A Marriage Most Scandalous (Scandalous Ballroom Encounters Book 2) by Victoria Vale Read Free Book Online Page A

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    She frowned. “You do?”
    He nodded. “You must have found out, somehow, that I would go to that brothel tonight. Such knowledge hurt you, and you came after me, didn’t you? What did Madame Petra do, what did she say, to convince you to go along with that … that …” He trailed off, shaking his head. “It doesn’t matter. I should never have gone there, and I most certainly should not have been so indiscreet to allow you find out. And, it’s the damndest thing, Cecily. If my father, or my uncles, or any other man of my acquaintance knew his wife had discovered his intention to go to a house of ill repute, he would not care about her feelings. He wouldn’t give a damn if she were hurt, or angry. He would expect her to remain silent about it and go on performing her duties as his wife and blast all else. But, you see, I love you. I care about what you think of me. I would never want to do anything to cause you pain.”
    When he glanced up at her again, she could see he meant every word. His wounded expression caused pity to stab through her chest. Sinking down onto his knee, she took his head in her hands and lowered it to her breast. He rested there with a sigh, wrapping his arms around her and holding tight.
    “You’re right,” she murmured, running a hand through his mussed hair. “I don’t want you going back there.”
    He nodded, the stubble on his jaw rasping against the fabric of her dressing gown. “I won’t, Cecily. I promise you.”
    Turning his face up, she gazed down into his eyes. “I want you to fulfill your every need and desire with me.”
    His fingers clenched the fabric of her robe. “You don’t know how much I want to. I have fantasies, thoughts about the sort of things … but, those things—”
    “Made me feel alive,” she interjected. “Tonight, you made love to me like I was a different woman.”
    “I thought you were a whore.”
    She smiled. “If that is what it is like, I think I would very much like for you to treat me like a whore.”
    He drew a sharp breath, starting as he glanced up at her. “You don’t know what you’re saying!”
    Grasping his hands, she placed them flat on her body, covering them with her own and sliding them up over her breasts. His breath hitched, and his fingers curled around them. She arched her back and pushed them more fully into his palms.
    “Did you like what you saw from the other side of that curtain, my love? Petra … she is a beautiful woman.”
    His breath grew ragged as she sank onto his lap, straddling his thighs.
    “Yes. She’s almost as beautiful as you.”
    “I felt so wanton, knowing you sat on the other side of that veil, watching her do those wicked things to me. Do you know what would have made it even better?”
    He lowered his head into the valley between her breasts, nudging the sides of her dressing gown apart as his fingers deftly untied the sash. “What?”
    “To have your hands on me, too … your mouth … to feel you both at the same time, tasting me, touching me.” She shivered when his fingers tweaked her nipples, applying gentle pressure. One of his thumbnails rasped the taut peak, drawing a gasp. “I saw how you looked at her. You want her, too.”
    He gripped her thighs, mouth latched onto one nipple as he grasped the hem of her nightgown and lifted it. “I had no idea you fancied other women.”
    Cecily’s head fell back while his lips found her neck, his tongue rasping along the vital vein thrumming with her pulse. “I did not, either. When I asked for her help, and she suggested that we perform those acts to arouse you, I was shocked, to say the least. I had no idea such things were done.”
    One of his hands brushed the damp curls of her mons, and he reached between them, unfastening his breeches. He rested against her, powerful and thick, throbbing with arousal. She groaned and ground against it, pressing her wet inner folds against his cock.
    “No more reticence,” she whispered. He