A Knight of Passion(26)
The hand that still gripped her shoulder slid downwards, dragging her sleeve below the breast. He lowered his head and Riana met the duchess’ eyes as he closed his warm lips around the nipple. Riana stiffened. The older woman’s forefinger was inside her bodice, mimicking Sir Bryant’s caress. Eyes locked with Riana’s, she yanked down a sleeve, exposing a lush breast. Slowly, she slid a palm along the breast until she cupped the weighty flesh. Riana drew a sharp breath when she lifted the perfect globe to her mouth. Riana jammed shut her eyes as the nipple disappeared between her lips.
Desire shot through Riana with awareness of the tongue that flicked her own nipple. Sir Bryant sucked, and she couldn’t halt a whimper. He snaked his arm around her waist, pulling her against his mouth. She startled as she recognised the steel rod that dug into her abdomen was his arousal. Pain slashed through her. Why should she be surprised that his cock had turned rock hard in scant minutes? He had proven his prowess in her bed. Now he was living out the true fantasy he’d kept hidden in his heart. After he was finished with her, would he force her to watch while he rammed his shaft inside the older woman until he came in a spasm that left him limp on top of her body?
Sir Bryant abruptly released her nipple and straightened. Riana snapped open her eyes and dragged in a harsh breath. He stared as though she was the most beautiful woman in the world…the only woman in the world. But she wasn’t. Another woman, the woman who had imprisoned her in this madhouse, was present, and slaking her perverted desires at Riana’s expense. Pain flickered in his eyes. Was that regret? Riana searched his gaze, but he suddenly lowered his head and kissed her. She remained motionless while he moved his mouth over hers. He broke the kiss and trailed wet lips along her neck to her ear.
“Do not fear,” he whispered.
She jerked, but he held her firm as he closed his mouth over her earlobe and gently bit down. She jerked again, but this time with pleasure. He grasped her shoulders with warm fingers and pulled her dress down her arms. Riana stood motionless as the dress slid past her hips and pooled on the carpet at her feet. A low fire burnt in the hearth, yet gooseflesh rose and spread like wildfire down her arms. She couldn’t prevent a shiver.
“Spread your legs,” he said in a whisper she knew was meant to be heard by the duchess.
Riana jammed her eyes shut and widened her stance. He reached between her legs and slipped a finger into her folds. Pleasure rippled through her. Tears pressed against the insides of her eyelids. She could not—would not—feel desire. He gently massaged her sensitive bead of flesh with his thumb. Riana clenched her hands at her sides against the tightening in her centre. He thrust a thick finger inside her slick channel.
“You are so wet,” he whispered, and she opened her eyes.
He stared, eyes dark, and she was struck with the thought that he had momentarily forgotten the duchess was watching…participating. He thrust harder. Pleasure spiked, but she forced her hands to remain at her sides.
You want me, he mouthed.
He covered her breast with his free hand and pressed his palm against the hardened areola. The urge to grind her nub against the finger Sir Bryant was moving in and out of her channel clenched her stomach muscles. Riana bit down on her lip. If she gave in, the duchess would have her satisfaction, her pleasure. How would Riana keep the bile from rising when the older woman cried out in her release?
Sir Bryant abruptly yanked his finger from inside Riana. She threw her arms around his neck when he swept her into his arms. She caught sight of the duchess, her dress now lying in a puddle at her feet as Riana’s was, and buried her head in Sir Bryant’s chest. He took three steps and she felt herself being lowered, then the velvet of the couch arm brushed the back of her legs.
Riana opened her eyes as he laid her on the cushion. He straightened, and her pulse spiked when he pulled off his gambeson, then the shirt beneath, baring his broad, dark chest. Her heart lurched. He was beautiful. He shoved down his hose and his cock sprang forward. The duchess’ sharp intake of breath jarred Riana.
A moment later, Sir Bryant stood naked and he climbed onto the couch, straddling Riana’s stomach. Her heart leapt into a gallop with his shaft only inches from her mouth. Pre-cum glistened on the mushroom tip, begging for her to lap up the tangy juice.
“Taste me,” he said.
Riana swung her gaze up to his. Was she so transparent that he could so easily read her mind? He grasped her shoulders and moved closer. The scent of musk that radiated from his shaft assaulted her senses. Why was he doing this? Why not just shove his cock inside her and be done with the deed? The duchess hadn’t stipulated that he need draw out Riana’s humiliation. She would belong to him whether he f*cked her in one minute or one hour.