Page 50 of A Virgin for the Duke of Depravity
Leo stalked through the dark halls until he came upon the library where she had met him. Briefly, she remembered how the timbre of his voice shook her to the core when he discovered her at his book club.
He led her in and locked the door behind them. She could not help but think it was an unnecessary gesture, given that they were the only two in the building.
Leo marched across the room as Margaret stood there, watching him. She did not know what he intended to show her here. She already knew that her life in the convent had sheltered her from the world. There was nothing more he could show her that would demonstrate that point.
He sat down on the settee, draping his arm over the back of it. In this library, he looked perfectly at home.
Leo stared back at her before he picked up the book that sat on the table beside him. When she still did not move, he finally spoke.
“Dress. Off.”
“Excuse me?”
Surely, she had heard him wrong. This was a much more forward request than any he had made of her so far. The idea oftaking off her dress, of what he would do to her, sent a lightning bolt through her body.
She knew he would touch her, that she would feel the pleasure he had already shown her once.
Shewantedto take her dress off.
“You wanted to be a member of my book club, did you not? We do not permit clothes in this room.” His voice was husky but commanding.
Margaret knew that there would be no arguing with him. Worse, she knew that she did not want to argue with him.
She did the one thing that she thought she should do: reach up and untie the laces on the back of her dress. As the bodice loosened around her, she tugged the dress down her shoulders, freeing her breasts from their confines.
Cold air rushed over her, and she hesitated before she pushed the dress down over her hips. Leo’s eyes did not waver from her figure. He watched intently as she freed herself from her gown, his eyes lingering on the parts she had already bared.
Heat flooded through her at the prospect of him seeing her like this, pooling between her legs.
She shimmied out of the gown and let it fall to the floor.
Leo flipped through the pages of the book in his hand, letting his eyes drop from her figure. She stood there, awaiting his next command. As his fingers stopped flipping the pages, he turned his attention back to her.
“Sit,” he said, gesturing to the spot beside him. “You wanted me to read my books to you, and now you will know what they have to say about pleasure.”
He turned back to the book, holding open the spine with one large, capable hand. The other rested on Margaret’s bare thigh, gripping it intently. The feel of his skin on hers reminded her of their last encounter.
She could hardly wait for another.
Before he even started reading the words on the page, she started feeling warm at the idea of Leo in this library. She looked over his shoulder at the pictures in the book he held and blushed. Would they be doingthat?
“He reached down and placed a hand on her knee,” he read. He moved his hand to her knee and traced a line up her leg to the place where he started. “Then his fingers trailed higher and higher.”
Margaret swallowed hard. She knew where this was headed, but she could not deny the fact that she loved hearing his voice. It was so sure, so confident.
He was confident that she would allow him to do what he wanted to her—and she was confident of that as well.
“Slowly, he brought his fingers to the slick place between her legs and traced circles around her sex. She was wet for him, and he felt his cock strain against his pants, his hardness aching for her softness.”
She hoped, as he read about pleasuring a woman, that he would indeed do the same to her. But she was disappointed when his hand did not move to the place between her legs that was just as slick as the woman in his book.
“But merely touching her was not enough for him. He got down on his knees and kissed his way up her thigh, his tongue tracing patterns on her smooth skin.”
This was the part she remembered from the book—the man with his head between the woman’s legs. It was something that she had not heard of before, but she found herself longing to try it with Leo. If it was in his book, surely it was just as pleasurable as it sounded.
Maybe even more so with someone like him.
“He brought his lips to her sex, his tongue lapping at her folds and tasting every inch of her. He circled her with his tongue and felt her grow more excited, felt her squeeze his head between her strong thighs.”
