Page 95 of Trapped with the Forbidden Duke
Beyond them stood the Duke and Duchess of Silverton. The Duchess’s pregnancy was more visible than the last time Edwinahad seen her. She looked radiant, glowing at her husband’s side as they laughed at something together. The Duke leaned into her ear, whispering something that had her covering her mouth with a gloved hand, looking scandalized.
Edwina turned to her husband, finding his eyes fixed on the same couple. “Does it make you think of anything? You look lost in thought.”
Before Lucien could answer her question, a voice sounded from behind her—a voice she had not heard in a very long time.
However, a long time was never long enough to go without hearing Lord Stockton’s voice, for her heart sank at the sound of it.
“How delightful,” he sneered. Lucien had immediately turned to face him. “The Duke and Duchess of Stormhold—a happily ever after. I ought to get some credit, no?”
“You ought to leave,” Lucien growled, stepping forward. “I warned you once before about going anywhere near my wife.”
“Ah, but she was not your wife back then.” Lord Stockton laughed cruelly. “She was nothing but a lady in a whore’s dress.”
“How dare you speak of the Duchess in such a way. Only one of us has a stellar reputation among the ton, Stockton. I could have you thrown out of this party, and nobody would even notice you were gone.”
“Your wife would,” Lord Stockton sneered. “Tell me, was your marriage a deal too? Did she offer herself to you for that worthless brother of hers, as she did with me? She could not throw herself at me quickly enough, begging me to be merciful with them.”
Edwina flushed, her teeth gritted in humiliation. She was only grateful that she and Lucien were standing away from the other guests. She had not thrown herself at Lord Stockton but rather accepted an unfair deal. She had, however, thrown herself at the Duke for help.
“My wife is honorable, and you attempted to make her the opposite,” Lucien spat. “Would you prefer to discuss this privately, Stockton? I can still reciprocate what you did to my house. Stockton Estate is rather admirable. Perhaps if I destroy it, reduce it to nothing but ashes, I may buy it. I am sure I have another business I can set up there.”
“You would not dare,” Lord Stockton huffed.
“Insult my wife again and I would very much dare,” Lucien hissed.
Lord Stockton scowled, and Lucien remained stoic beside Edwina, even as the cad walked away.
“I despise him,” Edwina hissed. “How could he have the audacity to show up and say such things?”
“I do not know, but I will not stand for it,” Lucien growled.
Edwina stepped closer to him, her expression innocent as she tugged on his arm, drawing his attention away from Lord Stockton. “I think you are very attractive when you threaten people, especially in defense of my honor.”
“Your honor.” Lucien laughed sarcastically, his face relaxing slightly. “Your honor was ruined long ago in a dark hallway while you stalked me to the library.”
“My! Such accusations, husband.”
“If I could, I would snatch you away from this crowd right now and bury myself between your legs,” he murmured, lowering his voice so that it curled over her ear. She shuddered, pressing close to him. “I would brush my mouth over those beautiful thighs of yours, map out the swell of each breast, and I would make you beg so loudly that the entire party would hear you, and I would not care. I would keep you like that, begging, and I would make you wait.”
Edwina’s neck flushed, her heart rate quickening. “Lucien,” she whispered, gripping his arm as pressure built in her core.
“I would make you wait while you’re on your knees, sucking me off. You have asked to taste me, no? I would not care if we did it at this event. I will have you when and where I please, Edwina. And once you had used your rather clever mouth on me, I would have you riding my cock for as long as you could last. Even if you reached your peak, I would keep you pinned to my cock, chasingmy release inside you. Perhaps I would make you climax more than once.”
Edwina was reduced to an utter mess, a whimper escaping her lips. “We… we cannot, although you are a tease for even suggesting such a thing.”
“During the carriage ride home, then,” he murmured. “I shall see how many orgasms I can wring from you before we arrive home. The journey back to Stormhold is at least an hour.”
Edwina was gripping his jacket tightly, feeling dizzy with his sensual speech, which only sent more heat through her. She found she was losing interest in the event they were at, only thinking of how he might drag her to a forgotten path in the woodlands surrounding the Rothmond estate.
When she met his eyes, he smirked at her—wicked and dark, seductive.
“I find myself ready to go home,” he told her. “Do you?”
Several days later, Lucien snarled as he shoved his hands into his hair.
“You have now confirmed that all creditors have been paid?” he demanded.
“Yes,” his solicitor confirmed. “Every back-alley crime lord, dealer, and lender has been paid off.”
