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The assurance had strange effects. Her body responded to the rich timber of his voice and she grasped the base of his shaft, stroking as she drew her cheeks in more, sucking in earnest, gliding her tongue along the underside, tracing the vein when she needed a moment to ease the tension. Closing her eyes, she focused only on the task. Giving him pleasure the best she could, though with every moan or hiss of air she heard, she doubled down until nothing else mattered but sucking him.

“Fuck!” Nicholas’s hand tightened in her hair. She kept going, the warmth uncurling in her core. Even the plug inside her felt ... different. The power of having him moaning while she worked his sex became intoxicating, even if her jaw was beginning to ache.

Finally, he tugged hard on her hair, dragging her away from his shaft. “Enough, Mia. For now. Enough ... Goddamn, we may be doing that a lot tomorrow.”

Amy licked her lips again, looking up at him while the hand still holding the base of his cock stroked his twitching flesh. Her saliva dampened her fingers, but she didn’t mind the mess so much now she saw the ecstasy in his eyes.

“I’d like that, Nicholas,” she whispered, leaving a lingering kiss on his thigh.

Nicholas caught her chin in a light grasp and studied her. She prayed he liked what he saw. “I look forward to finding out just how debauched you can be, sweetheart. Now, let’s get you up before you bruise your knees.”

He kissed her before he helped her stand—a sweet, gentle kiss at riotous odds with their unholy situation— and pulled her onto his knee, as if to tell her a bedtime story. A very dirty one, she decided, glancing down at his rock-hard cock grazing her thigh. And feeling his hand slide up her back under her shift, his long fingers curving against her hip and down, down...

Amy whimpered as he pressed the flat edge of the game piece. He did it again, nudging the hardness into new positions while she shifted uneasily on his leg. “N—Nicholas—”

“Shh, I know. You’ve been a very good girl about the game.” His expression was strangely soft as he kissed her shoulder, “Now, I need you to be honest, Mia. What I want is to lay you across my lap and see how you react to being touched back here.” He traced a circle above her arse that left her momentarily breathless. . “Maybe a light spank or two, to distract you so you don’t get confused. Would you object?”

I should object. Any lady should. Her knowledge of what went on in a bed between husband and wife was limited, but his requests were far from conventional. So are our circumstances.

She met his gaze, needing to see his calm control before she nodded. “I trust you, Nicholas.”

“And I want all of you, Mia,” he replied before claiming her lips in a bruising kiss. Nicholas wasted no time in urging her downward. The transition would’ve been more awkward had he not proven able to lift her with about as much trouble as she would’ve had with a sleepy kitten.

Prone across his legs, she lay unresisting as Nicholas hiked her shift, baring her backside to the room’s chill. Her hands twitched with the urge to drag her linen down, modesty rearing its head up until Nicholas’s callused, hot palm flattened against her skin, beginning a slow, lingering exploration that set off even more confusing feelings. “How sore are you, mia dolcezza?” He sounded concerned, thoughtful. But his fingers toyed with the blasted plug as he spoke.

“I—I’m not looking forward to the carriage ride,” she supplied. “It’s bearable, but uncomfortable. I—oh...” He twisted the plug and thoughts fled her mind. “I...? I’m sorry. I don’t ... remember what I was saying.”

“Good.” He let go of her, and then something warm and wet dripped onto the small of her back, the air heavy with the scent of sweet almonds.

“What—”

“Oil,” Nicholas explained, smearing it along her skin. More dropped down over the plug, and his fingertips smeared it over her thighs. “It’ll help the friction. And your skin looks even more enticing when it’s glistening. It makes me think about licking you.” He sighed. “Should I lick your cunt after this, Mia? As a reward for being so brave?” The plug moved again, pulling out, stretching her ass, then sliding back in.

Amy’s spine arced, as rigid as his cock. She shouldn’t want any of it. But the more doors he opened, the more she wanted him.

And that’s the problem...

She shivered, thankful that he pulled the plug again to scatter her thoughts. “I—I want you, Nicholas.” In every way.

His chuckle sounded promising. Right before his palm slapped against her backside. The swat stung, but no panic swelled inside her. Only heat. And then he did it again. “Still want me?”

“Uh...” She choked back a whimper. “Y—Yes? But I’m still deciding if I want that.” She looked over her shoulder at him, smiling to show she held no fear. His brow rose, and one wicked hand dipped down, invading her folds. Amy’s hips bucked.

“Your cunt’s dripping. And not with oil, sweetheart. Part of you is already decided.”

“Th—that’s not—” She cleared her throat and attempted, poorly, to organize the words in her head. “You ... You underestimate how wet you make me by ... your voice—” She clamped her mouth shut. Why the hell did I say that?

Another startling slap jumbled her thoughts, and before she could protest, the plug pulled again. Her body stretched, as if reluctant to let it go, then all at once released, leaving an unsettling, empty sensation. Until his fingers traced her right there, igniting sparks in what was apparently very sensitive flesh. Gods, he’s right...

The realization hit her about the same time she felt a rush between her trembling legs. “Nicholas!”

“That’s it, angel. You’re doing so well.” His slick finger slid into her, in a way she was quite sure no one was supposed to explore. And her whole body shuddered. His other hand stroked her spine, and she felt suddenly aware of his cock rubbing her stomach with every breath she took. “I haven’t decided yet. Should I pin you to the floor in front of the fire and claim this tight little hole while you scream into the rug? Or carry you to the bed?”

Am I ... supposed to answer? She tried. Her mouth opened, but words didn’t form. Another jolt arced through her, like waking up from a deep sleep to crashing thunder. “Y—you ... God...” She shook her head, trying to clear enough space for coherence. “Wh—whatever y—you want.”

“Mm. I like that.” His wandering hand pressed down on her shoulders, and another impossibly thick finger eased into her. “But you might get dirty, Mia. Would you mind?”

“I ... I don’t care...” She should. But she didn’t. She needed him to settle the ache building up inside her. She had no idea what to do with it. This is unholy, forbidden...