The Viscount's Addiction by Scottie Barrett Read Free Book Online

petals drifted to the dirt. “No matter the lies you tell me. It will be nothing to have this marriage pronounced invalid. Then I intend to have the lot of you carted off to prison.” His words were delivered with terrifying precision.
    “Well, I suppose I should be grateful that you don’t intend to kill me.” Her back was nearly against the wall. She took several mincing steps to the side.
    Rage flared in his eyes. “Do not tempt me,” he said.
    As a few more discreet steps put her nearly out of his reach, his hand snaked out, wrapped around her arm and drew her back.
    “At this moment, I have other plans for you.”
    “I assure you, Lord Blackwood, I had no idea you were being deceived.” Her voice shook. “I was told you’d requested the marriage. That you wanted to ensure that the Blackwood lands were well cared for in your absence.”
    He seized both of her wrists and lifted them above her head, clamping them against the wall. He leaned over and whispered in her ear, “You lying little bitch.” He ground his pelvis into her, his rock hard shaft pushing against her stomach.
    Swallowing hard, she stared up into violet eyes shadowed by long black lashes. “I do not deserve to be treated this way. They tricked me as well.”
    “ This , coming from the lips of a woman who just taunted me with an erotic lie.” He shoved his thigh between her legs, lifting her to her toes. She lost her breath for a moment and tried to wriggle out of his grasp. Her struggles caused her to rub intimately against the muscles of his thigh. She could feel herself getting moist with excitement. Embarrassed, she glanced up to see if he’d felt her reaction to him. He had. His lips were curled into a crooked, cocky smile.
    He transferred both her wrists to one hand. Her fingers were beginning to tingle. Slowly, he moved his newly freed hand down the bare skin of her raised arm. His fingers trailed lower, tracing the top edge of her stays, which lifted her breasts like an offering. He circled the tip of his thumb around her taut nipple. She could feel the warmth of his touch through the thin muslin of her dress. She should have demanded that he let her go, but, instead, her treacherous body arched toward his hand. “Please,” was all she managed to utter. It sounded like she was begging for more rather than asking him to stop. He dipped his head and lightly bit her erect nipple through the thin fabric of her dress. She moaned in sweet pleasure.

    He pushed his hand between their bodies and yanked up her dress and petticoats until there was nothing between her naked nether lips and the material of his trousers. He rubbed his leg back and forth so that she could feel the fine woolen fabric against the tender folds of her quim. If he were to release her wrists, she would surely fall in a dizzy heap at his feet. His rough handling of her should have frightened her, but instead she wanted more of it. She found him utterly compelling.
    His thigh lifted her higher so that her feet dangled in the air. He pressed the side of his face against hers. The blue-black bristles shadowing his jaw were rough against her cheek. His deep voice resonated through her entire being as he spoke in her ear. “I had my uncle hand over the marriage document. You are legally my wife— for now . And I intend to have you in my bed tonight. And for as long as I wish.” He swept his tongue along the curl of her ear.
    Lifting his head, he stared down at her as a wolf regards his prey. He flicked his tongue seductively in the slight cleft of her chin then ran it boldly over the seam of her lips. Craving his kiss, she parted her lips.
    “You’d better be ready for tonight, sweeting, because your dangerous game is just getting started.” He breathed the words into her mouth, his lips grazing hers as he spoke. Then his tongue was inside her mouth tasting her deeply. She responded by rubbing her small tongue over his. He pulled back suddenly and set her on her feet.