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Authors: Poppy Summers
sheltered upbringing. He absolutely could not be allowed to get away with this. She clenched her fists. She would show him. God, she would show him.
* * *
The rain was lashing down in sheets as she descended from the carriage on the driveway of Rainton Grange and was shown inside by the curious butler. Her behaviour was scandalous, of course, for a single woman to turn up uninvited at the home of such a notorious bachelor as Mr Storm. Well, she didn’t much care what the gossips would say. She doubted Elijah himself was loose-lipped even if he was loose in every other area.
‘Miss Seymour to see Mr Storm,’ she said as the butler helped her off with her damp cloak and bonnet and took her gloves. Footsteps sounded on the marble floor and the man of the house appeared.
‘Thank you, Reuben,’ he said. ‘That will be all.’
The butler bowed and withdrew, taking Susanna’s outdoor clothes with him.
Elijah looked highly amused, those crystal blue eyes dancing with mirth. ‘Why, Miss Seymour, you’re all wet. Perhaps I can interest you in getting out of those clothes before you catch a chill?’
Susanna stalked forward. She beat her fists in rage against his chest. ‘You beast! Why must you play with me and my family this way? What has poor Lucy done to you that you would disrespect her so?’
Elijah’s eyes flashed. He gripped her wrists, hard enough to hurt. ‘You think I play with you? You think my feelings for you show disrespect to your sister?’
‘Yes!’ she cried.
He shook her breathless before releasing her abruptly. ‘You fool,’ he spat. ‘You have no idea.’
She followed his lithe body with an anxious gaze as he paced away, seemingly striving to recover himself. He raked a hand through his hair, leaving it dishevelled, and breathed heavily.
‘You don’t know how you compromise yourself by coming here,’ he said finally, with a cunning glint in his eye. ‘The things I could do to you.’
Heat rose to Susanna’s cheeks. Her body flooded with warmth and sensation, her nipples tightening, her groin pulsing. His forbidden words raised all kinds of taboo images no lady had any right to be thinking, centred on his mouth, his hands, and that thick, glorious cock just made for pleasure. She ached between her legs for him.
She bit her lip, attempting to stare him down with an angry mask in place, but she was fighting a losing battle. She turned to flee, but it was too late. He caught her around the waist, pulled her against the hard length of his body. She whimpered at the feel of his erection against the small of her back. His breath drifted over her ear. ‘Let me,’ he whispered. ‘Let me.’
He cupped her breasts and she arched shamelessly into his touch despite the layers of clothing separating them. His mouth trailed down her neck, planting heated kisses, raising an inferno of desire.
Quite suddenly, he gripped her hand, swung her around to pull her after him. She gasped as he forced her down at the foot of the stairs and fell to his knees. Lifting her skirts, he pushed her thighs apart.
In both mounting lust and blind panic, she tried to fight him. He buried his head beneath her skirts, strong hands keeping her legs prised open, mouth at the top of one stocking, teasing her burning skin.
She gripped his hair with a cry of outrage as he tore her linen underwear apart in his strong hands, and then his mouth was on her swollen, desperate flesh.
She bucked in Elijah’s grip as his tongue flickered over her clitoris, aching and sensitive. He slid his hands under her backside, lifted her to his face, holding her firm, and swiped down her slit, burying between her folds.
Susanna shook and moaned. Elijah teased her up and down one more time before he concentrated that wicked tongue on her hard bud, lapping, lashing and tormenting ferociously, intent, it seemed, on driving her to the fastest, wildest orgasm imaginable.
She
* * *
The rain was lashing down in sheets as she descended from the carriage on the driveway of Rainton Grange and was shown inside by the curious butler. Her behaviour was scandalous, of course, for a single woman to turn up uninvited at the home of such a notorious bachelor as Mr Storm. Well, she didn’t much care what the gossips would say. She doubted Elijah himself was loose-lipped even if he was loose in every other area.
‘Miss Seymour to see Mr Storm,’ she said as the butler helped her off with her damp cloak and bonnet and took her gloves. Footsteps sounded on the marble floor and the man of the house appeared.
‘Thank you, Reuben,’ he said. ‘That will be all.’
The butler bowed and withdrew, taking Susanna’s outdoor clothes with him.
Elijah looked highly amused, those crystal blue eyes dancing with mirth. ‘Why, Miss Seymour, you’re all wet. Perhaps I can interest you in getting out of those clothes before you catch a chill?’
Susanna stalked forward. She beat her fists in rage against his chest. ‘You beast! Why must you play with me and my family this way? What has poor Lucy done to you that you would disrespect her so?’
Elijah’s eyes flashed. He gripped her wrists, hard enough to hurt. ‘You think I play with you? You think my feelings for you show disrespect to your sister?’
‘Yes!’ she cried.
He shook her breathless before releasing her abruptly. ‘You fool,’ he spat. ‘You have no idea.’
She followed his lithe body with an anxious gaze as he paced away, seemingly striving to recover himself. He raked a hand through his hair, leaving it dishevelled, and breathed heavily.
‘You don’t know how you compromise yourself by coming here,’ he said finally, with a cunning glint in his eye. ‘The things I could do to you.’
Heat rose to Susanna’s cheeks. Her body flooded with warmth and sensation, her nipples tightening, her groin pulsing. His forbidden words raised all kinds of taboo images no lady had any right to be thinking, centred on his mouth, his hands, and that thick, glorious cock just made for pleasure. She ached between her legs for him.
She bit her lip, attempting to stare him down with an angry mask in place, but she was fighting a losing battle. She turned to flee, but it was too late. He caught her around the waist, pulled her against the hard length of his body. She whimpered at the feel of his erection against the small of her back. His breath drifted over her ear. ‘Let me,’ he whispered. ‘Let me.’
He cupped her breasts and she arched shamelessly into his touch despite the layers of clothing separating them. His mouth trailed down her neck, planting heated kisses, raising an inferno of desire.
Quite suddenly, he gripped her hand, swung her around to pull her after him. She gasped as he forced her down at the foot of the stairs and fell to his knees. Lifting her skirts, he pushed her thighs apart.
In both mounting lust and blind panic, she tried to fight him. He buried his head beneath her skirts, strong hands keeping her legs prised open, mouth at the top of one stocking, teasing her burning skin.
She gripped his hair with a cry of outrage as he tore her linen underwear apart in his strong hands, and then his mouth was on her swollen, desperate flesh.
She bucked in Elijah’s grip as his tongue flickered over her clitoris, aching and sensitive. He slid his hands under her backside, lifted her to his face, holding her firm, and swiped down her slit, burying between her folds.
Susanna shook and moaned. Elijah teased her up and down one more time before he concentrated that wicked tongue on her hard bud, lapping, lashing and tormenting ferociously, intent, it seemed, on driving her to the fastest, wildest orgasm imaginable.
She