Page 39 of Wicked Designs
She tensed as he pressed himself against her. His other hand dug at her chemise near her thighs, dragging it up so he could push one of his own muscular thighs between her legs. Emily fought to keep her knees together, but he was too strong.
“Oh!” she gasped as he thrust his thigh hard against the soft melting core between her legs. Her head fell back against the wall as her body shivered.
“Godric, please…please, I…” She tried to speak but he wasn’t in the mood to listen. She wasn’t even sure what she was trying to say. His mouth came down on hers, rough, unyielding and brief. He kept her against the wall, his forehead falling against hers as he took a deep breath.
“Would it be so bad for you to just enjoy your time here? Why keep looking for ways to escape?”
He lifted his eyes up to hers. The two were so close; bodies almost entangled. The hand that held her wrists pinned above her head tightened a little as he shifted his body, trying to move even closer.
“Let me show you a reason to stay…”
Godric nuzzled her jaw until his lips found her neck, planting seeds of heat with his faint kisses. Emily raised her chin, providing Godric a better angle to torture her with the sensation of his lips on skin. His arousal dug into her belly, to which she responded with a sharp, throbbing need.
“It isn’t fair. You’re distracting me,” she gasped as he cupped a breast through her thin chemise, toying with her hardened nipple.
“Nothing in life is fair, my sweet. Shall we continue on?” He flicked his head towards the door that led to his bedroom, and that single gesture killed all the helpless desire in her.
“No,” she said firmly, expecting him to release her. When he didn’t, she looked at the doorway of her bedroom, wondering the length of time it would take someone to break it down if it were locked.
“No? Are you sure?” He raised his thigh between her legs, increasing the pressure on her aching core. She stifled a moan as he did it again, quicker this time. “I said… Are you sure?” A crooked smile crossed his lips when he realized he had robbed her of the ability to speak in clear words rather than moans. His hand on her breast slid down along her belly towards the juncture between her thighs, coiling the fabric of her night rail up again. The instant his fingers reached the aching spot between her legs she cried out, her voice carrying loudly.
Her shout shocked some sense into Godric. He released her immediately and stepped away just as Ashton burst into her doorway. He took one look at the scene and spoke to Godric in Greek.
“I thought you had yourself under control. You said you could manage this.” Ashton took a step towards Godric, who dug his hands through his hair.
“She… I may not be as in control as I thought.”
Ashton looked at Emily’s firmly closed window and her state of undress with narrowed eyes. “If she resisted you?”
“No, she hasn’t…” Godric lied.
“I did not agree either,” Emily said in flawless Greek.
Both men looked at her, mouths agape.
“You lied about the Greek?” asked Godric.
“Erre Es Korokas!” She snapped out.Go to the crows.
Godric wrenched her away from the wall. “What else have you lied about?”
Ashton took a sharp step forward, his hand raised, as if to say,No, Godric, let her go. But he seemed to have his own issues with her deception. “Emily, you lied to me, the one person in this house who stood up to Godric for you. I asked for the truth and you repay me with lies?”
“That was before I trusted any of you…when I still felt myself to be at risk!”
Ashton’s eyes were as dark as the sea at night. “Did you ever think you were truly in danger? We never meant for you to feel that way.”
“You abducted me, drugged me. What did you expect? You may not be my enemies, but forgive me if I don’t consider those the actions of friends.” Her eyes burned but she didn’t cry. “What would you do in my position?”
“Were you… Did you lie to me this afternoon, when you gave me your word?”
“No. That was the truth, on my father’s grave, wherever in the sea it may be. I shall not try to escape tonight.”
Ashton was silent for an eternally long moment.
“I believe you. But I can no longer stand between you and Godric, not tonight at any rate. Please…don’t call for me again.” Ashton turned and left, shutting the door behind him.
Emily’s knees shook. Her only protector had abandoned her.
