The Red(70)

But she refused to enjoy it.

Spencer lips moved over hers with surprising softness that left her breathless and warm. His tongue darted out from his mouth and licked the bow of her bottom lip. It shocked her into opening her mouth and the second she did, his tongue slipped inside. His mouth was hot against her and insistent. Every time his tongue touched hers, a current of pure erotic electricity shot through her body and into her loins. She tried to hate him and hate the kiss and hate what was happening to her, and perhaps she would have had she never known and loved Malcolm. But he'd trained her to submit to the lusts of powerful men. Trained her to do it and trained her to like it. No, not to like it. He'd trained her to love it. She hated Spencer, this arrogant Earl who acted as if he already owned her. But she couldn't hate his kisses, try as she might. God help her, she might even love them.

Spencer reached into her blouse and slid his hand under the lace cup of her bra. He found her nipple and pinched it lightly. She flinched and her nipple hardened instantly. Spencer chuckled softly at her arousal and she tried to push away from him again.

"Oh no, you're not going anywhere," he said, pinching the nipple again, harder this time. She struggled against him again but Spencer was far too strong. He pushed the lace cup down, baring her breast. She stilled in his inescapable grasp. He looked down at her breast, caressed the soft flesh and smiled. He lowered his head and licked her nipple before taking it into his hot mouth.

Mona's head fell back in ecstasy but Spencer caught her and held her against his shoulder. As he suckled her breast, he slid his hand under her skirt, found the edge of her black panties and pulled them down. He brought his hand between her thighs, cupped her sex, and inserted a finger into her. He moaned softly against her body. She was wet inside and burning hot. He pushed a second finger in, a third, and all the way up to the knuckles. He fucked her with his hand as he sucked her nipple and there was nothing she could do but take it. He was going to make her orgasm, force her to orgasm. She didn't want to, she didn't. Once she did she would be his, all his, forever his.




 

 

"The things I will do to you … " he murmured against her skin.

"What things?"

"I'll keep you a naked slave chained to my bed. I'll show off your cunt to every man who crosses the threshold of my house so they can see my prized possession and envy me. I will fuck beautiful women in front of you and send them home right after, still dripping my seed, so you will know that I can have any girl I want but you, you'll be the only one I'll keep. I will tie you to the dining room table and drink my wine out of you. I'll let my dearest friends bend you over the billiard table and fuck your pussy and ass while I sit in my favorite club chair, sipping Scotch and watching you writhe for my entertainment. Then later when I'm fucking you in our bed, you will tell me in exquisite detail how much you prefer my cock to theirs. You're a magnificent whore and I will wrap you around my cock every day for the rest of your life … "

Mona couldn't hold back anymore. She came with a cry, muscles going wild all around Spencer's fingers buried deep inside her. He swore violently as she came, seemingly shocked by the force of her orgasm. Slowly her eyes opened and she looked at him, blinking and spent.

"Scotland," she said. "Let's be married in Scotland."

Her mother would have approved this match.

"Lovely little girl," Spencer said, smiling. "Though it'll kill me, I won't stick my cock in you until after the ceremony if only so we can tell our children someday how their mother and father waited till marriage. They won't need to know I kidnapped you and forced you to marry me the day we met."

"Our little secret," she said. She would never tell Spencer they'd met once before, made love once before. To him it was nothing but a dream, but she knew. She and Malcolm knew. Their little secret …

"You're going to make me a marvelous countess, I can already tell," he said, tenderly caressing her swollen clitoris under her skirt. "A fine lady by day, a better whore by night. My whore."

"Your whore," she said, sighing. Spencer kissed her again and she let him. Why not? She was his now and always would be. This is what Malcolm planned, this is what he wanted to bring about, and in a day or two it would be done. Malcolm wanted her to have his heir, he had said, and now she would indeed have his heir-she would have Spencer for a husband and Spencer would have her for his lover and his slave. She would have Spencer's children, the next heirs. And Mona, the whore, would reign as the Countess of Godwick.

From inside his frame, the portrait of Malcolm smiled.