Christophe stood and came toward us. He squatted down next to us and began working the folds of my pussy, which were slick and wet. Another slap came down upon me, and Christophe’s fingers surged into my pussy. Oh, Amelia, never have I felt such all-consuming passion and need! The next slap became more important to me than my next breath, and Christophe’s fingers fucking me whilst Lars spanked me was the most delicious sensation ever. Soon I was climaxing again, and then again.
“Your arse is such a lovely shade of pink, my lady,” Lars said, now massaging my buttocks.
“Yes, indeed, my lady,” Christophe agreed. “I do believe spanking becomes you.”
“Please, please. I must have a cock inside me. I beg of you, both of you. Please, one of you must fuck me.”
“As I have already done that many times,” Christophe said, smiling, “I will give that honor to Lars today.”
Quick as a flash of lightning, Lars bent me over the divan, unfastened his pants, and shoved his cock into my waiting cunt. He fucked me hard and fast, grunting and groaning, his ballocks slapping my clitoris as he thrust and he thrust.
Amelia, my orgasm, when it came, was the most amazing burst of stars I have ever experienced. And then, when he spurted over my bare back, his own climax taking him, I felt a pleasure I’d never yet known.
I cannot wait until our next encounter. I hope Lars will interrupt us again, and I hope Hattie will not lose her nerve. What fun the four of us will have!
Until then, I am yours, affectionately,
Prudence
Chapter 15
Ally scanned the terrace. The night was more illuminated than usual. She hadn’t counted on a full moon this evening. Well, all the better for Brooks to see them when he arrived a few moments later for their rendezvous.
Mr. Landon freed her breasts, kissing the tops of them. “Lady Alexandra, I always knew they would be the most beautiful I’ve ever seen.”
Ally’s heart thumped. Having him see her like this felt all wrong. But it was a means to an end, and she would go through with her plan. She had to, not only for herself, but also for Sophie and her mother.
A shadow approached. Good, Brooks was right on time.
Mr. Landon descended to her nipple.
“Get your goddamned hands off of her.” The voice was low and primal.
And it did not belong to Viscount John Brooks.
She turned and met Evan’s gaze. Excellent. Her conventional stepbrother would see that Mr. Landon did right by her. Everything had worked out perfectly. So why did she feel so violated and ashamed? And why was she wishing Evan’s lips were the ones descending toward her hard nipple?
Mr. Landon looked up. “I beg your pardon?”
Evan grasped Mr. Landon by the shoulders and pulled him off of Ally. “I said get your fucking filthy hands off of her,” he said through clenched teeth.
A dull thud echoed as Evan’s fist slammed into Mr. Landon’s nose. Mr. Landon fell onto the terrace, blood gushing from his nostrils.
A scream lodged in Ally’s throat, but before she could let it out, Evan grabbed her arm, forcing her across the terrace and back into the ballroom. She ran, pushing her breasts back into her loosened corset, trying to keep up with his big heavy strides. Through the ballroom they raced, Evan seemingly on a mission. Ally nudged several people and murmured her apologies, though she was sure those affected hadn’t heard her since Evan was pulling her through so quickly. They reached the front door and he hauled her outside. He dragged her to their carriage, nearly threw her inside, and told the coachman to take them to the Brighton townhome.
He didn’t speak to her during the ride. He didn’t even look at her. She cringed, both fear and arousal bubbling through her. What would he do to her?
When they arrived, he pulled her out of the carriage and forced her up to the door and inside the townhome.
“My lord?” Woods began.
Evan ignored Woods, dragging Ally along to the staircase. He lifted her in his strong arms.
Her heart hammered, her cheeks warmed, and her body throbbed. “Where are you taking me?” Terror—or was it lust?—paralyzed her.
Evan gazed down at her, his eyes afire. “To my bed. Where you belong.”
Ally gulped, still unable to move, unable to resist. She saw no point in trying to stop him. He was an animal, and she was his prey. She wanted to be his prey.