Scandalous Deception (Russian Connection 1)

Tangling her fingers into his thick curls, she tugged his head down, groaning as he rewarded her boldness by branding her lips with a fierce kiss. He tasted of fire and sin and wicked temptation as his tongue dipped into her mouth.

Lost in delight, Brianna arched her back, savoring the feel of his hands as they molded and teased her breasts, his lips as they devoured her mouth.

“Please,” she whispered as he nibbled his way down the line of her jaw and then the curve of her throat.

“Please, what?” His mouth covered the tip of her breast, suckling her with a growing insistence. “Tell me what you desire.”

“I…” She gave a choked cry as his other hand slipped between them to stroke the damp heat between her legs. “I’m not…certain.”

Lifting his head, he smiled deep into her bemused gaze with an expression of such tenderness that it made her heart ache in the strangest manner.

“Then we shall discover together, ma souris, what it is that pleases you.”

Lowering his dark head, he returned to tormenting her aching breasts, those clever fingers finding that tiny pleasure point that sent electric jolts through her body. Her fingers tightened in his hair, tugging the curls as her hips arched off the bed in a silent plea for fulfillment.

She needed…something more.

Almost as if sensing her sudden confusion, Edmond tugged apart her legs so he could settle between them, the tip of his heavy erection pressing at her opening.

Brianna’s eyes jerked open in a sudden flare of unease, encountering the brilliant blue gaze.

“Hold on to me, Brianna,” he muttered, his dark features flushed and a feverish glow in his eyes. “Hold on to me tight.”

She barely had time to absorb his warning when his hips lifted and he entered her with one smooth thrust. She cried out at the sharp stab of pain, her nails biting into his shoulders as her body struggled to accept the raw invasion.

Edmond held himself perfectly still, whispering soft Russian words in her ear as he waited for her tension to slowly ease. Only then did he begin to slowly, carefully withdraw nearly to the tip before pushing back into her.

It was a peculiar sensation at first. A mixture of pain and pleasure. But as the tightness lessened, Brianna found the fullness of his thrusting cock a delectable friction.

“Mon dieu,” Edmond groaned in pleasure, his hands framing Brianna’s face as he claimed her lips in a kiss of pure possession.

Brianna’s own hands slid down the muscles of his back to clutch at his surging hips, her heels digging into the mattress as her entire body bowed with tension. Deeper and deeper he penetrated, her harsh pants the only sound to break the silence.

And then, with a force that she could never have anticipated, Brianna’s entire body exploded with a pleasure that ripped a scream from her lips.

It was a moment of pure ecstasy.

Trembling from the force of her release, Brianna wrapped herself tightly around Edmond, relishing the feel of his swift, jerky thrusts and the startled moans that seemed to be wrenched from the very depths of his soul.

Not at all what one would expect of a practiced seducer.

CHAPTER TWELVE

IT WAS LATE THE NEXT afternoon when the message from La Russa arrived, informing Edmond that he could call upon her at his convenience.

Under normal circumstances, Edmond would have been infuriated by the ridiculous charade that Chesterfield insisted upon. After sending the requisite red rose, he had expected Chesterfield to arrive at Huntley House in a dignified manner. Instead, he had been forced to wait hours before receiving a reply that he was expected to travel several blocks to La Russa’s town house.

Considering the small fortune he was paying Chesterfield, the least

the bloody man could do was rearrange his schedule when Edmond had need of him.

Fury, however, was not what Edmond felt as he joined Boris in his elegant carriage that would carry them the short distance to the recently completed square.

Instead, he futilely attempted to rid his mind of the lingering memory of Brianna spread beneath him.

Mon dieu. He had spent hours in her bed, and still he could think of nothing but how soon he could return to the town house and her lavender-scented temptation.

His potent fascination with the woman only seemed to deepen the more he was in her presence.