Cheryl Holt [Fantasy 02] Forbidden Fantasy (epub)

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.The upper half of her body was naked, the bottom half concealed by quilts, but Caroline suspected she was naked down below, as well.As a sheltered spinster, who'd waited through her prime for John to proceed with their wedding, she had few clues as to what adult men and women did when they were alone.Her stoic, straitlaced mother, Britannia, should have been the person to provide the necessary details, but she'd never divulged any specifics, and Caroline would have died before inquiring.She and her mother had never gotten along, and often Britannia was so unpleasant that Caroline wondered if her mother hated her.Their conversations were stilted, awkward affairs, filled with chastisement and reprimand.As to the topic of amour, if Britannia alluded to it at all, it was to hint at beastly masculine drives that could only be satisfied by females of the lower classes, but the cryptic comments shed no light on the subject.What—precisely—were the foul activities that men relished? Caroline was so anxious to know.When she and her mother were so different, Caroline was positive that if it was something Britannia abhorred, Caroline would probably like it very much.She'd been kissed exactly once—by Ian—and she wasn't sorry.It had occurred at John's Wakefield estate.She'd been depressed about John's refusal to wed, and she'd been unable to sleep and wandering the halls.Ian had been doing the same.Not only had he kissed her, but he'd touched her all over.Even now, these many months later, she still quivered with excitement whenever she recollected how splendid he'd made her feel.With the slightest encouragement, she'd jump at the chance to engage in a similar scandalous pursuit.Over on the bed, his lover was on her knees and straddling his lap.She arched her back, the motion thrusting her bosom up and out, and Ian clasped her breasts, his thumbs grazing her nipples.Caroline's own nipples responded, but she wasn't surprised.On that one, improvident occasion, Ian had caressed them, so she was aware of how sensitive the taut nubs could be.They throbbed in a rhythm with her pulse, rubbing her corset in a fashion that was disturbing.She was breathless with anticipation, as if Ian were massaging her instead of his partner.He eased the woman forward and—stunning Caroline to her very core—he wrapped his lips around the rosy tip and suckled like a babe.The woman purred and cooed, savoring the indecent gesture.Caroline was transfixed, the mysterious feminine spot between her legs growing relaxed and wet.In agony, she stuffed a knuckle in her mouth and bit down, stifling a groan of astonishment.Oh, how would she ever look him in the eye now that she'd seen his lips on that.that.?She shook her head in disgust, once again eager to sneak away, when Mr.Romsey piped up from inside the room.He was watching them? They didn't care? How sordid! How peculiar!"Are you finally awake?" he queried."Barely," Ian replied.His lover chuckled in a sultry way and chimed in, "I can vouch for the fact that he's very, very awake."She glided her hips across Ian's loins, and she leaned over, so that she was facing in Mr.Romsey's direction—and Caroline's, too—and Caroline instantly recognized her.Rebecca Blake! The notorious, lethal Black Widow!She was beautiful and young—only twenty—and she'd already buried three husbands.This shrew, this vulture, this.this.murderess was who Ian had chosen to slake his manly lusts?Caroline was amazed that he was alive and possessed of sufficient vigor to misbehave.But then, she uncharitably mused, he isn't married to her.She likes to kill after she's wed.Not before.Mrs.Blake grinned toward Mr.Romsey, like the cat that had swallowed the canary.She braced an arm behind her neck, and ran a hand down her front, seeming to taunt him with what he couldn't have.At the indiscreet pose, Ian scowled."Don't tease the lad.""But it's so entertaining," she pouted."It's all right," Mr.Romsey claimed."She can preen all she wants.I'm not interested in what she has to offer.""Liar," Mrs.Blake bristled."Ooh," Mr.Romsey mocked, "such a tiny woman, such an enormous temper."She frowned, as if contemplating assault, but Ian grabbed her by the waist to keep her from lunging."Enough!" he scolded, and he pushed Mrs.Blake to the side and sat up, moaning and clutching his scalp."I have the worst hangover in history.If I'm forced to listen to you two bickering, I'll have to go out in the alley and shoot myself.""He started it," Mrs.Blake complained."Enough!" Ian repeated, shouting this time, which had him moaning even louder."You two make me feel like I'm your nanny." He flopped onto the pillow and peered over at Romsey."What do you want?""You have a visitor.""Who?""I'm sure the lady in question would rather I not reveal her identify to your.friend.""A lady!" Mrs.Blake interjected."Who would dare call on you? Everyone ought to know better.Have you a secret paramour?""Are you serious? You constantly wear me out.How could I have the stamina for anyone else?""Good.If you were cheating on me, I'd have to kill you—which would be such a waste." She stroked Ian's chest, but he was irritated, and he shoved her hand away."Cease your games," Ian snapped at Mr.Romsey, "and just fucking tell me who it is."Caroline was shocked by his rough language.She'd never previously heard the term, and was confused as to its definition, but she was certain it was an epithet.What had happened to him?In the years she'd known him, he'd been restrained, cultured, and refined.Yet now, he was drinking to excess, consorting with dubious characters, and using profanity [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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