Lady Alexandra's Lover (Sex and the Season #3) - Helen Hardt Page 0,23

was spoiled now. They’d go back to the Brighton estate, and she’d need to plan another trip to London—one that didn’t coincide with the worst rainstorm in decades.

“This is ridiculous, Alexandra. You and I must marry, posthaste. I’ll not hear another word about it.”

“Pardon?” Who did he think he was? “I’ll not be ordered around by anyone, certainly not by my stepbrother and a second son.”

Even in the darkness, his eyes blazed. She’d gone too far. He was angry.

“You will marry me, damn it.” He rolled on top of her and clamped his mouth onto hers.

The kiss was angry, punishing. And arousing. She squirmed beneath him, trying to free herself, to no avail.

She didn’t really want to be freed. She returned his passionate kiss, opening to him and taking his punishment. No kiss had ever been like this. He was sucking her soul from her, and she was happy to let him. He continued kissing her while he trailed one hand down her arm and toyed with her folds, which were already slick with moisture. When he entered her with a finger, she gasped.

Still he punished her with his mouth, taking, demanding, and she responded, giving herself to him willingly.

She sucked in a breath as, within seconds, he replaced his finger in her pussy with his hard, thick cock.

He pummeled into her, still punishing, and Lord, how good it felt to be taken so roughly, with such feral exuberance. She arched upward, trying to get him to go deeper. And still he pounded into her.

Though still sore from before, his cock inside her completed her, eased the emptiness that so often plagued her. And she shattered, her climax ripping through her like a thunderbolt.

“Evan, oh Evan!” she cried out.

“That’s right, Alexandra. Come for me.” He continued to plunge into her depths, taking her to new heights, until he finally groaned, and with one final thrust, pushed hard into her.

“Damn it!” he said when his breathing had returned to normal.

“What?”

“I should have pulled out. What is the matter with me?”

She couldn’t answer. For the idea that he filled her with his essence aroused her unnaturally. No, she did not want to be with child, but for some unknown reason, she wanted him to come inside of her.

“Don’t worry about it. As I said, the timing is not right.”

“And as I said, that method is completely unreliable.”

She truly wasn’t worried. She planned to seduce Mr. Landon anyway, so what did it matter if she were with child? She’d just tell him it was his.

Her heart seized. None of that felt right. Something niggled at the back of her neck, bothering her about her plans. Still, no reason she could see existed to change them.

“Please, Evan, let’s not worry about that for now. Let’s go to sleep so we can rise with the sun and get the bloody hell out of here.”

“Very well,” he said, turning away from her. “Good night.”

* * *

Ally jerked upward. “Evan, what is that?”

Someone pounded on the door.

Evan’s eyes shot open. “Someone’s here. Stay here. I’ll take care of it.” He moved to rise, but—

“Hello?”

The door opened. Two men stood in the doorway. And Ally and Evan were both naked as babies.

“Oh, my lord. I’m sorry,” one of the men said, looking away.

Evan threw the comforter over Ally and rose, taking a bed linen with him and wrapping it around his waist.

“Do you recognize them?” Ally asked.

“Yes. They’re servants from the estate.”

“My lord…er… We got word from the caretaker that you hadn’t arrived in London, and Lady Sophie was concerned… So we…” The servant’s face turned bright crimson.

Evan cleared his throat. “We’re thrilled to see you, of course. But if you could give us a couple of moments?”

“Yes, yes, of course.” They moved backward and shut the door behind them.

Evan’s cheeks were rosy, and Ally was sure her own visage was as scarlet as the servant’s had been. “What will we do now? He saw us nude!”

Evan shook his head. “I’ll see they’re compensated for their discretion. And if they breathe a word of this, they’ll be dismissed. I feel certain I can trust our servants.”

His voice didn’t sound as sure as his words did, but Ally had no choice but to trust him.

“Come,” he said, “we need to get our garments on. Yours should finally be dry by now.”

Ally’s chemise and drawers had been dry for a day, but her traveling outfit was still slightly damp. Nothing to be done. Either wear it, or go back to