Red Cloak of Abandon (11 page)

blackmailing had possibilities? Affinity sighed again as her eyes closed

and she let her thoughts float freely through her vivid imagination.

Click . . .

The French door was open, and the room beyond was dark, but not

so dark that it only took a few moments for Law’s eyes to adjust. His

cock was hard and beating a heavy timbre in his skin-tight riding breech-

es. The erotic quality of the moment was whirling around him, nagging

him incessantly. But he needed to act decisively, even though everything

about this was horribly improper, nearly criminal. However, Affinity

Redgrift had set the stage, not him, so he let his anger rise to the forefront,

overriding his moral unrest, and then he strode forward to the bed and his

victim.

He was unclear as to exactly what his next action would be. Perhaps

to pounce, certainly to cover Affinity’s mouth and capture her wrists,

holding her prisoner to his voice and commands. However, he was

instantly pulled up short, to a jerking halt in his stride at the end of her

bed, by the sight that met him.

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Lord
, she was naked . . . naked splendor with her waist, hips, curving

legs, and her
cunt
exposed. A tufted mound, bared to his view. Lady

Affinity Redgrift lay tumbled on top of her bed, not beneath the covers,

with a filmy white nightgown rustled upward and lying just underneath

her breasts. Her lower half was nude and beside her lay a large black

artificial penis.
Godemiché
, he had heard the prostitutes call them, and

suddenly Law realized that his hand was stretched outward to her. His

fingers reaching toward the moist pearly slit of her sex as his body was

bending.

He nearly stopped himself for his folly, for the complete wrongness

of what he wanted to do. That was only one split moment of sanity in the

drenching lust pounding through his body. That devil-lust that said she

was asking for it. She was not like other woman, but a sexual creature of

need. No logic or sanity would serve him in this moment of avid need.

She had touched his seeping tumid slit. She had dipped her finger in the

seed oozing from that slit, and now he would finger her wet puffy cleft.

The pillowed tops of her cunt were outlined with soft brown-shaded

ringlets. The curls were backdrops for the beckoning cleft, and his finger

met the delicate hair, then the tender wet flesh beneath.
Wetness.

Oh God
, it clung to his finger as he traced the hot cleft of Affinity’s

cunt from deep below, up to the very top. Sweat beaded on his upper lip

as the top of his gaze caught sight of the quivering satin flesh of

Affinity’s belly. Instantly, his gaze raised with his finger still seated on

the tender lips of Affinity’s pussy. Their gazes collided. He could not tell

the color of her eyes other than the darkness and arousal clinging deeply

within them.

“Law,”
she beckoned softly, not fearful or alarmed, but husky

sounding with desire.

Then his cock made his finger move, dipping down once more and

stroking over the quivering petals of her cunt.
Lord,
she was the most

desirable thing he had ever envisioned and he watched her face, seeing it

for the first time, as it molded in pleasure. A pleasure beyond her control,

because she was a slave to it as he was. She was ready for him, laying

needy and wanting. She must have fallen asleep that way, and his every

finger petting of her cunt moved her body to his rhythm.

Her moans escaped, tripping from her throat in the dark shadows of

the room. She was soft and helpless with need, and begging him with her

gaze. Her hips undulated upward as her thighs quivered open, baring her

soul to him. The carnal eroticism of the big black cock laying next to her

pale woman’s body raped his senses.

“Taking your woman’s sex into your mouth and tasting the heat of

it,” Affinity murmured with enticement, command, and pleading all in

her sensual purring.

“Lord,
you wicked vixen,” Law rasped with a husky growling in his

voice. She used his own words to enslave him. But his fingers were

prisoners in her cunt.

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“Feeling the pinpoint throbs,” she moaned. “And the deep inner

flesh leaving wetness on your mouth from the musky lips or deeper,” she

moaned again, and it was to the lust throbbing in his body.

Then, Law did growl as the meaning of
his
words, but her voice,

thrashed his senses and he came up onto the bed, gripping her thighs now

and tugging them apart. He split her femininity open to his gaze. “I

should
thrash
you,” he uttered harshly. “I should turn your ass up and

whip it. Not . . . !”

“I am defenseless beneath you,” Affinity cried passionately. “I beg

you. I will give you anything. I beg you!” she mewled with her body

shaking in need.

The scent of her lust clung to his nostrils and wormed through his

veins. The sight of her cunt forced open to his gaze, began leaking seed

out of the slit of his cock in throbs, straining his breeches. Her clit jutted

upward, swollen and rosy, and the words “love button” fevered his

senses. His hands had wills of their own as they tugged her toward him

bouncing her buttocks and breasts, while his head lowered. He was

insane in that moment for even considering doing what he would do,

what he
had to
do, and what the woman beneath him was begging him to

do.

Affinity cried out, clutching Law’s thick hair sluicing between her

fingers as the heat of his mouth branded her. His lips followed his hot

breath, kissing her tender flesh as nothing had ever caressed her before.

She could believe nothing else. She could be nothing else
,
as her

desire soared beyond any of her imaginings, and Law’s voice growled

with a sound of triumph and pleasure against her pussy lips. Her hips

bowed upward as she gasped, and then he rucked her legs up over his

shoulders. His hands grasped the cheeks of her buttocks, groping each as

his tongue lapped deeply, between her smoldering pussy lips.

She panted, nearly screaming as she stuffed her fist into her mouth,

and then Law lapped her clitoris with the flat of his tongue. Her entire

body jolted in bliss and Law growled again answering her reaction. He

drank on her clitoris as if he were parched and her hips began to rock in

a frantic rhythm. It was as though he wanted to smear her essence on his

mouth, and the tip of his tongue tortured pleasure again and again over

her clit.

He would never get enough of this.
Never! It was the life blood of

any male, licking his woman’s sex, readying her, taking her beneath him,

smelling and tasting her desire for him. Law had to hold Affinity down

to his licking, because her hips were so wildly wanting to move. But she

was his in this moment.
Completely
his . . . and he had never felt such

power. Then, he took her fully with his tongue, thrusting it deep inside

her vagina, while his upper lip covered her clit. Her curving and plush

body arced upward beneath him, sliding his tongue deeper into her hot

sheath, a sheath that leaked musky juices on his face and clutched in

quivers around his tongue.

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Lord!
Nothing had ever ravaged him this deeply before. This was

perfection! This was ecstasy. This was blinding uncontrollable need. And

he did it again. He lapped his tongue from her sheath, and then plunged

it inward once more. Affinity jolted beneath him with an elongated moan

that he knew was a scream muffled beneath her fist.

It was then that he felt on his tongue and mouth, what his cock had

only felt before.
A woman’s climax
. Affinity’s thighs clamped against his

face as her pussy throbbed ecstatically over his tongue. He could feel the

bliss-filled torture of it and it ran through his body like wild fire. It hit

his cock like a ram and suddenly out of nowhere he ejaculated. The

rapture of it slammed into him, bowing his body as he voraciously drank

Affinity’s climax into his mouth and against his tongue. His cock bucked

in his tight breeches and threw seed again, tearing a groan from his throat.

Still, he held Affinity’s cunt to his mouth with his body rigid, least

he fall over, and he felt the last throes of her climax thrash against his

mouth. He could barely breathe or think for several moments, but his first

coherent thought was that he wanted to do it again.

How could a man ever be the same after something like this and for

the first true time in his life, he understood the lure of prostitutes.

Something as powerful as he had just experienced could obsess anyone

into a lifetime pursuit. And, he did not think that proper English ladies,

the married wives of noblemen, would ever consider anything so earthy

in their beds. He now knew some of the reasons his fellow noblemen

sought mistresses so heartily.

But Affinity had.
Affinity, who had to be a virgin, she, a young miss

in her first London season, husband hunting. He knew that because he

had inquired about her, and all single young women within her age group

were. But now, he was not thinking as much with his cock as he had all

week, and his anger had never been abated, only side tracked. Law

looked at Affinity’s naked body with her legs thrown up over his shoul-

ders and his mouth still seated to her pussy. Now was not the time for

regrets or recrimination, because he had a vexing and completely unnat-

ural woman, at her most vulnerable.

His tongue rasped leaving her sheath, then bringing her juices onto

the roof of his mouth. He was marked with her scent and taste, and he

was also vulnerable, however, he was stronger than she. She was soft and

pliable, nearly fainted in the aftermath of pleasure, as he lowered her

buttocks to the bed. Her legs fell down to the crook of his arms and the

position brought them full-circle. He clothed, shielded now and stronger,

while she lay naked and open before him. The trust in that tried to cool

his anger and determination, yet he thrust that aside. Questions had to be

answered and motives needed to be revealed.

“Your pleasure,” Affinity whispered, clasping her hand over his

hands where he held her bare hips. She started to lift her body upright

with her words. “I want to give you as much pleasure as you have given

me.”

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“I
see.
Would
you like me to
take
your virginity so that you could

plot to ensnare me into marriage?” Law accused her harshly, dragging

Affinity down onto the bed again with his hands clamped over her wrists.

He tugged her wrists over her head with the weight of his body

cradled between her bare thighs, as she cried softly, “No, that is not my

intention!”

He glared down at her noticing her crooked front tooth and the light

freckles across her nose. Lady Affinity Redgrift was a terrible liar, it

shown straight through her hazel eyes sprinkled with gold flecks. Her

long brown hair fanned out on the bed around them as she looked up at

him seriously. “I would want no one that did not want me. I just—I just

wanted to investigate the possibility.”

“These events are absurd for a lady,” Law accused.

Affinity huffed with telltale tears shining in her eyes. “I am original

or trying to be and I would
never
try to ensnare you with the taking of my

virginity!”

“And my proof lies here?” Law asked roughly, as he humped his

hips against her.

“Oh,”
Affinity gasped, and if it was from what he said or the feel,

he was unsure. “I swear I would never
ensnare
you and I would put it to

paper vowing it. I simply find you attractive, besides, I won’t let you take

my virginity!”

Law snorted. The woman was completely mad, yet her voluptuous

body moving beneath his was waking his cock again. Incredible! “So all

this is simply because you find me attractive? You pry like a criminal into

my life, break into my home, steal my possessions . . . And this is

supposed to endear me to you?”

Affinity gasped, biting her bottom lip with that endearing crooked

tooth of hers, and then she blurted, “Well you are here and-and, I want to

do it again!”

“Lord.”
Law swore, just as he pushed his body forcefully upward,

releasing Affinity’s wrists. Then, he shoved upright off the bed. If he

stayed in that position any longer he would be “doing it” again as Affinity

put it.

Affinity came upright in the bed as he landed on his feet beside it and

as she did so the nightgown’s exposure traded places. The filmy white

material fell down over her hips, but the top with its loose collar slid