Her Wanton Wager by Grace Callaway Read Free Book Online Page B

take him out of that place. Instead of showing mercy, Morgan had knocked him senseless. When he'd come to, flames had consumed the room. A lamp lay shattered by the curtains. Morgan had wanted to burn all the evidence, had left him to die … only he hadn't. Gavin had suffered a worse fate. He'd escaped the fire only to be caught and found guilty of arson. No one had listened to his cries of innocence; no one had cared that he was a child, alone and afraid. The only silver lining had been the ruling of insufficient evidence for murder, else he'd have swung from the gallows for certain.
    Instead, they'd tossed him into the prison hulks along with the most hardened and depraved of criminals. Ten years he'd spent in that rotting hell for another man's sins. Had it not been for Stewart, Gavin might not have survived. His scar burned at the memory—he tamped down the dark swell of emotion. Stewart had protected him and taught him the skills to protect himself. The practice of ruthless violence had kept him alive. He'd endured perdition, knowing that one day he would exact his pound of flesh.
    Morgan had caused Gavin's suffering; Morgan would pay.
    With his company ... and his family.
    Despite her innocence and fresh beauty, Percy Fines was a creature of strong passions. Gavin had no doubt that she would accept his wager—out of loyalty to her brother, yes, but also out of curiosity. Desire. He hadn't mistaken the flicker in her eyes at the word adventure . Nor the way her bosom had risen and fallen when he'd come near, those pillowy lips of hers parting with each breath. Though she might not recognize the welcoming signs of her own body, he did.
    He exhaled, his blood heating at the welcome diversion. Without realizing it, he'd begun to stroke his cock. The shaft stiffened in his fist as he closed his eyes and imagined taking Percy here, in this very bed. Pinning her wrists above her head, he'd strip away the layers until she could hide from him no more. No disguises, not even a shred of clothing between them.
    Her tits would be medium-sized and full, a perfect fit for his palms. If her lips were any indication, the nipples would be pert and dusky pink. He could picture Percy's blue eyes widening as he fondled her, tweaking the buds between finger and thumb. Her mixture of naiveté and wantonness inflamed him. He would taste one saucy nipple, suckling one peak then the other, until she began to squirm and buck against his hold.
    Disobedient chit. She would need to be taken firmly in hand, and by God, he was the man for the job. Nothing stirred his blood like control, and the notion of harnessing Percy's wild yet innocent spirit, of training her to his pleasure, aroused his darkest desires. He knew that once she surrendered, she would do so completely. 'Twas not in her nature to hold anything back. The tempestuous little vixen would give him everything he wanted.
    The notion made his rod pulse in his fist. He imagined turning her over his knee. Tracing the elegant dip of her spine and palming the contours of her soft, quivering arse.
    You've been a naughty girl , he said.
    I haven't . She looked back at him, her hair a glorious tumble. I only did what I had to.
    Impertinent chit. Even in his fantasy, she gave him lip.
    You'll have to be punished for playing your tricks on me , he said.
    His first slap made her gasp. Not out of pain—he hadn't spanked her hard—but indignation. Before she could speak, he delivered another swat to her bottom. His cock throbbed to see her flesh bear his mark, to hear her gasps melt into breathy sighs. She began to wriggle against his lap, telling him without words what she wanted. He parted her trembling thighs, and his breath caught at the sight of her quim. Soft and fluffy blond. Perfectly untouched.
    He ran his middle finger along the seam of Percy's pristine pussy, and she sighed with pleasure. Virginity held no special appeal for him (he preferred bed partners who knew what they were doing),