Hellion (Seven Brides for Seven Bastards, 7) by Jayne Fresina Read Free Book Online Page B

in the dirt for the
eyes of an "uncivilized, loutish brute", as she called him only
yesterday. Spreading herself, pumping her hips at the night air.
Her pale thighs trembling. Nipples jutting at the moon— just
waiting for his mouth to suckle them.
    And all this she gave him for four
extra feet of land.
    A half hour ago he could not have
anticipated the pleasure he would get from seeing her this way. He
would have said that watching a woman finger her pussy was nothing
new or interesting.
    But watching this woman do it was
indeed fair payment. More than fair, in fact. She was being
extremely generous, and he suspected the reason for that was partly
due to her own sexual frustration.
    What would she do if he gave her an
entire field?
    Would she let him plow her for it, he
mused?
    Her fingertips were wet now too. She
must have a lot of pent up need.
    Sal wanted to tear those bars aside
and grind his face into that dripping cunt. He'd make her scream so
damn loud.
    Ah, there! There she went, over her
peak, shaking wildly, but still managing to hold back her cries and
moans. Her fingers must be sticky. Yes, he saw her honey shining in
the moonlight as she spread it over her labia.
    Opening her eyes again, looking dazed,
she saw him hunched over, fisting his cock like there was no
tomorrow.
    Lady Helene de Leon slipped two
fingers over her sex again and then opened her pussy. Opened it as
if to welcome him in.
    He shifted on his knees to aim for her
sweet, hot haven. Oh he would fill that tight little pink mouth
with his meat.
    Sal began to thrust, his gaze pinned
to her entrance as she held it open. Christ, he could feel it
contracting on his cock, pulling him in.
    He'd plow her alright. And plant his
seed deep inside. Deep inside.
    With that happy thought plundering his
imagination, he shot his seed in a high arc through the bars of the
gate.

Chapter Six
     
    If she gave herself time to think
about what she'd done, Helene might have felt embarrassed. So she
threw herself into work the next day, trying to keep her mind
occupied. Perhaps if she pretended it hadn't happened...
    But the thoughts crept into her mind
like thieving little imps that would not let her ignore them. Just
like him.
    They stole their way into her
conscience and teased her.
    Thoughts of Salvador's eyes. His lips.
His broad, thick shoulders. His huge hands. His cock.
    Oh, his cock.
    Helene had never seen the like of it.
Was not certain she wanted to see it again.
    Who was she trying to fool? Of course
she wanted to see it again. It wasn't the sort of thing one could
take in fully from one glimpse.
    She had prayed for a full hour last
night after returning home. It hadn't removed the image of his
splendid manhood from her thoughts.
    "My lady?"
    Helene suddenly realized the dairymaid
milking the cow next to hers was looking at her oddly, and only
then did she know she was blushing. And chuckling to
herself.
    "Just...just my thoughts," she told
the maid.
    They both got on with the
milking.
    Was it true, she wondered, that the
d'Anzeray were descended from a daughter of Satan? That's what
she'd heard throughout her life and had always rolled her eyes at
it. They might be wicked, lawless mercenaries, but she sincerely
doubted there was anything about them that hadn't come from man and
woman. Helene had seen enough of life to know that evil could live
in the most normal, plain and smiling of faces. It didn't need to
be put there by any supernatural force.
    As for Salvador, he might not have
horns and cloven feet, she thought wryly, but he did share certain
other attributes with a farmyard beast.
    Again the nearest maid's head turned
to look at her, and she hastily quenched her giggles, making her
face solemn. For pity's sake, what had come over her? Helen de Leon
was no giggler. She ought to go down on her knees and beg for God's
forgiveness for her sinful lapse.
    Suddenly Harold came running into the
diary, looking for her.
    "My lady, my lady! Come quick,"