Brooks was handsome, but his presence did not stir her. In fact, Mr. Landon’s presence had failed to stir her the last time they had met. It seemed she was only stirred by one man these days—Evan.
Still, her sights were set on Mr. Landon. His fortune was greater than most peers in England, and he had businesses all over the world. With him, she could travel, see everything the world had to offer, experience life to its fullest. The title meant nothing to her. Her mother had possessed a title—the Countess of Longarry—and what had that title gotten her? A life of abuse and near poverty. No, Ally cared not about title.
For a moment, she considered the fate of her cousin Rose. Rose had fallen in love with a commoner, Cameron Price, and had been ready to live with him as his peasant wife. However, fate had intervened when Cameron found out that he was the grandson of the Marquess of Denbigh. Now the Earl of Thornton and heir to the Denbigh Marquessate, Cameron, while by far not the richest peer in England, was well enough to do, and Rose would never have to live as a peasant.
Mr. Landon, though related to the Duke of Lybrook on his mother’s side, was indeed a commoner—a commoner with immense wealth, and Ally meant to have it all.
A knock on the door startled Ally. She rose to answer it. Mary stood before her.
“I have a message for you, my lady.” Mary held out the parchment.
Ally swiftly took the paper. “Thank you, Mary. Please return in ten minutes’ time to help me prepare for the ball.”
Mary curtsied politely and left.
Ally opened the parchment and widened her eyes.
No, it couldn’t be.
Confessions of Lady Prudence
by Madame O
Lars’s cheeks reddened and a spray of light freckles became apparent across his nose, making him look younger than his years. Oh, Amelia, such timidity! It aroused me all the more. I had to have his tongue upon me, and soon.
“Yes, please, Lars,” I said. “Do lick me, I beg of you.”
Lars stood, seemingly paralyzed, yet his erection was still apparent beneath his britches. It took all my strength not to push down his trousers and stroke him to climax.
“Lady Prudence has asked a favor of you,” Christophe said slyly. “It would be bad form not to comply. After all, her aunt is responsible for your employment.”
“Do you not find me attractive, Lars?” I asked.
“I… I…find you beautiful, my lady. What man wouldn’t find you to his liking? You are indeed lovely.”
“I assure you I am loveliest in the secret place between my legs.” I winked seductively. “Please, Lars, I have already begged you. Must I get down on my knees?”
Lars’s lips trembled as he again reddened even further. “Yes… If you would get on your knees, it would please me.”
“But then how would you—”
Christophe placed his hand over my mouth. “He wants you to submit, my lady. Some men find that arousing.”
And suddenly I wanted nothing more than to please this newcomer. I fell to my knees. I had no idea what he had in mind, but my curiosity was piqued and my body ablaze.
“Does this please you?” I asked.
Lars smiled, the red on his cheeks now as fiery as the pulses between my legs.
“You do look lovely on your knees, my lady.”
“What is it that you wish of me?”
“Turn around,” he said. “Unbuckle Monsieur Bertrand’s trousers and suck his cock while I watch. I will lick you from behind.”
I complied, and Christophe stood in front of me, smiling wickedly. I unbuckled him. When his cock sprang free, I licked its tip and nearly bit down when I felt the soft slide of a tongue in the crease of my arse. Within seconds, Lars had positioned himself between my thighs as I knelt, and he began to work on my quivering quim.
I ground into Lars’s face as I worked Christophe’s member with my mouth.