Tasmina Perry 3-Book Collection: Daddy’s Girls, Gold Diggers, Original Sin. Tasmina Perry

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      Camilla Balcon felt the enormous rush of orgasm wash over her and bit her lip to muffle her moans of desire. Even so, the sound of sexual climax still filled the room as Nat Montague thrust deep inside her one last time, shouting out with pleasure as he collapsed onto his girlfriend’s naked breast.

      ‘Will you please be quiet,’ hissed Camilla, pushing him away until his cock slid gently from inside her. She had felt a real illicit thrill when Nat had grabbed her on the four-poster bed as she had shown him around her old room in the east wing of Huntsford Castle, but now Camilla was annoyed that she’d allowed him to seduce her. It was the only time she ever lost her poise. Nat wasn’t to be so easily brushed off, however, lowering his head to seek out her hard, round, raisin-like nipple with his tongue.

      ‘Scared someone will hear us?’ he teased, kissing his way down her long slender body.

      Nathaniel Montague, one of London’s most eligible bachelors, had bedded half the models and society girls in the capital, but Camilla Balcon was something else. Her honey-blonde hair, usually held up in a prim ballerina bun, was now spread wantonly across the pillow, surrounding an angular but striking face still flushed from her pleasure. He loved her contradictions, the way Camilla was outwardly a severe, upright career woman but in bed was bold, hungry and passionate. Many times he had met her after work in Lincoln’s Inn, just to seduce her in the close confines of her legal chambers, tearing off her starched suit and taking her across her wide desk, papers and files flying. He felt his groin stir at the thought and reached for Camilla again, a sly grin on his face, but Camilla slapped his hand away.

      ‘No, Nat. We’re supposed to be downstairs for dinner in ten minutes and I want to take a bath,’ she said, her lily-white buttocks perched on the end of the bed, ready to leave. ‘Do you want to use the shower room next door?’

      Nat wrapped his chunky rugby player’s arm around her waist and pulled her back. ‘Why don’t we just go down reeking of sex?’ he whispered into her ear. She pulled away and threw a white fluffy robe at his head.

      ‘Go down smelling of sex?’ She laughed harshly at the suggestion. ‘Daddy would just love that!’

      ‘I thought you didn’t care what he thought,’ said Nat, his ardour finally cooled.

      ‘I don’t, but you know how the slightest thing can set him off.’

      Sighing, Nat bounced off the bed, pulled on the robe and made for the door, rubbing himself against Camilla’s naked body as he passed her. ‘You’ll be begging me for it later, baby, you know you will,’ he smirked.

      As Nat’s footsteps faded away down the polished wood of the hallway, Camilla walked over to the claw-foot bath and slid one leg into the water that had now gone cool. The bathroom was dark, lit only by two candles that sent an eerie shadow of her naked body dancing up the rich red paintwork.

      I thought you didn’t care what he thought?

      She sunk down into the tepid water and soaped her skin vigorously, irritated by Nat’s observation. If Nat was so right about her ambivalent feelings towards her father, why was she here? She was almost thirty, a strong, intelligent, independent woman, old and wise enough to recognize that she despised her father’s company. Unlike her sisters Venetia and Cate, who seemed to feel obliged to visit Huntsford no matter how bad Daddy’s behaviour became, Camilla Balcon was ambitious, ruthless, tough – that’s how she’d been described in a recent Legal Week article – and, as one of the most feared young barristers in London, the word ‘sentimental’ didn’t even enter into her vocabulary. As far as Camilla was concerned, the only positive thing her father had given her was a desire to get away from his crumbling castle and the drive to succeed in spite of what he had done to her – to all the girls – when they’d lived under this godforsaken roof.

      So what did bring her back? And why was she feeling so on edge? Of course, СКАЧАТЬ