This woman had brought him to a point he had never before reached.
He was a master of self-control—but she had shattered it.
Not looking at her, not daring to, he started swiftly from the room.
He heard her sitting up on the floor. “Devlin,” she gasped. “Come back. Please.”
He ground his jaw down and did not falter.
“You can’t leave me like this!” she cried.
He bounded up the stairs, taking them two at a time. Then he strode down the hall. By the time he reached his bedroom door, he felt as if he had regained some semblance of control—but not all of it.
He was very disturbed.
Because Virginia had just had power over him—and he could not, would not, ever let anyone have any power over him, not in any way, and not his very own prisoner.
He entered his room, quickly shutting the door, shrugging off his navy coat. His erection still raged and he tugged uselessly at his britches but found no relief.
“Oh, do let me help with that.” Fiona stepped forward, resplendently naked.
He stopped short, staring in surprise, for he had completely forgotten about her.
She was smiling as she came forward, her pendulous breasts swaying, and before he could even assimilate that she was present because he had told her to be so, she dropped onto her knees, unfastening his britches deftly.
He inhaled hard as he sprang free, then inhaled again as she took his entire length into her mouth and down her throat.
Huge violet eyes, unfocused and glazed with desire, filled his mind as his own eyes closed. He gripped Fiona’s head tightly, and as she sucked his engorged shaft as if she wished to swallow him whole, his treacherous mind envisioned a different woman on her knees performing the very same act, a woman small and dainty, impossibly beautiful, outspoken and defiant. The thick straight hair in his hands became soft, silken curls. The large tongue became small and pointed. Full, tender rosebud lips now stretched taut around him. With his hands, he encouraged Virginia to hurry and finish him off.
The dam broke. He cried out and when he was done, he moved to the bed, where he sat, breathing hard and stunned by the intensity of his release. She moved against him from behind. Suddenly aware of the huge breasts against his back, he stiffened, realizing that Fiona was in his bed, that Fiona had just performed fellatio upon him, not Virginia Hughes.
Very seductively, she began rubbing herself against him. “The night has only begun, my lord,” she purred.
He sat there almost laughing at himself. How could he have thought, even for an instant, that Virginia could perform such an act? It wasn’t even a matter of her innocence, it was a matter of her—and his—size.
But the incipient amusement vanished. He had never experienced such pleasure before. And recalling it, images of Virginia returned to him full force and instantly his manhood rose to the occasion.
“I knew you would return to me, my lord,” Fiona said.
He had a choice—dismiss her or take her. Devlin turned, pushing her onto her back on the bed. And closing his eyes, he mounted her.
HE PACED THE MANOR,disturbed.
The events of the past few hours were haunting him.
And a ghost seemed to follow him, the presence as disquieting as that entire evening had been.
It was as if Gerald had followed him from the docks of Limerick, refusing to release him.
A bottle of fine French brandy in hand, Devlin stared at the gun rack that was mounted on the wall. Once, ages ago, he had found his father’s gun rack empty in a terrible time of need. That rack had been destroyed in the fire set by Eastleigh’s troops so long ago. Although there was no need, modern muskets filled the brackets—it would never be left empty again.
When will you let our father rest in peace?
Devlin drank. Half the bottle was gone, and he was going to pay for it on the morrow. He hated thinking about Gerald, he hated each and every memory, the good being far worse than the bad—which was why he never came home.
Sightless eyes filled with fury turned mocking.
“Go away,” Devlin murmured. “Your time will come.” He paused drunkenly before a huge fire roaring in the massive hearth.
