Dirty Aristocrat

He walked towards me. ‘Peaceful here, isn’t it?’

‘Beautiful,’ I said quietly.

He stood a foot away from me and looked deeply into my eyes.

I blushed. ‘Has your mother gone?’ I asked to cover my awkwardness.

‘Yes,’ he said shortly.

I licked my lips nervously. ‘I like her.’

‘Apparently the feeling is mutual.’

His closeness and that intense look in his eyes were doing strange things to me.

‘She was nothing like I thought,’ I prattled on.

‘She’s like no one else.’

‘You’re a bit like her, aren’t you?’

‘Maybe. It’s getting cold. We should be getting back,’ he said, taking my hand. Holding hands, we began to walk back to the house. I stole a glance at him and there was a slight frown on

his closed, preoccupied face.

‘If it wasn’t love, it was an addiction …

never a pair of lips made me come back so many times for a kiss.’

– German Renko

CHAPTER 26

Lord Greystoke

I walked into the drawing room and halted when I saw her lying on the sofa. I stopped to drink in the moment. She lay perfectly still, anticipation swimming in her eyes. In the soft

light she looked every bit the peach that I was going to consume and devour. It was going to be another long, long night and I was in no hurry to show her just how bad a bad boy could

be!

‘Got a present for you,’ I said softly and walked towards her.

Her eyes shifted down to the box in my hand. A slow smile lit up her gorgeous face. She sat up and carefully put her knees together. She was a sweet thing, after all. Imagine trying to

keep her knees together while I was around.

I held the box out to her.

‘Thank you,’ she said formally and took it from me.

‘My pleasure.’

She lifted the lid. ‘You bought me shoes,’ she exclaimed, pulling a hot-pink, six-inch-heel shoe from the tissue in the box.

‘They’re not just any shoes. They’re for fucking in,’ I told her.

She blushed a pretty rose. ‘As long as I don’t have to walk anywhere in them.’

‘Only as far as my dick, darlin.’

She swallowed hard and squeaked, ‘I’m sure I’ll be able to manage that.’

I made it over to the drinks trolley and poured myself a very large shot from the whiskey decanter. I turned around and took a sip. The burn was good. It was going to be a good night. I

could feel it in my throbbing cock.

‘Go on. Let’s see what they look like on,’ I urged.

She raised her eyebrows. Saying nothing, she put the box on the floor and took the shoes out. They were gaudy things. The way shoes for fucking in should be.

I walked over to the big old armchair, where my great uncle used to sit reading his morning paper. I sat down and watched her put them on. She had to bend to fix the strap. She looked up

at me. ‘There you go. I hope your Lordship likes what he sees,’ she says provocatively.

‘Come to me.’

She started walking towards me. Her walk was tentative and I’m afraid very unsexy, but fucking hell, it turned me on. Six feet away from me, I said. ‘Easy, baby.’

She stopped, a small curious smile playing on her lips.

‘Lose your T-shirt,’ I instructed.

‘Anybody could come in,’ she protested, panic in her voice.

‘Nobody will come in. My staff know better than to come in when I’m in here with a woman.’

With a small smile she pulled off her T-shirt.

I took a sip of my whiskey. ‘Jeans.

She unzipped and wriggled out of her jeans.

I put the glass back on the table. ‘Bra.’

She unhooked it and flicked it off. Her beautiful perky breasts made me so fucking hard I had to shift around in my chair.

‘Take your panties off.’

‘Are you sure?’ she asked cheekily.

That’ll cost her. She was way too at ease for my liking. I took a sip of my drink. ‘Tawny,’ I warned.

She obeyed the instruction instantly.

Fucking beautiful she was, in her new it’s-time-to-fuck-shoes. ‘Now go and sit on that chair.’

She walked towards the old antique chair I was pointing to. I noticed that she was braver. She had deliberately put extra sway and bounce into her hips.

‘This one?’ she asked in an insolent voice that just made me want to fuck her mouth. It would be interesting to see how long the impertinence prevailed. I nodded and she sat deep into

it, crossed her legs languidly, and regarded me with cool eyes. Very pretty but not quite what I had in mind.

‘Drape one leg over the armrest.’

Her eyes widened. She bit her lip and hesitated.

I raised a haughty eyebrow. That never failed to work.

She took a deep breath and complied.

I downed the rest of the whiskey and looked with satisfaction at her pussy, all opened up and put there just for my pleasure. It felt good to see how wet and swollen she was for me. I

put the glass down and walked up to her. My greedy eyes honed in on her spread pussy. Nectar welling up along her slit. I put my hands on either side of her, hunched over her and licked

the outer edge of her ear.