Page 82 of A Story of Love

She opened her mouth to deny it.

“And even if it is not a lie, it does not matter. This is no game you are involved in, Lorelei.” He lowered his hands on to the thick wooden post behind her, until his body was caging hers, their torsos pressed tightly from hips to chest.

Lori made a sound like a startled hen. “I can’t believe you would use your superior physical strength to intimidate me, my lord.”

“Believe it.” He bent his head, until his face was barely an inch from hers. “Or do you need further convincing? I could overpower you in other ways if you need further—”

“No—no, I believe you.”

He pouted. “That is too bad. I was looking forward to showing you how cruel, unfair, and inventive I can be.”

“You are despicable.”

“Yes, I am. But not for the reasons you think.”

She blinked. “What do you mean?”

His eyes, which had begun to darken, roamed her face. “I mean that I want to stretch your naked body out across this big bed and finish what I started the other night.”

“You didn’t f-finish?” she gasped, thinking she would not have survived much more.

“No, I did not. My goal is to kiss, lick, and/or suck every inch of you.”

Lori squeaked.

The hunger blazing from his eyes caused an explosion of flutters in her chest. “I want to see just how wet I can make you. And I want to give you so many orgasms that you beg me for mercy.”

“You—you wouldn’t dare.” She’d meant to sound outraged, but she could tell by the amused glint in his eyes that she’d failed miserably.

“No, I wouldn’t. At least not today.” His smile slid away. “Not because I lack the desire, but I don’t have the time. I’m afraid I must go.” He stepped away and it was all she could do not to reach out and grab him and pull him back.

She tucked her willful hands behind her to keep them from disobeying and said, “Where are you going?”

“To a house party.”

“A house party?”

He winced at her shriek. “Yes. Will you miss me?”

“You cannot be serious! You are keeping me here while you go to a house party?”

“I am very serious. But it will be Mr. Gregg who will do the keeping until I return.”

Lori was so angry that silver sparks filled her vision. Never had she wanted to hit anyone so badly. She clenched her fists, forced down her fury, and prepared to demand—or even beg—that he let her go. Instead, what came out of her mouth was, “Whose house party?”

She briefly squeezed her eyes shut as she bit back a howl of fury. What on earth was wrong with her? Now she wanted to hit herself.

He chuckled at her question. And then proceeded to ignore it entirely and say, “Try to behave yourself. Mr. Gregg doesn’t have my sense of humor and won’t be amused if you—”

“Somebody will come for me, my lord.”

“I doubt that. But if they do, Mr. Gregg will convince them you are not here.”

Lori ground her teeth. “How long do you plan to keep me prisoner?”

“I am not sure.”

“Meanwhile, you’ll be galivanting all over the country attending house parties.”