t wait any longer. He took her by the waist and lifted her off him. Twisting her around, he positioned her on the ground on all fours.
“I want you this way,” he said.
She turned her head to look at him, her hair a spill of fire and her eyes even hotter.
“You can have me,” she purred. “Any way you wish.”
He unfastened his trousers, his rock-hard prick springing free. Palming her plump bottom, he fitted his bulging tip to her slit. He drove inside, groaning at the decadent friction, the heat and snugness of her pussy. Closing a fist in her silky locks, he withdrew, then hilted himself to the balls.
“Ask for it,” he demanded.
“Fuck me, please,” she breathed. “Take me with your big cock.”
He obliged, pounding her cunny, which fluttered exquisitely around his driving shaft. He reached under, stroking her pearl as he swived her. Pleasure brewed at the base of his spine, and his cock swelled. He slammed into her, about to blow like a cannon…
She let out a wail so loud that he jerked to a confused stop.
She screamed again, this time with full-throated fear.
He awakened with a start, panting harshly. He was…in bed? He rubbed his hands over his face. He was hot and perspiring, his bare skin damp against the sheets.
Devil and damn. I was dreaming.
His dream had felt enticingly real. Grimacing, he gazed past the twitching bands of his abdomen to the tented bedsheet. He considered taking matters into his own hands. It wouldn’t be the first time since his injury…
A scream tore through his thoughts. He hadn’t dreamed it? The likely cause of the sound slammed into him.
“Bloody hell,” he muttered. “She opened the door.”
Exiting his bed, he got dressed and stalked toward the servants’ quarters.
I’m going to die. I’m going to die.
Darkness swarmed Xenia, a flapping shroud that muffled her screams. She hadn’t been a good person, and this was a fitting end. Bitten to pieces, dying alone and afraid, unwanted and unloved…
“I’ve got you.”
A strong arm hooked her around the waist. She was dragged out of the dark vortex. She felt her feet hit the ground, but her legs wouldn’t work. She heard an oath; an instant later, she was hauled against a hard chest and carried with dizzying speed. A rectangle of light appeared, and they went through, their departure punctuated by a loud slam.
She blinked, panting. She was back in the corridor of the servants’ quarters. A winged beast swooped by, and she squeaked, trying to duck from its path.
“Of the two of you, I wager the bat is more afraid.”
The deep tones rumbled beneath her ear and jolted her back to her senses. Odds bodkins, she was in Lord Ethan’s arms. She was huddling against his chest, her arms flung around his neck. Slowly, she tipped her head back…then back some more. Until she met her master’s smoldering gaze.
Blooming hell.
He was looking down his noble nose at her, his sinfully handsome face as brooding as ever. Seeing the violet storm in his gaze, her belly sank. The consequences of her actions struck her.
Am I going to get sacked my first day on the job?
This was why she didn’t deserve nice things. She always ruined them. Ruined everything.
