Brutal Prince Bonus Scene (Brutal Birthright, #1.5)(86)

“And this must be the lovely lady we’ve heard so much about,” Coldwell said, taking Lex’s hand. “Black wasn’t exaggerating.”

“He never does,” Lex said, smiling at the commissioner in her charming way. She allowed him to kiss her hand.

“Is that an American accent I hear?”

“It is,” she said patiently, as if she didn’t have to answer that question every single day.

“What brings you to our little island?” Coldwell asked.

“The weather, of course,” Lex replied.

Coldwell laughed. “Well, it can’t be the food,” he said. “Unless you like curry.”

“I do,” Lex said.

“She likes curry and rain! Won’t take much to keep this one happy, Black.”

“If only that were true,” Black said.

Coldwell slapped him on the back and continued on through the crowd.

Black turned to Lex and made a face.

“Sorry,” he said.

“What’s to be sorry about?” Lex said. “Look at this place.”

She gazed around appreciatively at the many fine paintings hung on the walls and the glamorous guests in their dress clothes. A string quartet played from the far corner of the room. Black could see an elaborate banquet table against the opposite wall, piled high with fresh fruit, confections, and exotic-looking finger foods.

“Are you hungry?” he asked Lex.

“Not yet,” she said. “Let’s dance first.”

He would have preferred not to, in front of all these people, but she pulled him to the center of the room without waiting for an answer.

He had to admit, it was easy to dance with her. She spun around so gracefully, as light on her feet as if she really were a ballerina.

He could see the men in the vicinity turning to look at her, and more than a few of the women. The rest of the guests might all be millionaires, but right now he felt like the luckiest man in the room.

The music stopped when the Home Secretary held up his glass to make a toast. Presumably, he was about to extoll the virtues of his wife, whose birthday it was. She stood next to him in a gray gown and heavy string of pearls that probably cost more than Black’s flat, looking pleased at the turnout.

Black never got to hear the speech. The moment the Secretary pinged his glass, while everyone was turning to look at him, Lex seized Black’s hand and pulled him through a side door, out of the ballroom.

“Where are we going?” Black whispered to her.

She was pulling him rapidly down a dark hallway, through an area of the house they were clearly not supposed to be exploring.

“Come on,” she urged him, laughing softly.

“We’ve got to go back,” Black said. “They’ve got tons of security around, they’re not going to want us poking around—”

But he broke off, because Lex had pulled him into another room, some kind of study. It was still too dark to see. She pounced on him, kissing him wildly, pulling at his dress clothes.

All his resistance melted away. He scooped her up in his arms, sitting her on top of the desk so he could reach her mouth more easily. Her lips tasted sweet from the champagne she’d been drinking.

She was kissing him ravenously, as if she wanted to eat him alive. Of all the things he loved about her, this might be the best thing of all—the way she fucked like an animal, completely uninhibited.

She was already unbuckling his pants, reaching her hand inside to grip his cock. He was fully hard already—it only took seconds whenever she was in the room.

Her long, dark hair had come loose from its bun, all around her shoulders. He wanted to rip her dress down too, to get at her breasts, but he knew he couldn’t tear the gown. They’d have to go back out to the party in a minute.

That was the last sane thought he had. She’d succeeded in getting his pants down, and she pulled him into her, wrapping her legs tight around his waist.

Sliding inside of her was like slipping into a vise greased with warm oil. It made him go out of his mind with how ridiculously, phenomenally good it felt.

He lifted her up and fucked her like that, holding her up in the air as easily as if she weighed nothing at all. She was so light, and he was so much stronger than her. It always made him feel like such a man, the way he could lift her, and carry her, and put her in any position.

He pressed her up against the nearest wall and kept thrusting madly into her. He knew she liked it like that, rough and fast.

She came hard, biting into the shoulder of his jacket to stifle the sound. He could feel the waves of her orgasm pulsing through her body, making her tremble in his arms.

He exploded only a minute after her, insanely aroused by the naughtiness of their tryst, and the danger of it. His climax was so intense that it drained the strength out of him, and he could barely keep standing, holding her up against the wall. He had to put her down carefully and lean against the desk to catch his breath.

They were both laughing and sweating slightly. They were trying to be quiet, but they had such a rush of euphoria that it was hard to be quiet, and hard to focus on tidying themselves up once more.

Black had lost his belt somewhere. He got down on his hands and knees to hunt for it under the leather armchairs. At last he found it, halfway across the room beneath a paisley settee.

He threaded it back through the loops of his trousers while Lex pinned up her hair once more. She reapplied her lipstick, using a small mirror from her clutch.