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Instead, she heard the wordyesleave her lips.
Not just yes, butyes, please.
It seemed her permission was all the encouragement Alaric needed to unleash a fury of passion that was even more devastating than their lovemaking the previous night.
Within seconds, Grace had reached a climax that ripped through her whole body in wave after wave of pleasure.
“One,” Alaric murmured.
Grace heard him, but had no time to think what he meant by it as she once again became lost in the pleasure of Alaric’s lips and tongue as he licked and devoured her aroused flesh.
She cried out at the power of her second release when Alaric first bit and then sucked hard on her swollen nubbin.
“Two.”
“I do not— Alaric!” she groaned, and then screamed when a third climax quickly followed the second.
“Three,” he murmured his satisfaction.
Grace suddenly suspected what he was doing. That this assault on her senses was the consequence for her having previously lied to him and then refusing to answer any more of his questions.
“Answer me, Grace. Tell me why Redding has set you up as his mistress but has not taken your body.”
She shook her head. “I do not believe that is what he has done.”
“To all intents and purposes, he has.”
“I cannot say why—”
“You will,” Alaric vowed as he pulled down the top of her unfastened gown to free her breasts.
He immediately sucked one of her engorged nipples into the heat of his mouth, his tongue a rough rasp against that responsive flesh, one of his hands moving unerringly between her thighs to rub and stroke until pleasure once more held her tightly in its grip.
“Alaric, please stop!” she begged as she tried to dislodge the pleasure of both his mouth and hand. “I cannot. Not again,” she sobbed as she felt yet another climax ripping her apart.
“Tell me,” Alaric demanded fiercely. “I will not stop until you do.”
Grace became lost in a fever of unrelenting pleasure as Alaric caressed and squeezed and bit her as he gave her climax after climax after climax. He no longer bothered to count them.
That onslaught continued until that fever of pleasure became so painful, Grace knew she could not withstand another one.
“Alaric, please! Please, youmuststop!” She was sobbing in earnest now.
He raised his head, his eyes glittering darkly, his swollen lips slick with her juices. “Then answer me,” he demanded again. “Answer me, damn you.”
Hot tears streamed down her cheeks as she cried out, “George is my brother!”
CHAPTERTWELVE
Alaric fell back into the chair behind him, totally stunned.
Grace avoided looking at him as she pulled her skirts down over her naked thighs before sitting up to stand on shaky feet and collect her discarded drawers.
Alaric couldn’t think of a single argument he might voice to prevent Grace from leaving as she hurried across the room to unlock the door and then disappeared down the hallway in a flurry of cotton skirts.
He heard no opening or closing of the front door of the house, leading him to believe Grace must have gone upstairs to his bedchamber. No doubt with the intention of packing her portmanteau before demanding she be taken back to London.
Alaric was too befuddled still by what he had learned to attempt to stop her.
