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Breathless, she sighed, “Yes, my lord.”
His fingers slid along her entrance and she was wet. Dripping fucking wet. “You’re going to take my cock,” he said dark and gruff.
He undid the lace of his pants, silently cursing the historical accuracy of these costumes. Once free, he lined up the throbbing head of him at her entrance. “Lady Madison, are you ready to be punished for not wearing proper undergarments?”
He pressed a finger in. Her gasp was delicious. “Yes, Lord Alex.”
He slid his finger in and out, the sound of her arousal intoxicating. He worked her sweet juices all over his rock-hard shaft.
He never got her love of regency romance. But with his dick at her entrance, seconds from blowing, he was in. So, so in. “You’re going to take me all at once. Understand?”
Her word trembled from her lips. “Yes.”
In one heated thrust, he shoved in. Deep and hard, and so fucking good. “That’s it,” he uttered, forcing himself back and forth in the tightness. “Your tight little pussy is going to take me.” His pace hastened in the vice-grip of her walls. “Take more.”
Madison moaned. God, those sounds. Hot, breathy gasps. Slick arousal echoing in the air.
How much more can I take?
Alex slid a finger to her clit, circling it. “Fuck me, dirty little paramour.”
“Like this, my lord?” she asked innocently, rocking back, her rhythm matching his.
His eyes rolled back.So goddamned perfect. So…
“Fuck!” His restraint snapped free. A tidal wave of ecstasy slamming him into her until every ounce of him was spent—her body milking his as her own orgasm crashes against him.
And for a moment, it was nothing but heartbeats and breaths, kisses…and love.
Tenderly, he cleaned them each up, then ensured her costume was perfectly reset. She redid his pants, with a daydreamy smile on her face. “Paramour?” she asked cheekily.
Alex let out an exaggerated roll of his eyes, grinning slightly. “You scatter those books around like leaves in autumn. I might’ve gotten sucked into a chapter or two on how a Duke woos his damsel.”
Their smiles mirrored each other, lips inching closer for another shared moment, when the deafening blare of alarms reverberated through the house. “What’s that?”
His brow furrowed, Alex cracked the door open a fraction, the garish red glow of a state-of-the-art alarm system flickering in the corridor.
Sterling’s body was sprawled on the polished floor, motionless. “Stay here,” he commanded, urgency lacing his voice as he scanned the space.No window. Shit. “Lock the door as soon as I step out.”
Madison’s reply was a somber nod. “Just...be careful, Alex.”
Venturing into the hall, Alex knelt beside the butler’s lifeless body, checking his neck for a pulse.
Nothing. Sterling was gone.
He treaded cautiously towards the dining room where an alarming sight awaited him. Stassi was captive, a man’s gun pressing chillingly against her temple. Another intruder stood behind Jordan, face planted in the ruined soufflé.
Goddamnit. I told her not to eat the dessert. Carb-free, my ass.
A cold dread twisted through Alex’s gut as a man sauntered in the room, Glock in hand.
“Damian?”
A wry smile twisted across Damian’s face. “Good thing you fired me, Mr. Drake. It let me get back to my day job.” His held up a second gun—it was Jordan’s. “Sleeping Beauty won’t be needing this anymore.”
With Jordan out cold and a gun to his mother’s head, fighting would be risky. Even deadly. “What do you want?” Alex asked.
“Want?Hmm…” Cold and malicious, he glanced around the room. “For starters, I want to know where that pretty wife of yours is.”
