Surrender to the Fury by Connie Mason Read Free Book Online
Authors: Connie Mason
dust. Her lips were red and swollen from his kisses, and Nick thought her the mostbeautiful woman he’d ever seen. And the most charming liar.
“I don’t believe you. No one could maintain a hatred for five years unless they thought about the object of their hatred during that time.”
“Damn you, Nick Drummond, let me go! I’d rather bed every man in your company than submit to you.”
Nick froze. Abruptly he released her, his green eyes dark with fury. “Do you hate me so much?”
“Yes.” She felt his gaze on her and stepped back. “You’re not wanted here. Take your men and leave my family in peace.” Her eyes were dark and stormy as they raked him with contempt.
“Is that why you responded to me just now? Because you can’t stand the sight of me? Or is it because you’ve been without a man for a long time?”
His mocking words were deceptively calm as he reached out and dragged her against the hard wall of his chest. He seized the hair at the nape of her neck and pulled, lifting her face to his while he lowered his face to hers. His kiss was not gentle, but a bold, insolent assault on her mouth that left her shaken and frightened. His hands found her breasts, and Aimee gasped in outrage as he rolled the nipples between forefinger and thumb before pressing slowly downward. Her skirt rose inch by inch as his hands slid underneath and skimmed the satiny flesh of her inner thighs. Her moist warmth enticed him as he drew closer to that private part of her that he longed to explore. Then his fingers reached inside her pantaloons, touching her intimately, bringing a sigh to her lips.
Never had Aimee experienced such overwhelminghelplessness. Her body was no longer hers to command; a cheating Yankee rogue had stolen her mind and her will. Yet she knew that if she submitted to Nick Drummond now, she’d lose the most important battle of her life. She had more pride than to let Nick seduce her again. For Brand’s sake she had to preserve her hatred for the man who could shatter her life.
“Please, don’t do this to me.” Her quiet dignity must have made an impression on Nick, for he immediately turned her loose.
“Forgive me, Mrs. Trevor; I had no reason to assume you’d return my interest.” His eyes chilled her: two chips of clear emerald green. “I’ve let my imagination run away with me. I deluded myself into thinking you wanted me as much as I wanted you. From now on my behavior will be nothing but circumspect. You may leave.”
Her eyes full of distrust, Aimee scooted around Nick, fleeing the room as fast as her legs could carry her. Another two minutes with Nick Drummond and he’d have reduced her to a blathering idiot, begging him to make love to her. How could she hate someone so thoroughly yet at the same time be aroused by him? She thought she was rid of the man five years ago. For all she knew, Nick Drummond was married and had a house full of children. That notion brought her thoughts to a skidding halt. Married? For some odd reason that assumption brought an uncomfortable jolt to her senses.
She tossed restlessly in her sleep, but the howling wind outside did not awaken her from the vivid reality of her dream.
He shut the door behind them, enclosing her in a private hell of her own making. The room was illuminated by lamplight. He turned the key in the lock and smiled at her. Soft light played against his handsome features, and she noticed the strong curve of his broad shoulders and his muscular frame. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her. When his lips met hers, she had an inkling of just what these next hours would be like. He whispered in her ear, telling her how beautiful she was, how desirable, how badly he wanted to be inside her, that he was going to make it wonderful for her. He wove his hands into her hair and kissed her again, holding her face steady while he nuzzled the high curve of her cheekbone, her ear, the slender curve of her throat. She trembled when his
“I don’t believe you. No one could maintain a hatred for five years unless they thought about the object of their hatred during that time.”
“Damn you, Nick Drummond, let me go! I’d rather bed every man in your company than submit to you.”
Nick froze. Abruptly he released her, his green eyes dark with fury. “Do you hate me so much?”
“Yes.” She felt his gaze on her and stepped back. “You’re not wanted here. Take your men and leave my family in peace.” Her eyes were dark and stormy as they raked him with contempt.
“Is that why you responded to me just now? Because you can’t stand the sight of me? Or is it because you’ve been without a man for a long time?”
His mocking words were deceptively calm as he reached out and dragged her against the hard wall of his chest. He seized the hair at the nape of her neck and pulled, lifting her face to his while he lowered his face to hers. His kiss was not gentle, but a bold, insolent assault on her mouth that left her shaken and frightened. His hands found her breasts, and Aimee gasped in outrage as he rolled the nipples between forefinger and thumb before pressing slowly downward. Her skirt rose inch by inch as his hands slid underneath and skimmed the satiny flesh of her inner thighs. Her moist warmth enticed him as he drew closer to that private part of her that he longed to explore. Then his fingers reached inside her pantaloons, touching her intimately, bringing a sigh to her lips.
Never had Aimee experienced such overwhelminghelplessness. Her body was no longer hers to command; a cheating Yankee rogue had stolen her mind and her will. Yet she knew that if she submitted to Nick Drummond now, she’d lose the most important battle of her life. She had more pride than to let Nick seduce her again. For Brand’s sake she had to preserve her hatred for the man who could shatter her life.
“Please, don’t do this to me.” Her quiet dignity must have made an impression on Nick, for he immediately turned her loose.
“Forgive me, Mrs. Trevor; I had no reason to assume you’d return my interest.” His eyes chilled her: two chips of clear emerald green. “I’ve let my imagination run away with me. I deluded myself into thinking you wanted me as much as I wanted you. From now on my behavior will be nothing but circumspect. You may leave.”
Her eyes full of distrust, Aimee scooted around Nick, fleeing the room as fast as her legs could carry her. Another two minutes with Nick Drummond and he’d have reduced her to a blathering idiot, begging him to make love to her. How could she hate someone so thoroughly yet at the same time be aroused by him? She thought she was rid of the man five years ago. For all she knew, Nick Drummond was married and had a house full of children. That notion brought her thoughts to a skidding halt. Married? For some odd reason that assumption brought an uncomfortable jolt to her senses.
She tossed restlessly in her sleep, but the howling wind outside did not awaken her from the vivid reality of her dream.
He shut the door behind them, enclosing her in a private hell of her own making. The room was illuminated by lamplight. He turned the key in the lock and smiled at her. Soft light played against his handsome features, and she noticed the strong curve of his broad shoulders and his muscular frame. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her. When his lips met hers, she had an inkling of just what these next hours would be like. He whispered in her ear, telling her how beautiful she was, how desirable, how badly he wanted to be inside her, that he was going to make it wonderful for her. He wove his hands into her hair and kissed her again, holding her face steady while he nuzzled the high curve of her cheekbone, her ear, the slender curve of her throat. She trembled when his