Page 44 of The Lord who Seduced Me
Cabe
London, England Dec 1812
On the way home from the ball, she stayed in his arms and on his lap the entire time.
He kissed her neck and caressed her breasts until she was moaning and writhing in his arms.
He breathed into her ear, “When we get to my home, I am taking you to my room, where I am ripping that dress from your body. Then, I am going to take you until you can no longer walk, and my seed is dripping from you, letting you and everyone else know who you belong to.”
Rose shuddered and turned his face toward her. They kissed and licked at each other, their tongues playing.
Cabe was groaning as Rose rocked her ass back against his hard cock. He wanted to spend everything he could inside her, and still had more to give.
Biting her earlobe softly, after pulling away from her lips, Cabe whispered, “You are going to push me too far if you keep doing that my love.”
Rose gave a small sigh, “Good, it’s been too long. I want it all to happen.”
Before he could do more, the carriage pulled to a stop in front of his townhome.
He lifted Rose into his arms and brought her straight up the stairs until he reached the front door.
She wiggled in his arms, “Cabe! I can walk you know.”
Cabe chuckled, “You can, but that doesn’t matter. I want to hold you.”
He kissed her nose and the door opened. His manservant didn’t even bat an eyelash, “My lord, my Lady, welcome. My Lord, your bedchamber is prepared for bed. Shall I let the other servants know you are not to be disturbed this night?”
Cabe nodded, “Thank you.” He put Rose down and together they walked up his stairs.
Rose was blushing and he noticed. “What is wrong?”
She sighed, “He called me my lady. It was like this was not the first time you have done this. I don’t know what to think.”
Cabe looked up at her, “I understand. He is just polite. I have explained who you are, but I also told him to be discreet. So, I am certain that is why he said that. He knows that someday you are going to be my wife. I told you in that room that you are the first and only woman I would touch. As I told you outside just now. And that is the truth. I have never brought a woman here, and I have never had one anywhere else. You are the first woman I have even kissed Rose. My brother on the other hand,”
He ran a hand through his hair, and let out a breath, “He was quite the rake. And brought woman after woman here. Night after night. Our butler never knew their names, hell I do not think Case even knew their names half the time. So, Alfred got used to calling everyone that. He never wanted to hurt anyone or cause any kind of distress to the women. He is nothing but polite and discreet. You can ask him if you do not believe me about not bringing anyone here. But I am telling you right now, there is not a single person who I want more than I want you. You are mine.”
Rose smiled and he kissed her, right there and then. “Come, I told you in my carriage what was going to happen when I get you back to my home.”
Rose felt her face warm and she hurried up the stairs, having Cabe show her where his room was.
He did not always love the constant presence of his servants, but in this moment, he was grateful.
His room was spotless, and he could see that his extra prosthetics were put away.
Rose was wandering around his room as he pulled his jacket, cravat and waistcoat off.
He let them fall to the floor and walked up behind her. She was studying the miniature he had of his parents, Case and himself.
The one that had been painted just days before his father died in a horse accident. After that, Case had gone wild, his grief and pain making him act in such a way that their mother was ashamed and had retreated to the country to shield herself from it and her grief.
She had been there until Case finally decided to be the man he had always been but had forgotten about along the way and got married. And she begged Cabe to let her go with Case and Emily to America.
She did not want to have the cloud of grief from her husband’s death hanging over her head for the rest of her life.
Cabe had let her go, and though he missed her, knew it was for the best. But neither she nor Case knew about his leg, or anything else that had happened.
He was not the best at sending correspondence to his brother. He was angry at Case. For doing what he did when their father died. He struggled as well with how quickly it had happened, but he had not gone wild and turned into someone no one knew any longer.
