Page 30 of Surrender to Sin

“Oh God,” Grace moaned, writhing as delicious sensation built and built, but she couldn’t escape it, not when Sebastian’s hands on her breasts, his powerful body behind her, allowed no movement.

“More, captive,” ordered Sebastian, as he stopped massaging and started pinching her tender nipples. “Shove that tongue deep in the princess’s cunt. Yes, that’s it. Again. Again! Good.”

The duchess made a sobbing sound, and Grace glanced down in alarm, until she saw the ecstasy on the woman’s face, the way she’d delved into the front flap of her breeches to stroke herself. Overcome, Grace orgasmed with an abandoned scream, the other woman’s pleasure, that skilled tongue in her pussy, the rough pinches of her nipples, sending her over the edge.

Grace sagged against Sebastian. He nuzzled her neck then stilled.

“Baxter’s here,” he breathed in her ear. “Back row tiered seating, to the left. Only person not dressed for the occasion, and looking rather murderous.”

“Do remember to give him a wave,” she murmured back, as he nudged her forward until she balanced on her elbows and knees. Then he lifted the muslin fabric until it draped over her back, baring her bottom entirely.

“Now, captive,” said Sebastian in the loudest, harshest voice she’d ever heard him use. “Lie down in front of the princess and spread your legs wide. She’s going to return the favor.”

It was the strangest thing in the world to have another woman’s pussy so close, but fascinating, too. Carefully spreading the duchess’s tight red curls and pale brown labia with her fingertips, Grace lowered her head and tentatively licked the silken wet flesh.

Sweet heaven. She tasted good.

Firming her tongue as best she could, Grace dragged it along the woman’s slit, then pushed it inside her. The duchess’s cried out as she writhed and ground her soaked pussy into Grace’s face, coating her lips and chin with moisture. Pleased, she licked even harder.

A low growl was the only warning she had, as Sebastian gripped her hips and thrust his engorged cock all the way into her pussy. From this angle he felt even longer and thicker than usual, and as the momentum shoved her forward, forcing her tongue deeper into the duchess’s spicy heat, Grace moaned at the bliss of pleasuring another while being so expertly plundered from behind. The duchess climaxed first, triggering another powerful orgasm for Grace. As delicious, endless spasms wracked her whole body and made her scream, Sebastian thrust brutally deep then pulled out, and she felt the warmth of his thick seed coat her lower back.

Exhausted and boneless, she wanted to curl up and rest. But now was the moment to free herself from an unwanted destiny forever. Taking Sebastian’s outstretched hand, Grace rose to her feet and climbed up onto the first rung of the pirate ship railing, giving the audience a clear view of her sated smile and well-pleasured body.

Then she searched the crowd until she found Lord Baxter.

And tore off her mask.

Shocked gasps echoed around the ballroom, swiftly followed by the dull roar of confused, incredulous, and fascinated patrons as they grasped the rebellion of the act. Several hundred pairs of eyes stared in hunger, waiting, gleefully anticipating an angry melee the likes of which they’d never seen.

Instead, a man at the front got to his feet, lifting his mask for a moment to give her a wink. Prinny! “Jolly fine show, my dear Grace,” the prince bellowed, applauding. “Jolly fine indeed!”

Seconds later the entire audience joined in, the clapping and cheering and whistling thunderous enough to shake the foundations of Fallen.

Laughing, she waved, then turned and kissed Sebastian fiercely on the mouth. “Thank you, my love,” she said, nearly having to shout as the applause grew louder.

“Ladies and gentlemen, Grace Carrington!” called Lord Vissen, as he appeared beside her, curving a hand under her arm and assisting her down from the railing. “Now, the princess is going to briefly rest in my cabin, but she will be back to greet you later. Isn’t she a talented, bold, and very wicked lady?”

The crowd roared, and she bobbed a quick curtsy before two footmen escorted her to a small, darkened cabin at the stern of the ship. Temporarily alone while she waited for Sebastian, she took a deep breath, wanting to twirl and shriek with disbelief at what she’d just done. And yet she had no regrets. Not one.

“Lady Carrington.”

Grace froze, every tiny hair on the back of her neck rising both at the words, and the cold hatred in the tone. Taking a deep breath, she turned around.

“Lord Baxter. How did you get in here?”

“It is madness out there,” he said, his pale blue eyes fixed on her through his mask, and entire body still apart from a long jet and gold cane swinging from one hand. “And I did have to attend to a footman in the hallway. But here I am.”

“To end our engagement? Excellent. About time.”

As if she hadn’t spoken, he gazed around the small room. “You know, I didn’t believe Vissen’s note at first. After my warning at the fundraiser, I felt sure you would conduct yourself in the manner I expect. Yet here you are, nearly naked, sticky with another man’s leavings. And a woman’s, for that matter. You enjoyed yourself out there.”

“Every second,” Grace spat, but regretted her lapse in calm when the cane whipped down in a lightning fast movement and sharp, burning pain flashed along her upper arm. “And every second in future I won’t see you. There will be no marriage now, this tale will be told and retold across the country for days to come.”

Lord Baxter smiled like a viper might, and before she could flee, a blow to the abdomen left her doubled over. “Indeed. While it grieves me to lose your bloodline and close connection to a duke and a bishop, my wife must be a madonna, not a whore. And you insulted me several times with your willful depravity, a slight I cannot allow. So we will take a little trip, you and I, and I will show you where whores belong.”

“No!” she yelled, stumbling for the door. But he grabbed a handful of her hair, twisting her around, and vicious pain exploded across the side of her head.

Nauseating, suffocating darkness enveloped her, and she knew no more.