Page 14 of The Seduction of Viscount Vice

Taking several deep breaths to try to calm his racing pulse, Vice drank in the sight of the wanton goddess spread out in front of him. It was true Mairi still wore her chemise, but the old, knee-length linen garment was practically transparent with sunlight on it. The front gaped open, and the hem was rucked up around her hips. No impediment whatsoever to full appreciation of her sweet little breasts with their swollen, rock-hard nipples, or the crisp dark hair and succulent pink folds of her cunt.

But beyond the sheer perfection of her slender, long-limbed body, was their location in such an open spot. The windows had no curtains, and the distance to the footpath could be no more than ten feet. It would be just like performing at Fallen. Anyone walking past could see them. Stop and watch as he indulged in his favorite activity—rough, raw fucking.

His cock surged, needing to be inside Mairi. To take her so hard that her screams of ecstasy would be heard the entire length of Charlotte Street. Equally enticing was the thought of dropping to his knees, forcing her thighs wider with his shoulders, and feasting on her wet pussy.

“My, my. That was a hungry sound. Whatever could you be thinking about, Iain?”

“Vice,” he said smoothly. His real name sounded far too good from her lips. Too intimate. That was the mistake he’d made back in Scotland, falling for her charm and thinking it meant so much more than it did. This was nothing more than a dalliance with a woman who was certainly up to no good. And once he’d satisfied the urgent need to fuck her, he could discover precisely what that no good was.

Jerking in surprise at a sudden puff of air against his cock, he glanced down. Hell. Mairi had unfastened his trousers and was now licking her lips as she inspected him.

“Hmm,” she said idly. “Even bigger than I remember. Iain.”

“Don’t.”

“Don’t what? Don’t touch your cock? Don’t make you come on my breasts or in my mouth? I’m afraid you’ll have to be more specific.”

Vice clenched his fists. At this rate, he’d be spending in his trousers long before her hands or mouth got anywhere near him. And the witch knew it, damn her. “Dinnae call me Iain.”

“Or what? You’ll punish me? You know, for the latest earthly incarnation of Pan, you aren’t being of much use.”

With a low growl, he picked Mairi up and turned her around so she faced the window. Bracing her right foot on the ground and her left knee on the cushioned seat, he moved her chemise out of the way and administered one sharp swat to her smooth, heart-shaped backside. “Yes.”

“You did not just spank me…mmmm.”

Her hum of delight made him smile, a small reward for sinking two of his fingers into her soaked cunt. “I did indeed. And your outrage would be far more believable if pussy juice wasn’t trickling down your thighs.”

“Are you going to fuck me properly, or just be a b-bastard?”

Holding off his own pleasure was nigh on killing him, but in response, he withdrew his fingers and lightly stroked her slick folds, circling her clit but not touching it. “I’m undecided. Are you going to tell me about your business?”

“There is n-nothing to tell. You…you unspeakable cur.”

“Come on, Mairi. That is the weakest insult you’ve leveled at me. And here I was thinking you were a Highland lass. All those years amongst French dandies has ruined you.”

She laughed, but it was an oddly hollow sound. “No, Iain. You ruined me. Remember?”

“How could I forget?” he said softly. “Finally rid of the burden of my virginity at the grand old age of seventeen. I don’t think I ever thanked you properly.”

“Thank me now, damn you.”

Vice began teasing her swollen clit, a light stroke, a long pause. Again and again. “So contrary, Lady Mairi. Here I am, being gentlemanly and wanting to engage in meaningful conversation, and all you want is my cock buried in your cunt. But I can’t in good conscience do that, not when I’m so concerned about your wellbeing. Working your fingers to the bone sewing and cleaning—”

“How else will the club be ready in time?” she said on a sobbing pant. “I have to do it, or I’ll never get my chance.”

The club? Her chance?

“What do you mean?” he demanded, but Mairi’s head dropped, her shoulders shaking.

“Please, Iain. Please, please, please…”

His control broke at her distress, her fierce need and his own too powerful to ignore.

“All right, darling,” he said gruffly, freeing his cock from his unfastened trousers and gliding it along her drenched slit to coat himself in her juices. Even as wet as she was, he could still hurt her with his size if he wasn’t careful. “Don’t cry. I’m going to make you come now.”

“Yes,” Mairi said hoarsely, one of her hands scrabbling around and gripping his thigh. “Hurry. Please hurry.”

Vice ground his teeth against the urge to thrust brutally deep, instead penetrating her one careful inch at a time. Fuck, her pussy was gripping his cock like a perfect silken glove. “No. Has to be slow. You’re small. So tight.”