Page 8 of Gentleman's Anger
“Avert your eyes, Jimmy, unless you want them blackened,” Logan growls. It vibrates all through me.
“Already averted, mate.”
“Uh, no,” I say, mortified. I try to reach behind me and tighten the laces, but my stupid arms are too short.
“Turn around, duchess,” Logan says, his voice low. I do what he says automatically. He deftly tightens the corset and ties it tight. He drops a kiss to my shoulder before spinning me back around. “Lead the way Lady Holly,” he says, taking my hand in his. Our fingers interlace and I swear nothing has ever felt more right than this does. Holly produces a key from her pocket and hands it to Logan after we stop in front of a door.
“The Green Salon,” she says, winking at me. What is her deal? Then she’s off again, leading Jimmy further down the hallway. Logan unlocks the door and opens it. Inside, there is faux candlelight lighting our way. There is an elegantly decorated queen size bed in the corner. A fireplace with two chairs in front of it and a what I can only call a… sex couch in another corner. There is also a small fridge hidden smartly. And, you guessed it. Everything is green and gold. The music from the main room is piped in here, but it’s softer. Perfect. He clicks the lock into place. The sound harsh, yet it makes my pussy clench in anticipation. The way he’s looking at me make me think heknowsthat I’m dripping for him. Only him.
We don’t say anything. What can we say? We rush to each other before another breath is taken. Our lips meet, frantic for some reason. My hands touch every inch of his back, what I can reach anyway.
“Patience?” he asks. I’m so into this, into him, that I didn’t realize he took his lips off of mine.
“Yes,” I say after clearing my throat.
“Please tell me that I can have you.”
“Yes,” I say, without hesitation. There is just something about this man that I can’t explain. He looks at me like I’m the only girl in the world. He makes me come undone. It’s too much. Too fast. But I’m falling in love with him anyway. I don’t really know this man. We’ve barely spoken to each other, but somehow none of that matters.
Nothing matters.
Nothing but him and I.
This.
Us.
“Thank fuck,” he growls, spinning me around. My corset is unlaced in seconds. I let it fall to the floor, my dress falling without the tight corset binding it to my body. I’m not wearing a bra or the shift thing that Holly sent. I am wearing the crotchless knickers though, and I wish I weren’t. I quickly pull them down my legs. I skipped the stockings, and I wore Birkenstocks because I hate heels, unless I absolutely have to wear them. I leave them inside the flounce of the dress and step out of it. This is the first time I’ve been naked in front of anyone as adult that wasn’t a female in a wardrobe department. To say that I’m nervous would be an understatement.
“Turn around for me. Slowly,” he says. I do that and our eyes meet. His green ones are feral. They excite me. Am I really going to do this? I wonder to myself as his eyes greedily wander over my body. Yes. Yes, I’m going to do this and I’m going to love it. Consequences be damned.
“I think you are quite overdressed, milord,” I say, reaching for him. I fling his overcoat down his arms and unbutton his waistcoat. Belatedly, I realize that it’s the same deep crimson as my gown. I don’t have to think about that. It too is gone. His shirt is quick to go. He toes out of the big black boots he has on, reaches down and pulls his socks off. My hands reach for the button flap thing on his trousers. Opening them, I see he’s not wearing anything else. They fall to his ankles, and he kicks them away. We are both blessedly naked. My eyes roam his body. He’s all muscles on muscles and that hip V thing I’ve read about has my mouth going dry. I swallow. Then I continue down. His cock is bloody huge. And I want it. In me. The fierceness in which I do want it surprises me. But it shouldn’t. Not with him. I can’t explain it. I don’t want to explain it. I want to feel it.
“Did you go commando in another man’s fatigues?” I ask, giggling. I don’t know why I said that. It was just the first thing I could think of other thanfuck me. Hard, fast, slow, gentle. Dealer’s choice. I just want him… so I reach for him. The heat coming off of him is radiant. I’m drawn to him in a way I’ve never been drawn to anyone before.
“Yes,” he groans as my hand wraps around his hard length.
“I heard you’re not supposed to do that,” I moan as I he pumps his hips, thrusting his cock into my tightening hand. Why does that turn me on so much?
“Fuck, duchess. He gently moves my hand off of him. “You have no idea how much I want your touch, but I’ll come if you keep doing that.”
“I thought that was the idea.”
“Fuck,” he growls. I love that he’s so growly. He hauls me up into his arms. My legs wrap around his waist and my arms around his neck. He kisses me as he walks toward the bed. Suddenly, I’m dropped to the bed. He grabs my legs and pulls me closer to the edge, so my arse is hanging off of the bed.
He drops to his knees and spreads my thighs open. He doesn’t say anything, but he gives me a wicked look and licks his lips.
Lamb to the lion.
I’m ready to sacrifice every covenant I hold dear to this man.
I’d set the world on fire for him and let it burn, burn, burn.
five
LOGAN
Holy fucking shit. This girl is amazing. My cock is harder than it ever has been before. It’s leaking like crazy too. Patience’s pretty pussy is wet for me. I feel like a king, instead of the duke I’m pretending to be. I can see how her pussy shines for me like a fucking star in the night sky. I prop her legs up on the bed frame for support and spread her wider for me. I’m already on my knees ready to worship her. Starting at her ankles, I lick and kiss my way up her legs, alternating back and forth between her long, toned legs. When I reach her thighs, I breathe her in. She’s sticky here from when she came earlier, without my touch. I avoid that place on her because I want my first taste of her to be straight from the source. What will her orgasm be like when I touch her? When I lick her? When I’m buried nine inches inside of her? Unable to help myself, I gently bite down on her thigh. When she moans, I bite down a little harder. There is something about knowing that I am leaving a mark on her that makes me feel like a savage beast. After doing the same thing to her other thigh, I move higher, nipping her hips.
