Grey's Lady by Natasha Blackthorne Read Free Book Online

know of him? What he was capable of? She stood, naked and half twisted around as he held her from behind, his damned harder-than-iron cock pressing into her bottom. Of course, this probably excited the devil out of the arrogant tyrant. Well, she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing her fear. Despite her pounding heart, she kept her chin high and held his gaze. “You can’t.”
    “No?” His silver eyes warmed, making her breath catch. He meant to kiss her. From the way her heart began beating triple time, dear God, she feared she might let him.
    Thinks he can order me about like I am one of his lackeys.
    He would not win.
    She wouldn’t let him.
    The fine wool of his pantaloons tickled her bare bottom and she fidgeted in his arms. He groaned, then put his lips to her temple, murmuring and lightly squeezing her breast. Sparks of delight shot through her. A moan drifted up from her belly. She swallowed it ruthlessly, only to have the suppressed energy quiver through her, sharpening the pleasure.
    I won’t feel, I won’t.
    He took both her breasts, fondling them almost roughly now with his large hands. Her instincts had lied. He didn’t intend to kiss her. He intended merely to amuse himself by mauling her teats, like she was some doxy come to his room. Surely she was not…disappointed? No, she was simply tired. From being up half the night sewing shoes. From skipping breakfast and drinking far, far too much. From fighting him.
    His thumbs brushed her nipples. Of course, they would have to tighten under his touch, so stiff and obedient, and betray her rising excitement. He rolled each between a thumb and forefinger, sending dual stabs of fierce pleasure straight to her loins. She bit her lip so hard, she tasted metal. His breath rasped in her ear and she knew he was totally distracted by his lust.
    After his high-handed treatment, she owed him a come-uppance. She pulled her arm back, preparing to jab him in the ribs, only to find herself incapacitated in his grip.
    “You really are a virago, aren’t you?” Amusement warmed his voice.
    Angry heat rushed over her face. He span her about. Facing him, she fought to pull away but he grasped her wrists.
    “Let. Me. Go!” she cried, struggling wildly against him, but he held her firm.
    He laughed, the rich, deep sound resonating in her stomach. “So you can go find a weapon? I don’t think so.”
    “Let me go, you ass-eared jackanapes!”
    “You don’t really want that,” he said, with galling assurance.
    “Why else should I ask it?”
    “You could easily have slipped away a moment ago and instead you chose to challenge me.” He released her hands.
    She let her arms drop to her sides, too vexed by his words to let the matter go. “What are you suggesting?”
    “You enjoy provoking me,” he said. “But you should be careful what you ask for.”
    She felt her eyes widen. She certainly couldn’t deny the surge of what definitely felt like victory to see him so affected. Good Lord, he was correct.
    He started walking forwards.
    “What are you doing now?” she asked, moving backwards by necessity.
    “Easy now.” He slowed and motioned behind her.
    She put a hand back, touched the wall. “I asked what you think you are doing.”
    “I am done talking.”
    “What the devil does that mean?”
    “This,” he said thickly, lowering his head.
    Her throat dried. He was correct. She had provoked him. His cool, controlled reception in bed had driven her insane. It was so unfair that she should burn with such uncontrollable fever while he could turn his longing on and off at will. She had wanted to provoke his emotions.
    Well, she’d got her wish and then some. From the tenor of his voice and the tightness of his hands upon her, she knew his kiss would be savage. Swallowing forcefully, she closed her eyes and braced herself. Excitement pooled in her belly, dark and hot.
    He touched her lips with his—warm, tender, coaxing her. A moan forced itself up but