His Mistress by Monica Burns Read Free Book Online Page B

kept her eyes on the scene below and struggled to keep from looking over her shoulder to confirm what instinct was telling her.
    The stranger had taken the seat directly behind her.
    Heat skimmed across her skin while her heart pounded a wild rhythm in her ears. Dear God, how was it possible for him to affect her like this without saying a word? She swallowed the knot in her throat and fought to keep her attention on the chamber. The erotic scene below only served to emphasize the disturbing sensations sliding through every inch of her body.
    “Good evening, my Lady.”
    Instantly her skin grew hot in a feverish fashion. With nothing more than a simple greeting, he’d managed to make sin seem as innocent as a cup of warm chocolate. His voice was seduction in its purest form, and Jane’s heart skipped a beat at the enticing sound. Afraid to speak for fear of sounding as breathless and discombobulated as she felt, she ignored him. Instead, she continued to study Angélique and her lover in the chamber below. A scorching heat brushed the side of her face as he leaned forward until his mouth was almost touching her ear.
    “Are you really that engrossed in the small play below or are you merely trying to avoid the obvious.”
    “Obvious?” She frowned slightly.
    “My intentions where you’re concerned.” The hypnotic note in his voice didn’t squash the lash of disappointment slicing through Jane. Her initial supposition about the stranger had been correct. She straightened her shoulders.
    “I wasn’t aware I’d expressed any interest in your intentions at all, sir,” she said coolly. He countered her chilly response by blowing a soft warmth across the back of her neck.
    “Then perhaps I should say that I have reason to believe you would not reject me outright.”
    His softly spoken words made Jane draw in a quick breath before she slowly released it in an attempt to control her escalating pulse. Lord help her, but that had sounded almost like a request. Had she been wrong? Did he prefer a strong woman in his bed? The thought made her chest tighten as though her lungs were empty of air. With her next breath, she was able to breathe again. The idea filled her with a wild mixture of trepidation and excitement. Still uncertain of his true intentions, Jane didn’t look at him, but simply nodded toward the theater below.
    “If that is the case, then permit me to watch the rest of this performance in silence.”
    “As you wish, my Lady.”
    A dark angel could not have acquiesced to her request any more reluctantly. His breath stirred the hair on the back of Jane’s neck, and she knew that if the sun were blazing down on her it could not have been as hot. Determined not to show how much he disturbed her, Jane forced herself to concentrate on Angélique in the Obedience Chamber.
    Her friend had instructed her charge to lay flat on the floor. When he was in position, the Frenchwoman walked forward to stand above his erection. Bending at the knees, Angélique slowly sank downward until the man’s phallus brushed against her sex. Instantly, the man’s hands quickly moved to touch Frenchwoman’s thighs. Angélique’s fingers lightly tapped the tip of the man’s erection before she stood again and moved to stand over his head.
    “You disappoint me, mon chou . You know the rules of our little game. You will not be satisfied until I decide you will be,” Angélique said with a sigh. “Now look up, and tell me what you see.”
    “You, my Lady. You’re beautiful.”
    “And what to you wish to do with such beauty?”
    “I want to pleasure you, my Lady.” The ache in the man’s voice made Angélique smile as she moved away from him.
    “Then you will please me by taking yourself in hand. Stroke yourself. Slowly.”
    “Yes, my Lady,” the man said in a choked voice as he obeyed her command.
    “Very good, mon esclave ,” Angélique said with a soft laugh. “Now I want you to imagine you are sliding into me—ever