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“What would you have me do, husband? I am yours to command.”
A deep, dirty chuckle was his first response, followed by the words which had a shiver of lust coursing down Augusta’s spine. “It pleases me that you see it that way because, from this day forth, you will do as I tell you when we are in the bedroom. Here, I am master.”
Augusta thrilled at his words. A powerful Flynn was a gorgeous, manly thing. And he was all hers.
He lifted her thin muslin shift over her head and dropped it to the floor. Augusta reached for her stockings. “Tsk. Did I tell you to take them off?” he admonished.
A grin tugged at her lips. She loved teasing him. “No, master, you did not.”
“Hands by your side until I tell you otherwise.”
Her core throbbed with aching need. “Flynn,” she murmured.
He drew close, cupping her sex in the palm of his hand. She whimpered when he slipped his thumb deep into her heat and began to stroke. When he bent his head and took her erect nipple into his mouth, nipping it with his teeth before drawing back hard, Augusta saw stars.
His strokes and rough attention to her breasts quickly drew her wetness to the surface. She closed her eyes, luxuriating in the sensual embrace—crying out when he shifted and thrust two fingers deep into her sex, then let his thumb work its way around her sensitive bud.
Divine.
There was no other word to describe what he was doing to her.
Flynn released her nipple and righted himself. “On the bed, wife, kneeling facing the wall. Hands in front of you, legs spread.”
She did as he instructed. It was thrilling to hear him speak to her in such a wicked and firm way. Augusta was still trying to figure out how this was actually going to work when a fully clothed Flynn came and stood behind her. Wrapping an arm around her hips, he drew her back to the edge of the bed, then pushed her legs farther open with his knee.
Augusta whimpered as Flynn’s cock parted the moist folds of her sex, and he took command of her body. The heady delight of knowing he was still dressed in his suit while she was completely naked soon had her demanding that he take her hard. To stake his claim.
The rough abrasion of his woolen trousers against her bare ass had her sobbing with need. “Flynn.”
He rode her without mercy; all the while Augusta begged for more. For his mastery. When the pace of their coupling drew to fever pitch, he slammed into her one last time, then stilled.
The scent of sex still hung heavy in the air as Flynn gently rolled Augusta over onto her back and pulled her once more to the edge of the bed. He knelt before her, with one of her legs on either side of his head resting on his shoulders. The first touch of his lips and tongue sent her eyes rolling back in her head.
“Flynn,” she sobbed.
“Wife, take your pleasure,” he growled.
Augusta did as she was told.
ChapterForty-Three
The time had come to say goodbye. The past weeks in Rome had been a blur. The de Lucas had thrown several extravagant parties to celebrate the marriage of Serafina and the future Duke of Mowbray.
Enzo de Luca was at pains to note that Gideon would one day be a duke whenever anyone happened to mention his new son-in-law. He was also keen to discuss future shipping contracts and forging new trading links via the English family connection.
Augusta kept her own counsel as to what she thought of Serafina’s father, but she was grateful that the chances of her having to set eyes on Enzo de Luca again after today were slim. She doubted she would ever forgive him for trying to sell his daughter into a loveless union with a man who already had a family. Or for throwing the Kembal family out into the street.
The newlyweds had spent the days following their wedding back at Palazzo Lazio, leaving Augusta and her mother to reside at the hotel. The Duchess of Mowbray had in turn invested many hours with Donna Francesca shopping and packing a number of large trunks for Serafina to take with her on the sea voyage to her new home in England. From what Augusta had gathered, her mother was still keeping the news of her extended stay in Rome a closely guarded secret.
It was her choice, and the rest of the English contingent were content to keep the duchess’s decision to themselves. When the de Lucas discovered the truth, Augusta, Gideon, and Serafina would be on their way home. Lady Anne was going to be living her own life, far from her blood family. As far as Augusta was concerned, there was nothing more which could be done to change her mother’s mind.
Flynn had taken up his new post with de Luca Shipping, which meant that nights were often the only time Augusta and he got to see one another. Their marriage was yet another tightly kept secret. She was tempted to tell Serafina but decided that would only put her sister-in-law in a difficult situation, and it wasn’t fair to ask her to lie to her new husband.
Her own husband had, with the hotel management conveniently turning a blind eye, quickly mastered the back stairs of the Albergo del Sole. Flynn spent every night with Augusta before slipping out just after dawn to head back to All Saints’ Chapel, where he still helped out. And still officially resided.
Augusta considered her stack of packed and ready travel trunks through a sheen of tears. This morning was her last day in Italy. Tonight, she and her brother and his wife would be on board a boat and headed home. Her mother and husband would remain in Rome.
Coming to stand behind her, Flynn wrapped his arms around Augusta and whispered in her ear, “You promised to be strong today. But it’s alright if you give in to the tears. Just don’t let them take you down.”
