Page 47 of Lesson In Faith

Did Merrick?

Tamsyn moved her fingers lower warily, touching the warm flesh. Her lower lips were flat and useless, the opening between them dry. Even the little nub at the top felt numb and unresponsive.

She heaved a sigh.

Utterly useless.

Merrick would never want her.

“Up to mischief, little owl?”

Surprised, Tamsyn yelped, cupping her hand over her sex as she spun and flattened her back against the mirror. The cold glass hitting her from shoulders to butt wrenched another shocked cry from her throat.

As though she’d summoned him, he stood in the doorway, his arms leaning on the jambs above his head. The pose screamedhunter, and the hunger in his eyes warned her he’d found his prey as his gaze roamed down her body, locking on where her hand rested.

Her nipples instantly poked out, begging for that hot stare to land on them.

Not so defective, then.

Flustered, she brought her cast up to cover her chest, then lowered it slowly when Merrick shook his head.

“What is that naughty hand doing between your legs, darlin’?” he drawled.

Swallowing hard, she could only blink.

“Are you petting your pretty pussy?”

She shook her head adamantly.

“No? That’s a shame.” He dropped his arms and stepped forward. “Are you wet?”

Oh, he was in that kind of mood. She’d seen some of that look in his eyes before, when he kissed her, but it wasn’t this… volatile. Then, there’d been surprise lurking behind his hunger, as though the kiss surpassed what he’d imagined it would be like—it had certainly blown her mind; it was much, much better than what she expected her first kiss to be.

This was… dangerous.

She let her hand fall as she gave him a headshake. When he took a step toward her, she instinctively tried to retreat, but there was nowhere for her to go. Her belly clenched, her muscles squeezing tight.

Merrick tsked softly. “When you’re all mine and broken in, Tamsyn, you’ll get wet when you think about me. My voice will make your cunt spasm with the need to be filled.” Every sentence brought him another step closer. “One look at my hands and your panties will be dripping.”

Mouth open, she stared at him. Never had he been so explicit, soforward. The dirty words coming from his mouth were in his voice, but a darker, more… seductive version.

He stopped in front of her, his hands pressing against the mirror above her head, and leaned down to whisper, “My cock will bring you to orgasm again and again, until the bed is soaked in your juices and your pussy fits me like a glove.”

Oh. My. God.

Her hand fluttered to her throat.

“I came home early to take you to dinner before we tackle some important paperwork,” he said quietly, his breath warming her ear. “Finding you exploring yourself is the last straw, Tamsyn. I want to touch, but you need to want to be touched.”

Oh, she did. She wanted to know what it felt like to be stroked by him, if his skin was as rough on other parts of her as it was when he held her hand. How would it feel to be caressed by a man who cared for her instead of groped by traders searching for their next bride? Even though she’d been off-limits, they’d tried their luck.

Breath unsteady, Tamsyn lifted her hand from her throat and pressed it to his heart. She tried to say the word, but still she was cursed with muteness. Only a high, quiet squeak was audible—the affirmation he required.

“Remember your safeword?”

She’d never tell him, but she’d been practicing the finger snap until it was flawless; she could produce a quick, loud pop of sound with little effort.

When she demonstrated, he nodded in approval. “That’s perfect, darlin’.”

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