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“As if you need to ask.”
He beamed.“Good.We’re not done with you yet.”Her husband shucked his pants and crawled onto the bed, his cock already weeping from the slit.He knelt between her thighs and draped her legs over his.
“We?”
“I think this deserves a name, don’t you?”
“Zeus,” Isabelle said instantly, the name popping into her mind like a bolt of lightning.“His name is Zeus.”
“Appropriate, considering what antics the god was said to get up to.”Silas slicked the head of his cock along her wet pussy.His real flesh felt so much better than the dildo.Her insides felt slightly bruised from the size of the device and the force of her resulting orgasm.But he had other uses for his invention.
First he touched it to her clit, watching in fascination as Isabelle’s back arched.She squeezed her breasts, watching through slitted vision as his eyes roamed her body.Laid out like his own personal feast.He moved her legs to his shoulders, giving himself more space to move.He hit precisely that angle he knew she liked, and Isabelle’s body tightened around him in response.
“Yes, Silas,” she gasped.“Like that.Oh, God, just like that.”
Mercilessly, he turned up the speed on his toy and pressed it hard to her clit.She tried to resist the need to break again, already—to wait for him to catch up—but her body wanted everything he had to give her.She climaxed again, and again, until she could take no more and begged him to finish.
“Please, Silas,” she whimpered breathlessly.“I need you to?—”
He bent forward, bracing on his free arm and pushing her knees almost to her shoulders.Folding her in half as he fucked her mercilessly.His ragged panting ended in a grunt and warm liquid pulsed into her.Almost too spent to respond, she rallied for a fourth time and broke around his cock.
They lay in one another’s arms, Zeus forgotten as Silas kissed her for a long time.
“Does my lady approve of our companion?”he asked.His skin was damp and a tendril of hair stuck to his temple.
“Very much.”She reached for the abandoned device and turned it on, thinking.“You know, we could sell these.”
His laughter shook his shoulders.
“I’m serious.”
“I know you are, little bog witch.How?To whom?”
“Doctors, perhaps.For treating hysteria.It’s light and portable.If there’s a way to recharge it, I could see considerable interest there.”
“True.”Silas rolled onto his back, reclaiming the toy and turning it off and on.The vibration had nearly died.She would have to ask him how he powered it.Batteries, most likely.Lately, he’d become interested in them as an energy source for his precious engines.“We can’t sell them publicly without incurring Her Majesty’s wrath.But what about private sales?”
Isabellehmedthoughtfully.“Rose and Belladonna would no doubt be able to find buyers amongst theton.Tulip would have contacts in the flesh trade, too.”She kissed his shoulder.“I think this has potential, my love.Both in and out of the bedroom.”
“I love the way your mind works, darling wife.”He chuckled, abandoned the dildo, and kissed her breathless.
READ AN EXCERPT FROM ROSE (VIRTUE & VICE 6)
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”Rose screamed.Where was Starke when she needed him?The Duke of Gryphon could not simply remove a woman from Belladonna’s House of Virtue—or anywhere else in London, for that matter.She might be female and a whore, but she still hadrights.
Didn’t she?
Whether she did or not, no amount of flailing could free her from Lysander’s grip.She tried kicking.Twisting.When he shifted her to his shoulder, carrying her like a sack of potatoes, she pounded his broad back with balled fists.He grunted, but his steps did not falter.
Cool air wafted past her stinging cheeks and up the backs of her legs when a footman had the temerity to open the door for him.Blasted dukes.How sheloathedpowerful men.They got everything they wanted, no matter how unreasonable or even illegal.
“Get in, you little hellcat,” the duke snarled, tossing her with little effort.
Walls closed around her.Pleated silk overhead and damask on the walls.Her back hit the buttery white leather squabs hard enough to make the springs squeak protest.Rose rebounded with all her might, flinging herself at freedom, only to crash into Gryphon’s broad chest, a wall of muscle softened only by a layer of wool.He caught her by the wrists.
“Will you sit, or am I going to have to spank you into submission?”
“I thought hitting a woman was beneath you,” she seethed.A slight smile quirked up his lips, barely there before disappearing.
