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I didn’t stop, only pulling my cock out to thrust brutally into her mouth again.

My hand was tight on her hair and she began to try to push against my thighs to escape.

“I am surprised to find you so disobedient, Catherine,” I said mockingly. “And I was told you were such a good girl, too.”

My wife’s eyes flicked up to mine, almost spitting fire at me, but she could only make unintelligible angry little noises with my cock stuffed in her mouth.

I watched her as I thrust in and out, holding her up by the hair so I had the perfect angle to watch my cock disappear inside her pretty wet mouth.

Fuck, she felt good.

I could tell her lips were going to be puffed-up and pink from how hard I took her, and the thought of how she would look sent pleasure spiraling up my spine.

“It’s just as the Good Book says,” I told her, running my other hand down her neck just to watch her shiver. “A wife’s open mouth is a blessing from the Lord.”

She made another strangled squeak, and probably would have said something like, “that’s not what that verse says,” if she had been able to talk.

The forced eye contact was pressing my release all along my spine, and I wanted to drag it out as long as I could, but I felt the tips of her nipples brush against my thighs as she was forced up and down on my cock and suddenly I burst in her mouth, one hand on her hair, the other on her throat to make sure she swallowed.

And she did, gulping as the tears leaked out from the corners of her eyes. Those little gulps were the most desirable noise I had ever heard and the deep groan that burst from my chest surprised me.

When I finally let her go, she fell backwards, still glaring at me.

I sat still for a moment in the chair, feeling that strange, elated release, the pleasure of Catherine’s body trapped between my thighs, then I pointed up on the bed as I released my hold on her. I wanted to breed my wife immediately, make that tiny belly swell with my seed.

But she gathered her skirts and stumbled to her feet, reaching out to the side table where she upended a lit candle onto the floor. And then she ran out the door.

I was astonished to see the dry wood suddenly catch and burst into flames.

Fuck! The little strumpet.

I fumed. How had a mousy little miss like Catherine Wendover manage to upend the candlesdirectlywhere there was oil on the floor?

Calling harshly for my valet, I stomped at the flames. When Bodkins didn’t appear, I called loudly for him again.

By the time he had puffed unhappily up the stairs, I had stomped most of the fires out, and ordered him to take care of the rest.

“I’m going after my wife,” I said harshly.

CHAPTER 10

Catherine

Icould barely believe I had been bold enough to run away from St. Erth, but something about how I knew that that huge cock in my mouth was now going between my legs had filled me with panic.

“Mistress, can I help you?” the innkeeper asked uncertainly as I tumbled down the stairs.

“I-I just got an urgent message from Bath,” I lied. “I have to rush there, I’m so sorry.”

I opened the heavy front door just enough to slip through. I would have to move quickly, before he called out or tried to stop me. Married ladies did not rush off to Bath on their own. Also, I had no idea in which direction Bath lay.

Gathering my wedding skirts in my hands, I rushed across the stable yards, and darted behind the first outbuilding. But when I poked my head in, it was filled with busy ostlers brushing down horses.

That wouldn’t work. I heard a commotion in the inn, the noise spilling out of the big windows. A crash that sounded like a plate, and then the Viscount’s voice raised angrily.

I couldn’t hear what he was saying, but I didn’t think it was anything like “I’m fine if my wife runs away.”

The next barn seemed miraculously empty, and my heart gave a hopeful lurch. If it was abandoned, maybe no one would think of looking inside.

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