What She Craves. Lacy Danes

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СКАЧАТЬ Fuck Rupert. He couldn’t blame her. He stared at the clearing where Rupert walked into the trees.

      “He’s gone.” His cock throbbed, longing for the slickness of her heat. He shifted and cringed. He would be sore after this. Bloody hell. Rupert would pay. He hadn’t held in a spend in years.

      “Hannah.” He reached out and cupped her face, trailing his thumb along the swollen lips of her mouth. “God, Hannah. This is too much like last time.”

      “I know.” She smiled. “I’m sorry, Kenny. I have to go. I have been away much too long.” She scrambled to her feet, her dark blue dress falling in a swoosh around her pale white legs.

      Grrr. Legs he had almost wrapped around his waist in blissful fucking.

      His cock throbbed again at the memory of her mouth sucking the very essence from him.

      “Kenny.” Her expression pained as she stared at his rampant erection. “I—”

      He clasped her waist and crushed her to him. His face buried in her breast, he inhaled the smell of her again.

      “I know, sweet. Go. I’ll be fine.”

      She pulled from his arms, turned, lifted her skirts, and ran off in the opposite direction from Rupert. He watched her go as she darted into the trees.

      Hannah. He knew she was married. His muscles clenched. She was no virgin, and Lady Hannah would never have given that up without a vow. But who was she married to?

      Bloody hell, she was on her way home to a man who would have every right to fuck her as she walked in the door. A growl ripped from his throat. The thought of another man sinking his cock into her after…Shit. Shit! His fists clenched.

      He couldn’t let her go now that he found her, husband or no. He would bed her. And what would bring her to him? The masque. The party Rupert and he worked so hard to pull together. Rupert would know who she was; he knew every woman in the vicinity. Surging to his feet, he picked up his coats, tucked his cock in, and headed to the manor. He would send her an invite, and sweet Hannah would be too curious not to come.

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      Anticipation

      Mr. Rupert Roland and Friends Invite

       Mrs. Hannah Rosworth to Attend a Masked Evening of Beauty and Sexual Intrigue This Thursday at Nine in the Evening. Costumes are required but please leave all proper clothing and morals at the door.

       Mr. Rupert Roland

      No respectable lady would consider attending this event. Hannah’s hands shook, clutching the invite as she ascended the stairs to the great manor. She didn’t care. Society didn’t see her as proper. She was an outcast. It didn’t matter that her father raised her to be a proper wife. A lady by all standards. They saw her through suspicious eyes. Eyes that condemned her the moment Simon died and no one but her was there to blame. This was her chance to mingle with those in society who had somehow gained the ton’s scorn.

      The event appeared a normal masque. No naked men stood on the stoop. No strange erotic decorations. But she didn’t know what she had expected.

      The guests arrived wearing heavy cloaks and masks. The footmen all dressed in the Brummelton livery of red and black. Not a hint of human flesh anywhere. She frowned with disappointment. Inside would be different.

      A line of guests at the top of the steps brought her to a halt. How odd. Only one guest or couple entered the manor at a time; then the door would close, reopening after a few moments, allowing the next guest to enter.

      Her heart pounded. What lay behind those doors was not a normal masquerade but a sexual one. She gulped. She would enter next into the world of the erotic unknown. Her stomach fluttered and she smiled. Tonight she would learn more than she ever thought possible, with a man she’d thought she’d never see again in her life.

      The door opened. She hesitated. Go on, you ninny. Straightening her shoulders, she stepped into a small entry hall, and the doors closed behind her. A single candle lit the small space. Blast, she could barely see.

      “Good evening.” A man with dingy hair came out of the shadows. She jumped and gooseflesh pricked her skin.

      His cheeks were sunken, and he held out a crooked hand. “Your cloak.”

      Goodness, he looked dead. His gnarled knuckles clutched the air as he waited for her to turn. He is not about to hurt you. Give him your cloak. Relax. He is just the butler.

      She glanced around the enclosed entrance. No one else resided in the room. Shadows played across the floor, and her knees trembled. Think about Kenny. You will be with him soon.

      With shaking hands, she untied the ribbons that held her cloak together. The butler’s bony fingers dug into her shoulders as he lifted the warmth from her body. Ouch. Kenny’s brown eyes…Kenny’s beautiful behind…yes, that’s it, relax.

      Maybe this was not the kind of party she thought. No. Just foolishness. Nothing bad could happen to her here. Moreover, she did just see others enter the house. She would not be alone with this strange man for more than a few ticks of the clock.

      Shivers went through her body as she stood in a short robe that just skimmed the tops of her stockings. She had searched for hours for an acceptable costume and decided to shorten her Grecian robe and wear a white feather mask. She stood here as Artemis, the Greek goddess of the hunt.

      Though Artemis was not particularly pretty, she was strong, and Hannah needed that boldness. Especially now, as she stood alone with the Brummeltons’ eerie butler. Dressed as such a powerful woman made it easier to play the role, to be the huntress, and learn all she could from this event. She hoped Kenny liked the costume. Her hands ran down her curves.

      “Your invite?” the man said, and her heart pounded.

      Blast it, Hannah, there is nothing to be afraid of. Kenny and Mr. Roland were decent, though a bit wicked.

      Wickedness.

      She came to learn to be wicked, to pleasure a man. Kenny’s groan as he spilled his seed into her mouth filtered through her mind and she grinned. Without a doubt she would do that again.

      She held out the invite, and his bony hands grasped the paper. Smiling, he revealed a mouth with two teeth. Hannah grimaced. Who would hire such a butler? She quelled the urge to flee. Just a few more moments and she would be out of his presence and in Kenny’s arms.

      “This way.” He turned and walked to the door that led to the rest of the house. Hannah held her breath, eager to see what lay behind those doors. In her mind, a line of naked men and women waited to pick a partner for the night, and as she entered the hall, Kenny would claim her, wrapping his strong arms about her as she squeezed him tight. Her muscles trembled.

      The door opened and deep blackness stood beyond. Not one single candle. How odd. Her shoulders tensed. This wasn’t right. She peeked through the door. At the end of the corridor, golden light streamed into the darkness like a ray of sun illuminating the tiles.

      “Where is everyone?” She frowned. There were no naked men. There was no Kenny. Her heart sank to the soles of her feet.

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