A Knight of Passion - By Tarah Scott Page 0,28
it had come with the pleasure that spiked. She bucked against his mouth. He closed his lips around her sex and began to suck again. His cock slipped from her mouth as release rolled over her. She cried out. Sir Bryant abruptly sprang to his feet. Her head reeled. She grabbed for him, but he easily broke free and moved around to the arm of the couch and grasped her legs, pulling them over the arm
She blinked. “What—”
He cut her off with a kiss and grabbed the pillow from the couch. When he broke the kiss, he lifted her hips and placed it beneath her buttocks so that her cunt angled up on the arm without discomfort to her back. Sir Bryant grasped her thighs and spread them so that her sex lay bare to him. The duchess stepped up beside him. Riana’s heart twisted. She’d almost forgotten the older woman was present.
Sir Bryant brought his cock to the mouth of Riana’s channel and looked at the duchess. “This is the final step.”
Before either of them could respond, he shoved his cock inside her. Riana gasped at the sudden invasion, her walls closing around the rod as pleasure quickly built again.
No. Not with the duchess in sight.
But he thrust into her, hard and fast, clearly intending to push her over the edge. His chest strained with each measured thrust. Riana shook her head, but he locked eyes with her, willing—commanding—her to submit. He slammed into her. The muscle in his jaw tensed. He gripped her hips, digging his fingers hard into the flesh with each plunge of his cock. Pleasure rolled over her and she knew she wouldn’t be able to prevent her release.
Sir Bryant released her hips and pulled her up onto the arm, hugging her close as he pounded into her. She clung to his neck and buried her face in his chest. If she could stop this now, she would. The memories would be painful enough without this final humiliation. Warm breath on her ear startled her.
“Trust me,” he said in the barest of whispers that made her wonder if she’d heard correctly. “I will not fail you.”
And he didn’t. Her walls convulsed around him, and he groaned his release in unison with her cry.
Chapter Fourteen
Riana didn't miss the tightening of Sir Bryant’s mouth when the duchess instructed her to go directly to her chambers and prepare to leave. He clearly didn’t want her left to her own devices while he and the duchess sought an audience with the duke. He had good reason to worry.
She gave a nod of acquiescence to the duchess’ order that she be ready to leave within the hour. She would be ready to go, only not as expected. Her hand shook on the latch as she stepped into the hallway and clicked the door shut, leaving them to await the duke. Her knees weakened, the feel of Sir Bryant’s cock lodged inside her as her walls closed around him in pleasure so close to the surface that her sex still ached. She forced her legs into submission and hurried down the hall towards the stairs leading to the fourth floor and her sister’s chambers.
Sir Bryant's touch had been light, sweet, then demanding and passionate to the point that she had nearly gone out of her mind with need. A shiver snaked down her back. She had lost control even knowing the duchess was in the room…even knowing Sir Bryant was only using her. Riana turned a bend in the hallway and made a quick right turn up the third floor stairs. It wasn’t that she could perform while the duchess looked on that bothered her, but that she had enjoyed it for the second time.
Riana gave a mirthless laugh. The noble knight had married her because he believed she held secrets that could harm the duchess. But the question still remained—why marry her before finding out what she knew? Did he plan on using Siusan as the duchess had? At the third floor, Riana turned right again and started up the stairs. Determination churned her stomach. She tired of living in fear. One way or another, she was going to find a way to get Siusan out of Arundel before Sir Bryant and the duchess finished with the duke.
She stepped from the stairs into the hallway and slowed when she saw no guard outside Siusan’s door. Surely the duchess wouldn’t leave her unguarded? She inched open the door and stepped into