Page 4 of Starting Something

I forget myself. I forget that I am only in a thin dress, that I am alone with a man who has all but promised to ruin me, that even if I were to scream no one would come to help me. All I can see is red! I am mad, pissed off in a way I have never been before. I scream but not loudly, not in an 'I'm scared' way, and launch myself at him.

He catches me in his arms and spins us. To someone just looking in it would appear almost like a dance. He has both of my wrists in his hands as I start to fall back landing on the softness of the bed. He lands between my legs. He may not like me necessarily but he doesn't crush me with his weight either. He keeps most of his weight shifted to his knuckles which are still wrapped around me. For one brief, tense moment we both look at one another. Then he lowers his head and takes my mouth.

This kiss is different from the one he gave me while we were standing in front of people exchanging vows. This kiss is a lesson. In how to use a kiss as a weapon. He teaches me how to 'fight' with my tongue and lips, using my teeth the way he is to pull this tense feeling as tight as it will go.

My leg comes up to wrap around him. Not because I want to pull him closer. I justify the move by saying it's to try to squeeze the air from him. His hand comes down to slide up the outer skin of my thigh and holds it closer to him. My hand, the one he's freed comes down to his hair to pull. At least that is what I mean to do but somehow my hand sinks into his soft locks and stays.

He moans and turns my head so he can reach deeper inside with his tongue. There is a hot, heavy feeling in my lower belly that seems to be growing. I've never had it before but I think...I like how it feels. Just like I like how his hand feels moving ever higher on my leg. Or how the feel of his pants on the back of my leg is slick and soft.

I can hear the beating of my heart so loud in my ears that it vibrates through my body and the only thing that makes it feel better is being closer to this odd, frustrating, crazy man. How can that be the only way I can find relief? How can he be the only person to give me what I need? I pour everything I am feeling into the kiss and try to focus on that strong thud, the rhythmic thump that keeps echoing in my ears. Until...Shepherd pulls back and shouts.

"What is it?!"

It's not just my heart I've been hearing. It's a knock on the bedroom door.

Chapter Four

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Shephard

No one answers my question which just pisses me off even more. The woman laying under me is starting to realize just how close we were to celebrating our wedding night so I won't be able to stay like this for very much longer.

"Why did I get interrupted while kissing my lovely wife?! This better be good!"

I can hear how nervous the maid on the other side of the door is when she finally answers me. "Um, Mrs. Black's parents are requesting a word...with you."

Mrs. Black. Now I like the sound of that! Especially knowing what I know now.

"Which one, me or her?"

"Oh, um, both. They ask for both of you, sir."

I look down at lips that are kiss swollen and shiny. My hand is still touching the softest skin I have ever laid hands on. I didn't know anything in the world could be so soft. If her fucking leg is this soft how soft will her pussy be?

"It would appear as if your lesson in lovemaking will have to wait until we address the in-laws, my dear."

I drop one more kiss on her mouth before letting her go and pulling her from the bed. I help her into a simple day dress as I tell the maid, who I will not be letting in while my wife looks like she just got fucked, as that is for my eyes only, to take her parents to my study and have them wait for us there. She doesn't say a word as I take her by the hand and lead her there. When we come in, her father is automatically up from his chair and turning towards us.

I walk around the large wooden desk done in dark cherry wood still holding firm to my bride. Everyone in the room looks a little taken back when I pull said bride down into my lap - one of the only places she shall ever sit again. Her mother gasps and starts to fan herself. Her shock is overwhelming when she realizes my hand is wrapped around Tilly's hips.

She starts to fake a swoon but is cut off from doing so by the loud bark from her husband. "Good God woman, not now!"

"Well missy, you have embarrassed this family for the last time." Tilly flinches in my arms sending me to a realm of pissed-off I have not visited since the war. And men died for that little bit of inconvenience. "Walking around without proper attire, flaunting your body to anyone who will look at your uncorseted form, questioning every rule I put down, and now this...," He waves his arm up and down towards us like we are on display, "It is too far, Matilda Ruby Drayton. We will go home at once and as soon as we get there you will be sent away to whatever convent will take you."

My little impostor goes pale but raises her chin. Tilly has a spine, unlike her mother and half the men I've been on the battlefield with.

"I'm very sorry, Mr. Black. We will of course follow through on our 'original' contract. Naturally, I'll find Mary Elizabeth and bring her to the island post haste." He straightens his jacket. He is such a pompous ass. How did a man like him have a daughter like Tilly?

"Father," Tilly speaks up.

Her father flusters, not liking the fact she is saying something back. "You will keep your mouth shut and think about where your actions have led you and how much embarrassment you have caused both me and Mr. Black with this escapade!"

"And where, do tell, will you be sending my wife again?" My voice is a lethal low, one octave from a growl.

"Wife? Wife?" The man's face is growing redder. "Matilda is no wife!"

"On the contrary," I reach into my desk and pull out the licenses Tilly and I signed. "She is my wife, Sir."

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