Page 16 of Cruel Dynasty

“It sounds like you don’t like him much,” I whispered, my thoughts already drifting from the royals and their problems.

“I don’t,” he confirmed, angling his mouth so I could nearly taste him. He pressed closer and I felt his hard cock nudging into my lower belly. My core tingled in anticipation of being alone with him. Our day-to-day was full of stolen moments like this, but I couldn’t help but feel on edge as we stood in the middle of the Belmond drawing room. Anyone could walk in and ruin the moment. We were never truly alone anywhere we went in London. A maid had even accidentally walked in on us in our suite at the Westminster Royal a few weeks ago.

“Iris is home,” I warned him. The warm spice of his cologne filled my nostrils. I wanted to bury my face into his chest and breathe him in. Spencer seemed to be having similar thoughts, because he bent and lifted me off my feet.

I suddenly didn’t care if we were in the drawing room. There was only him. I circled my legs around his waist, nestling myself against the hard length of his shaft. Spencer’s mouth captured mine, claiming it slowly. I opened to him, allowing his tongue to slide against mine. He sucked languidly for a moment until my hips began to rock with the pulse building inside me. I wanted him. I always wanted him. His mouth drew away but before I could complain his teeth caught my lower lip. He bit down gently and I moaned. Any lingering resistance melted away. I could only think of having him inside me.

“I need you,” I whispered, my hands digging into his broad shoulders.

“You have me.” There was a dangerous edge to his words that I guessed had something to do with Beatrice. Later, I’d ask him about their history. Now I just wanted him to prove what he claimed. That he belonged to me, even if it was only temporary.

I dipped a hand down, fumbling with his belt as he kissed me hungrily. I’d just unbuckled it when he placed me on my feet. Before I could protest, Spencer spun me around and bent me over the edge of the sofa Beatrice had sat on moments ago.

“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” he rasped as he shoved my skirt around my hips.

I bit my lower lip, stifling a cry of pleasure at the sound of his zipper being pulled down. A strong hand pinned my hip to the sofa arm and then I felt his tip breach my swollen sex. I pressed my mouth against my arm, afraid I wouldn’t be able to control my volume as he drove into me. I swallowed a sob as I stretched around him. He filled me, his cock pushing its way so deeply inside of me that it almost hurt.

“Do you know how distracted I am at the office?” he continued, a finger stroking along the crack of my ass. He grabbed my cheeks and pushed them open wider as if he wanted to see himself inside me. “All I can think about is being buried inside you. I think about this—about stroking in and out of your warm, tight pussy—until you come. That’s my favorite part. Do you know why?”

He thrust carefully, moving with slow deliberate motion as he spoke. I didn’t trust myself to speak, so I shook my head, not daring to move my mouth from the arm that smothered my whimpers.

“Because I love watching you unravel. I love how your greedy pussy drains every drop out of me. It’s all I can think about. I find myself thinking of new ways to undo you. New ways to fill you.” He plunged his cock until I felt his balls smack against my sex. Spencer leaned down, his strong body covering mine as he whispered in my ear. “I want to fill every part of you, even this.”

I felt his thumb press against the tight pucker of my ass. I tensed at the unexpected intrusion.

Spencer kissed my earlobe, pausing with his finger still in place. “I won’t hurt you. Just tell me to stop.”

“Don’t,” I gasped, willing my limbs to loosen under his body. “Don’t stop.”

“That’s my girl.” I heard the smile in his voice, which relaxed me even more. I’d pleased him and I would be rewarded. He massaged the spot, slowly increasing the pressure until he pushed inside me. I had to bite my arm to stop the unearthly pleasure clawing up my throat. Spencer kept his thumb there as he increased his pace. His cock slid into my heat and with each thrust, he coaxed his finger deeper. Pressure built with each stroke. My body tightened around him, waiting for the final release.But instead of bringing me to it with his cock, he paused with his erection rooted deep, and then he began to plunge his thumb instead.

I cracked open and spilled out. My body went limp save for the contractions of my pussy around him. I’d never experienced anything so intense in my life. Every atom of my being was centered on the point of my pleasure. After a moment, he began to move again, dragging his teeth across my shoulder as he grunted out his own climax. I felt it lash hot inside me. I never wanted it to end. I never wanted any of this to end. Maybe someday he wouldn’t want me anymore, but I was his for as long as he would have me—in any way he wanted me.

So, when he whispered in my ear, “Come to the country with me.”

I already knew my answer.

8

As I suspected, Hensley House was less of a house and more of a castle. It had taken nearly five hours for us to reach Yorkshire, mostly owing to a number of unplanned stops. Spencer wanted to show me some of his favorite spots, which had turned out to be an excuse to shag in every field we encountered. Not that I was complaining. By the time we pulled up the drive to Hensley, I was equal parts exhausted and content. Neither feeling lasted very long.

“What is he doing here?” Spencer’s angry question roused me from my daze. I followed his attention to a car parked in front of the entrance to the estate.

“Is that…?” But I already recognized Holden’s Land Rover. Apparently, we weren’t the only ones who’d decided to flee the city. “Did you know he would be here?”

“No,” Spencer said angrily, smacking his palm against the steering wheel, “but I shouldn’t be surprised. I’m sure that Beatrice invited him.”

“Then he can stay with her,” I suggested.

Spencer tossed a harassed look in my direction before shaking his head. “That’s an even worse idea. The two of them have history.”

“Oh.” I’d been tiptoeing around Spencer’s relationship with Beatrice since her unexpected visit. Why did it feel worse knowing Holden was also involved?

“He royally fucked her over—like he does to every woman he dates.”

“Really?” I couldn’t help being a little surprised. Fucking someone over implied more than casual sex and flings. Everything Spencer had told me about his brother suggested a rather laissez-faire attitude where feelings were concerned, at least when it came to women.

“He’s left a trail of devastation across the English landscape,” Spencer said bitterly. “You know how he is.”