Page 61 of A Bride for the Cruel Duke

“I know you are not…” Her voice cracked and she could barely think, her mind focused on his hands as they traced her thighs lightly. “I?—”

“I am a man of my word,” he said as he licked his lips. “And I dare you to say otherwise.” And then, without another word, Anthony dived, his head suddenly between her legs.

She cried out the moment she felt his mouth wrap around her womanhood. He latched onto her, devouring her as if he was desperate for her taste. His tongue then slipped inside of her lips, wiggling and licking and sucking so that it was all she could do not to fight him off because the pleasure was too great that it felt wrong.How can something that feels so good not be?

His powerful hands held her thighs steady as he continued to eat her. Each time he sucked, she spasmed for she felt it ripple through her entire body. Each time he licked, she yelped, for she felt it strike right at her heart. How to even describe what he was doing to her? How to even comprehend? She could not! So, she simply let it be.

His head remained between her legs as he began to suck at her pleasure center. Slowly at first, making her breathe and moan and shake. Then, he began to do so with more conviction, somehow sensing the way she was building and moving to that rhythm.

She tried to clamp her legs shut but he held them wide.

She tried to push him away, but he would not budge.

She tried to cry out! Dammit, she wanted to beg him. Not to stop, but to take her finally! She was ready. She had never wanted it more. But she found herself paralyzed, her entire body rebelling against whatever it was that he was doing with those lips and that tongue.

“Anthony…” She stammered, barely able to form the words as she felt that same fire within her start to build. “Anthony… I want you to... I want you too... oh, God...”

She heard him chuckle but he did not stop. If anything, he only worked harder on her. His mouth was around her fully, sucking her and holding her between his lips. He had her. He could do with her whatever he wished!

“Anthony… I want you to… please… I want you to…” She could not get the words out. “Anthony…. Oh God! Yes!” It was here.

Despite Anthony holding her legs apart, she found the power to clamp them closed. They snapped around his head so he could not move. They held him there so he could not stop. Her body writhed. It spasmed. It erupted with a force that had her lifting herself from the seat and convulsing.

“Yes… yes… yes…” she screamed as the sensation took her. “Yes!”

Who was she kidding? What was she playing at? Caroline had no control. She had no power. And she knew in that moment that she never really had. Anthony had her completely, in his thrall—his to do with whatever he damn well pleased. And as she exploded in his mouth and over his face, she decided that, for now, she was perfectly fine with that.

Now, she knew, there was but one thing left to do. No more denying it. No more pretending she did not want it. The next time she and Anthony were together like this, he would have her. Whether he wanted to or not!

ChapterTwenty

“Is that all you are going to tell me?” Violet chided her sister, a smile on her lips that was knowing; it perfectly matched the look in her eyes.

“I told you everything that you need to hear.”

Violet rolled her eyes. “You told me next to nothing. And you know you did.”

“I told you enough,” Caroline countered. She sipped her tea, but mostly just so that she could hide her smile. “Besides, there are some things that need to be kept a secret. Especially between husband and wife.”

“Between husband and wife...” Violet considered the phrasing as she too took a sip of tea. “So, not between monster and captive?”

“You will not goad me,” Caroline said. “So do not even try.”

“Alright, alright...” Violet sighed and eyed her sister with curiosity. “Fine, keep your secrets if you must. But just know, I see you. Do not think I do not.”

“What do you mean...?” Caroline felt her cheeks flushing.

“There!” Violet cried out and laughed. “Right there. You play coy with me, sister, but I see that look in your eyes and that flush on your cheeks. Do you think I was born just yesterday?”

Caroline was flushing furiously, and she refused to meet her sister’s accusing and amused stare. “It is hot, is why... and I am tired.”

“Tired.” Violet laughed. “Whatever is the reason? Up late last night, were we?”

“Stop it!” Caroline cried, unable to keep herself from laughing. “You go too far!”

“Not nearly far enough,” Violet countered. “But fine, if you insist, I shall hold my tongue. For now, anyway...” She winked at Caroline, smirking next as she took a sip of tea. It was so clear that Violet was able to read through the story that Caroline had told her, likely guessing darn near perfectly the reason that Caroline was in such a good mood. Not to mention the reason she had paid her sister a visit out of nowhere.

It was two days after the opera and Caroline found herself at her soon-to-be brother-in-law’s home. Not the Aldworth Estate, as that was much further north, but a summer home where the Duke of Aldworth was staying for the time being so that it would be easier for him to pay a visit to Violet.

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