Page 22 of A Trap by the Rakish Duke
“You seem to be under the impression that you can speak to me in whichever manner you choose, Duchess. I am still the master here, and thus youwillrespect me.”
“How am I to respect a man who keeps me captive and refuses to even provide me with a plausible reason why?”
“Enough! I will not be spoken to in this manner. You will obey me.” He moved quicker than a flash as he gripped her wrist and held it beside her head, staring her down as his nostrils flared with anger.
Her breathing deepened when she suddenly became increasingly aware of his proximity.
“And how exactly do you intend to make obey you, Your Grace?” Her voice dropped to a whisper as her chest heaved.
There was something about the Duke that made her lose all sense of propriety when she was in his presence.
His lips were on hers in a matter of seconds as she fought against his grip.
Philip’s kiss was hot and searing and her body began to yield to his intense touch. His hand released her wrist and trailed down to her hip, caressing her flesh through the fabric of her dress.
It didn’t take long for his tongue to part her lips, searching the warm depths of her mouth with a fierce passion that left her breathless.
Aurelia’s hands worked their way into his hair, tugging on the roots when his grip on her waist tightened.
The Duke broke their kiss for a brief second and growled, before taking her lips in another fiery kiss.
A gasp escaped her throat as his hands moved up her sides and pushed her against the desk. Her fingers twined in his hair, and forced his head back as he kissed a path across her jawline and down her throat.
Aurelia’s moans of deep pleasure filled the air and caught her off guard as she surrendered to the carnal desire that coursed through her veins. She wanted him to touch her, to stroke and caress every inch of her body and devour her completely.
A loud growl rumbled in his chest as he swept aside his paperwork, lifted her up and laid her on her back across the desk.
His hands moved down her thighs, lifting her dress when he reached her ankles.
Her skin tingled with pleasure when he positioned himself between her legs and ground his hips against hers, taking her lips in another passionate kiss. Snaking her fingers down his chest, Aurelia felt the chiseled muscles that further ignited the growing flames of desire between her thighs.
His hard member pressed against her secret place as he gripped her hands, intertwined their fingers and held them fast on either side of her head. Pleasure shot through her body when he nipped the crook of her neck, using his tongue to draw a path to the valley between her breasts.
I want him…
Aurelia writhed beneath him as the sensations he stirred in her core pushed away all rational thought from her mind. A light layer of goosebumps broke across her skin as his rough tongue licked the swell of her breasts. He dragged his teeth across her sensitive skin before kissing it passionately.
A knock suddenly sounded at the study door.
“Your Grace, will you be needing the new stallion saddled for this evening’s ride?” The butler’s muffled voice carried through the door, causing the Duke to jump back.
Cool air suddenly hit Aurelia’s heated flesh despite the warmth of the blazing fire.
“You may have the horse saddled,” Philip called back without taking his eyes off her.
As she pushed herself up on her elbows, Aurelia drew her lower lip between her teeth and panted in rapid breaths.
My dear God, what was that? What had just happened?
“Very well, Your Grace. I will instruct the stable hands at once.” The butler’s voice drifted away from the door as a loaded silence fell over them.
“Leave my study,” the Duke spoke through labored breaths, his chest heaving from their interrupted passion.
His eyes were dark with lust, but Aurelia felt a sting of rejection as she pushed herself off the desk.
Did he regret kissing me? Did he truly view me as his enemy?
She hurried to fix her dress and straighten her hair, taking a moment to meet his gaze. “Will you dine with me this evening, Your Grace?”
