Unwelcome.
My friends would choke if they saw me like this.
Little Miss Laurent pinned against a wall, flushed and trembling.
The girl they teasingly called a nun because I never reacted to men.
Never blushed.
Never cared.
But this man?
My body reacts before my mind can summon a single polite protest.
His breath grazes my cheek, warm and intimate.
His hand slides to my waist—sure, possessive, like he’s known my body all his life and is just returning to it.
His thumb traces the seam of my dress, brushing bare skin.
A shiver rolls through me.
Sharp. Immediate.
I should move.
I should push him away.
I should say something cutting, something dignified.
But I don’t.
I’m pinned—by his hands, by his presence, by the sheer gravity he exudes. And something inside me doesn’t want to escape.
My hands lift, almost without permission, resting against his chest. To push him away. But I don’t. His body is solid. Warm. Like touching danger wrapped in silk.
His lips curve, just slightly.
A smile meant to ruin.
His forehead nearly touches mine as he murmurs, “Running from something,krasavitsa?”
I swallow, breath catching where it meets his.
“I wasn’t…” I whisper, but the lie dissolves when his fingers trace my hip again, slower this time. Meaningful.
He leans in closer—so close his breath and mine mix, heat coiling between us like a living thing.
“Good,” he murmurs. “Because I don’t intend to let you run.”
I open my mouth to speak, but his mouth claims mine in a kiss so fiery, my body burns. I drop all pretense and wrap my arms around his neck, pushing myself into him.
I’m a respectable lady—a lady of class and poise. I shouldn’t be doing this. If I’m caught with a strange man in the stable corridor, my reputation and that of my father would be destroyed. But I can’t stop. Not when his hands are roaming my body, slipping under my dress and claiming every inch of my skin as if they belong to him. I surrender, in a way I never have in my life.
This stranger tears his lips away from mine with a growl and plugs his mouth to my throat, sucking the skin between his gorgeous lips. I bite back a moan. Then, his hand shifts my dress up my legs and bunches it at my waist.
With his other hand, he slips into my panties and touches my soaking-wet pussy. This time, my moan is loud enough to earn me an arrogant smile.
