His jaw clenched.
“You hadn’t seemed to care that I was blatantly flirting with them. Not in the least bit jealous. You turned your back like it meant nothing to you.”
He watched her, saying nothing for a long time. And then finally, “I turned my back because I was so unbelievable consumed with jealousy, I feared I’d make a scene.” His words were pure gravel, repressed possessiveness thick in his tone. “There was a very real risk I would toss you over my shoulder; consequences be damned.”
“Oh,” she said breathlessly. She was getting quite warm again.
“You did it on purpose,” he said softly, eyes darkening.
The hairs on the back of her neck prickled at his tone. She didn’t think he required an answer, but she nodded anyway. “I wanted your attention back on me. I wanted you to want me. Not that woman back in your study. I wanted you to know other men found me desirable.” She swallowed. “I wanted you to feel like you were lucky to have me,” she whispered.
For once in her life, she wanted to feel as though she, Georgiana, was what someone wanted. No. Not someone. Just Fitz.
His arms tightened around her, and his eyes cleared, earnest pools of burned amber. “I am the luckiest man on this earth, having you as my wife.” He gripped her chin and squeezed gently. “I’ve thought that many times since we married. Trust me, Gigi. I want you. I want you so badly I don’t even know what to do with it.” He released her and stepped away.
Georgiana shivered at the loss of heat. She needed it back. She reached for him.
“Though perhaps…” He cocked his head at her. “One of the things you desire is punishment, yes?”
Her arm dropped, and she blinked at the random question but dipped her chin in a nod.
Her husband took a bracing breath and then his hand went to his cravat, pulling at it until it loosened and came undone. He stretched his neck from side to side, the corded muscles flexing, then softening as he pulled it loose and dropped it to the floor.
He locked gazes with her. “Then get on your kn-knees, micetta cattiva. And show me how sorry you are for that little display at the Rutledge’s.”
She sucked in a breath. Her gaze darted around the chamber as though she would find the man who had absconded with her husband. Because her brain could not process that the man who had just uttered those wicked, demanding—albeit slightly wavering—words, the one who had just called her abad kitty,was Fitz.
“Knees, Gigi. Now.”
There was nothing hesitant or wavering that time.
She dropped to the floor in front of her husband, the silk of her robe settling around her. Heart in her throat, pulse racing through her veins, she waited. Waited for her husband to bring one of her private fantasies to life.
His knuckles dusted over her cheekbone, trailing down her jaw before a finger settled under her chin. “I’ve been reading. Studying. For you.” His voice was dark, dangerous. “It’s been…enlightening. Do you want to be d-degraded, micetta? Is that on your list as well?”
Georgiana shivered at his velvet tone; she wanted to wrap herself in that voice, bathe in it. She dipped her chin slowly. God, she wanted him to stutter horrible things to her. She knew that probably wasn’t common. But she wanted to be used, punished, disparaged. It was that dark, sinful secret inside of her.
His hand left her and joined his other at his placket, making quick work of the buttons. He took out his half-hard cock and stroked slowly, teasingly. Her lips parted, and her gaze shot to his. But for no longer than a breath. She couldn’t help it. Her stare fell back to where his hand worked himself, where he grew thicker with every stroke. She licked her lips. She wanted it.
He chuckled, deep and strangled. “Desperate for it, are you, micetta? If you keep looking at it like that, this is going to end e-embarrassingly quick.”
Her eyes snapped back to his face, and she leaned forward, nodding eagerly. She rested her hands on his thighs, squeezing.
“Desperate, Fitz,” she whispered. “I need you so badly.”
He sucked in a breath through bared teeth, his cock twitching in his hand. “Well, what are you waiting for, then? Suck my cock like the needy whore you are.”
She froze.
He froze.
Both equally shocked by his words.
But as frozen as they were, between her thighs went up in flames, went liquid.Oh, my fucking heaven.
“Oh God. Was that too much? A-Apologies, Gigi. I d-don’t even know where that came from. It just flew out.”
“No!” She leaned forward, hands clawing up to clench his hips. “It was perfect, Fitz. More of that. Please, say any filthy, demeaning thing to me.Please.”
