Page 27 of Surrender to Sin

Sin snorted. “But all Scots are perfect.”

“That we are. Why don’t I have Diaz draw up a one-off evening pass inviting Baxter to come and see the star attraction: his fiancée? He doesn’t have to witness everything, perhaps just the grand finale.”

“That is actually not a stupid idea. If the bastard explodes at the sight of all the ladies freely enjoying themselves, that will be a great load off my mind.”

Vice clapped him on the shoulder. “Consider it done.”

As he watched his friend walk back to the construction area and bark instructions at the laborers, Sin exhaled slowly. Just a few more hours and this whole godawful mess would be behind him and Grace.

Then they could have a quite different discussion—about the future.

Hell. Please let this work.

Chapter Seven

A stranger looked back at her from the full-length mirror. One maintaining the illusion of a woman stylish, confident, and thoroughly at ease with her near-naked body.

Tilting her head, Grace continued to study her princess self, thankful for the mind-calming privacy of the Fallen guest chamber. Madame Alice and her seamstresses had performed a miracle, creating something from a fairy tale in just a few hours. If fairy tales were downright hedonistic, that was.

A sapphire satin bodice studded with crystals and trimmed in silver lace stretched from her underarms to the tops of her thighs, the sewn-in stays cupping and shoving her breasts so high it appeared at any moment her nipples might pop free. Embroidered silver muslin cascaded from the hem of the bodice, but only around the back, leaving her legs scandalously bare and offering glimpses of her pussy when she walked. A small tiara and sapphire-studded combs swept her hair back from her face, but allowed it to tumble freely down her back.

All in all, she felt…

“Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.”

Grace spun around in a whirl of whisper-thin fabric to see Sebastian propped against the chamber doorframe. He wore an open-necked white linen shirt with a jewel-encrusted belt about his waist, old fashioned black breeches, and had one booted foot crossed over the other. But while his pose was casual, his expression could only be described as carnal.

Emboldened by the lusty appreciation, Grace strolled forward with a deliberate sway of her hips. A smile of delight curved her lips when his gaze rested on her breasts, but when it dropped lower and halted, she laughed. “Sir! How dare you enter the domain of a princess without invitation.”

“I believe you already have some idea of what I might dare, your highness,” he replied with a groan. “Fuck. That costume. Alice is too bloody skilled for her own good. It will be perfect though, for later. Especially if…”

When his voice trailed off, Grace’s eyes narrowed. “Especially if what?”

“Especially if Baxter accepts the one-off invitation that Vice sent him, and turns up here apocalyptic with rage that his property dares to defy his orders in the very center of, now, what was it? Willful depravity.”

Her lips quirked as she kissed his cheek. “Naughty man. One would think you’d do anything to see this plan work.”

“I would do anything,” Sebastian said quietly. “To ease your mind and ensure your happiness and liberty. So in time you might choose to be with me.”

Grace stilled, her heart about to beat out of her chest. Did he mean…“In time? What about right now?”

“Very well. Then know that once this bloody night is behind us, I wish to have a long and frank discussion with you about, er, certain matters. Certain future matters. The two of us in the future, as in tomorrow onward…fuck. This is why Vice does all the fucking speeches.”

“It sounded rather perfect to me,” she said, giddy with sheer joy.

“Madam,” he purred, and in one swift movement his hand was between her legs and cupping her pussy, leisurely grinding his palm against her. “Are you by chance amused by my remarkable lack of eloquence?”

“Ah…no,” she moaned, tilting her hips to give him better access. “Never.”

A moment later Sebastian maneuvered her against the silk-hung wall, dropped to his knees and leaned forward until his breath teased the tight blond thatch between her legs.

Grace sighed, her hips circling of their own volition in slow, blatant want.

“Good,” he rasped, his thumbs massaging her outer labia. “Glad to hear it, darling. Now, spread your thighs wide and show me that pretty cunt. I’m afraid we cannot go downstairs until you’ve come in my mouth, for the perfect finishing touch to this enchanting costume is your pussy and inner thighs all wet and glistening, and a spicy perfume of needs well met.”

Oh God.

As the tip of Sebastian’s tongue flicked her clit, her head fell back against the wall, and she threaded her fingers through his hair in preparation of the sweet onslaught. He was utterly focused as he held her labia apart and licked her, his tongue a hot, relentless arrow of exquisite pleasure as it alternately lashed her clit and plunged into her pussy.