The Devil to Pay by Liz Carlyle Read Free Book Online Page A

Please?”
    She made a purring sound in her throat, and pushed him toward the bed. “Lie down, Devellyn,” she ordered, slipping off her shoes. “Lie down on the bed, love, and I swear, I’ll give you just wot you deserve.”
    His every fiber alive with desire, he did as she asked. And he had to admit, his desire was heightening. She probably would have him begging before it was over with.
    Ruby watched him, her eyes aflame as they ran down his naked body. Then she set one foot on the lumpy mattress, hiking up her skirts so high he could see her garter and then some. The woman had long, flawless calves, and thighs which looked slender and tight beneath her cotton drawers.
    “Is this wot yer wantin’, Devellyn?” she rasped, rolling her garter to her ankle. “Do you want this leg wrapped round yer waist?” With slow, erotic motions, she pulled the stocking off. “Or would you rather ’ave me ankle hooked round yer neck?”
    He swallowed hard. “Both, please,” he said, choking out the words.
    “Please,” she softly echoed. “Ooh, I do like the sound o’ that. Now you just lie there real still, Devellyn. Let me play me little game, lovey, and I promise you’ll be screamin’ afore I’m done wiv you.”
    “Christ Jesus,” he whispered.
    She tossed the stocking somewhere near his head, and proceeded to do the same with the opposite leg. Devellyn did as she asked. He lay still on the bed, simply watching her and wanting her, his cock twitching insistently.
    “The dress now, Ruby,” he pleaded, reaching out for her. “Take it off and let me see everything. Your breasts. Your belly. Everything. Oh, God, have mercy and hurry up.”
    Ruby smiled impishly, hiked up her skirts, and mounted him with her legs spread wide.
    “Do you want me to beg, Ruby? Is that it? Please, then. Please. For pity’s sake, take me.”
    He no longer cared about getting her clothes off. It seemed unimportant now. The scent of woman surrounded him, was drowning him. She smelled surprisingly clean and sweet. He groaned deep in his chest, dragging in air.
    In response, Ruby leaned forward and kissed him, hot and openmouthed, and roughly, he shoved one hand between them, intent on finding the slit in her drawers, or just ripping them off altogether.
    But Ruby, it seemed, had other ideas. Her slender fingers encircled his wrist and pushed his hand back over his head. “Go slow, lovey,” she whispered against his mouth. “Let’s go real slow, awright? I want ter tease you a bit. Get me mount in a real lather, so ter speak.”
    He realized what she meant when he felt her slip the stocking round his wrist. But Ruby was still straddling him, and kissing him again, thrusting inside his mouth now, and making sweet, urgent noises. He heard the rustle of fabric, felt the stocking go tight around his flesh, and felt a strange little thrill run through him.
    He knew of men who were sexually excited by such things and worse. Apparently, he was one of them. Despite the vast quantity of alcohol he’d consumed tonight, his cock was hard as a door knocker, and throbbing with his every heartbeat. She shifted a little, and he almost lost control.
    “Hurry,” he whispered, as her lips slid over his.
    Ruby let her teeth rake down his throat. The pain was sharp. Exquisite. “Hurry up,” he choked.
    “Wot’s the rush, lovey?” she asked, encircling his opposite wrist with his own cravat.
    He turned his head, and tore his mouth from hers just as the second knot slipped tight. “Take me inside, Ruby,” he begged. “Now.”
    “Ooo, Mr. Devellyn,” she whispered. “I’m getting ready to give it to you real good.”
    “Ruby, you don’t understand!” he rasped, squeezing his eyes shut and praying for control. “I’m going to—I just can’t—can’t wait—”
    The knot jerked fast, drawing his wrist firmly against the wooden bedpost.
    “ ’Fraid you’ll have to, gov’nor,” she said, her voice suddenly cool.
    He felt her weight shift,