Page 74 of The Duke's Virgin

I still hadn’t seen Emmett, and at this point, I didn’tcareif they were together. I had to have her again, but if I saw any sign of them being a couple, whether he was here, any sign at all, I’d lose it.

But I had to have her.

Her lashes fluttered, like they were just too heavy for her lids to bear the weight. Then she swallowed and shook her head. “No.”

Thatnocould mean any number of things, and I wasn’t going to risk common sense or decency getting in the way of having her again, so I didn’t question her. With a few brisk tugs, I had her gown back in place, then taking her hand, I led her to a side door near the end of the terrace.

I’d been to the Prince’s Palace in Monaco often enough that I knew my way around, and I led her through a side hallway that ran alongside the ballroom where the party continued.

It took only five minutes for us to emerge from the grand entrance, and one of the many valets hustled to me, but I ignored him, striding to one of the black cars lined up for random party-goers.

I didn’t want my personal car brought around, because that could mean one of the staff taking notice of Stacia.

The driver leaning against the car closest to me saw me bearing down on him, and he straightened, offering me a bright smile. “Would you care for a ride, sir?”

I gave him the name of my hotel, and he nodded smartly, opening the door for us. We were inside before any of the valets reached us.

From inside the car, I texted my brother to let him know I’d taken a private car back to the hotel. I also texted a member of my traveling party who’d stayed behind at the hotel so they’d be out front to pay the driver. After that, I put my phone on silent.

Pulling Stacia into my lap, I laid my hand on her knee and toyed with the beading on her dress. “I saw you from across the ballroom, saw this dress, and even before I saw your face, I knew it was you. The slope of your shoulder, the dip of your waist…I think I could find you blindfolded in a crowd of a thousand people, Stacia.”

“Luka…” She whispered my name.

But if she had anything else to say, it was lost against my mouth as I kissed her, pushing my tongue past her lips, while slipping my hand under her skirt and sliding it up along her thigh.

She sagged against me, her body lax and warm, pliable. She whimpered as I curved my hand over her hip, the material of her dress pushed all the way up to her butt now. Catching her lip between my teeth, I tugged. “It’s a good thing my hotel is only a few minutes from the palace, Stacia. Otherwise, I might do something that would turn your pretty cheeks red.”

Her lids flickered up as I lifted my head to stare down at her.

“Something…?”

“Something like push your thighs apart to see how wet you are. Or have you take my cock in your hand…or your mouth.”

Her gaze darted to the man in the front seat just as he pulled into the circular drive of the big hotel that served many of the country’s more prestigious guests.

He wasn’t looking at either of us, but her cheeks still flushed hotly red.

Easing Stacia off my lap, I peered out the window, then directed the man where to park. “He’ll handle paying you.”

The man didn’t question me, and as one of Stuart’s men paid the driver, I took Stacia’s hand and led her into the hotel, straight to the private elevator. In moments, we were in my room, and I grasped the back of her neck, tugging her close to kiss her again as I fumbled with the door’s locks blindly.

We fumbled and moaned, and finally, I pulled my mouth from hers and nudged her against the door, much as I’d done earlier in the garden, so I had her pinned in, my body pressing into hers, enjoying every soft, sweet curve. I tugged the dress down once more. “Where were we?”

Her breasts were completely exposed this time, and she moaned as I dipped my head.

I echoed the noise when she pushed her hands into my hair, clutching me closer. I felt her hips moving against me, and I caught the material of her gown, tugging it up. When I slid a hand between her thighs, I found hot, wet silk and even hotter, wetter pussy. She cried out as I slid my fingers over the wet material, dragging it over her folds.

“You’re so hot,” I said against her mouth. “Is this all for me, Stacia?”

“Yes…” She pushed insistently against my hand.

“Tell me. Say, ‘I’m hot for you, Luka.’”

She lifted her heavy lids and licked her lips. “I’m hot for you. But you already know that.”

The words, so simply spoken, should have been enough to reassure me, but they weren’t. “Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Yes…” She moaned and rolled her hips against my hand, seeking relief.

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