What a Duke Dares (Sons of Sin 3)

Of course he wanted to grab her. What she did offended all his notions of command.

“You push me too far.”

She laughed against his sternum. “If you can still talk, you’ve still got a way to go.”

He tugged at her hair, hard enough to compel attention. She stared up past his sharply cut jaw to eyes as black as her own with excitement. He must be gritting his teeth. His cheeks looked tighter than the skin on a drum.

“What are you doing, Pen?”

“Seducing you.”

“Into complete subjection?”

She shrugged, her breasts tingling as they brushed his ribs. “This is war.”

Cam was a man gifted with almost unnatural perception. Even teetering on the edge of control, he recognized that she was serious. “I don’t want a winner and a loser.”

“Unless you’re the winner.” Despite anticipation turning the air to invisible flame, she couldn’t altogether contain her bitterness.

He stared at her. “I want to make you happy. That means we both win.”

How she wished she believed him. With all the longing in her heart, she kissed him. She’d expected rapacious passion, but his lips were tender.

The frantic crescendo of desire fleetingly paused and something else hovered near. Something sweeter, more enduring, more powerful.

Then the moment dissolved as she broke away and

slid down his body.

She took him in her hand, feeling the vital leap of his flesh. The man capable of speech only moments ago responded with a guttural groan.

Listening to her friends describe this act, Pen had been completely revolted. But a quick glance at Cam’s face told her that right now he was in her thrall.

Curiosity gripped her. Curiosity and daring. And a profound wish to give him pleasure.

This was a gift of love. Cam would never know that. But Pen would. That must be enough.

She bent and took him into her mouth.

Cam watched Pen’s silky dark head move down his chest, his abdomen, then lower. All night, she’d stretched him on a rack. Now she tightened the ropes until she threatened to rip him apart.

The nearer she edged to his aching cock, the more frantically his blood pounded. Wanton images tumbled through his mind. Even as he watched her position herself, he knew that a not-much-past-virginal lady wouldn’t use her mouth on a man.

She wouldn’t do it…

His world exploded into a million blazing stars. “Hell’s bells, Pen,” he grated out in shock.

His belly hollowed in despair as with a hot wet glide that nearly blew his head off, she lifted her mouth away from him. “Don’t you like it?”

He focused on her lips. Pink. Plump. Glistening. His brain struggled to comprehend what she did. Or almost did.

“Cam?” Those witch’s lips curved into a smile. He searched her face in vain for shyness or disgust. He saw neither, just a sensual eagerness that made his heart crash against his ribs.

“How—” Dear Lord, why was he wasting time talking? “Pen, you were—”

She laughed low in her throat and he realized that his wife’s days of succumbing in wide-eyed wonder to his worldly experience drew to a close. “You don’t usually have trouble finishing your sentences.”

Damn it, she was right. He wasn’t a schoolboy with his first sweetheart. He swallowed. He still didn’t trust his voice. He swallowed again and grabbed a breath. Only then did he dare speak, hoping against hope that he didn’t sound as bedazzled as he felt. “How does an innocent girl know to do this?”