Page 92 of The Good Duke
With sleek, unhurried steps, Simon moved out from behind his desk and started toward her. Persephone made to retreat, but with the door behind her, it only rattled a revelation of those cowardly intentions.
With a mocking grin, Simon continued forward. “And you didn’t?” he whispered. “You’ve brought me a dog instead of a future duchess as some sort of game.”
He stopped a pace apart, close enough that he smelled a hint of fear on her.
He widened his smile, infusing a wealth of warning. “Be very careful, Persephone. I don’t take being lied to. Don’t make me punish you.”
“P-Punish me?” Hurt filled her eyes. “You would t-turn me out.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t let you off that easy,” he purred.
Understanding lit her revealing eyes. The long, graceful column of her neck jumped wildly. “Wh-what kind of p-punishment?” she asked throatily.
“Do you really want to know?”
She moistened her lips again. “I asked, did I not?”
Oh, the saucy mouth on her.
Simon filled his hands with her buttocks and pulled her against his painful erection.
She gasped, and her head fell back, knocking against the door, and certainly announcing their wicked encounter to the footman who’d alerted Persephone of Simon’s presence. And Simon didn’t give two shites.
He placed his lips alongside her temple. “I will spank you, Persephone. I will spank you so hard your luscious arse will go numb and your whole body will quiver, so you won’t know if you’re hurting or lusting for my palm upon your delectable skin.”
At the mental image that came to mind, Simon’s cock grew painfully harder.
He made a show of considering Persephone, whose quick, quiet pants bespoke a shared desire.
“Or,” he taunted, “maybe you would like that, sweet?” He filled his palms with her buttocks and squeezed.
She gasped a breathless rasp of desire.
“Do you want me to paddle your delectable flesh for your sins, Persephone?” he jeered.
“N-No,” she said quickly, but the excited glimmer in her eyes marked her as a liar.
Simon spun her about quickly, and Persephone brought her palms upon the door and canted her sweet arse out. She glanced over her shoulder. Instead of fear, her lashes fluttered with a sin-filled yearning.
He brought his hand down once in a punishing strike.
The dog gave a noisy little yap.
They ignored her.
Persephone moaned and rocked her hips against him. “Please,” she begged.
He chuckled. “Please give you more or please stop?”
Persephone pushed the delectable globes back in answer.
Abruptly Simon released her.
Persephone cried out; her body sagged.
“Do not ever cross me again, Persephone,” he whispered. “Or you will regret it.”
With that warning, he turned to go.
