Lady Alexandra's Lover (Sex and the Season #3) - Helen Hardt Page 0,56
of them. “Lady Alexandra, I always knew they would be the most beautiful I’ve ever seen.”
Ally’s heart thumped. Having him see her like this felt all wrong. But it was a means to an end, and she would go through with her plan. She had to, not only for herself, but also for Sophie and her mother.
A shadow approached. Good, Brooks was right on time.
Mr. Landon descended to her nipple.
“Get your goddamned hands off of her.” The voice was low and primal.
And it did not belong to Viscount John Brooks.
She turned and met Evan’s gaze. Excellent. Her conventional stepbrother would see that Mr. Landon did right by her. Everything had worked out perfectly. So why did she feel so violated and ashamed? And why was she wishing Evan’s lips were the ones descending toward her hard nipple?
Mr. Landon looked up. “I beg your pardon?”
Evan grasped Mr. Landon by the shoulders and pulled him off of Ally. “I said get your fucking filthy hands off of her,” he said through clenched teeth.
A dull thud echoed as Evan’s fist slammed into Mr. Landon’s nose. Mr. Landon fell onto the terrace, blood gushing from his nostrils.
A scream lodged in Ally’s throat, but before she could let it out, Evan grabbed her arm, forcing her across the terrace and back into the ballroom. She ran, pushing her breasts back into her loosened corset, trying to keep up with his big heavy strides. Through the ballroom they raced, Evan seemingly on a mission. Ally nudged several people and murmured her apologies, though she was sure those affected hadn’t heard her since Evan was pulling her through so quickly. They reached the front door and he hauled her outside. He dragged her to their carriage, nearly threw her inside, and told the coachman to take them to the Brighton townhome.
He didn’t speak to her during the ride. He didn’t even look at her. She cringed, both fear and arousal bubbling through her. What would he do to her?
When they arrived, he pulled her out of the carriage and forced her up to the door and inside the townhome.
“My lord?” Woods began.
Evan ignored Woods, dragging Ally along to the staircase. He lifted her in his strong arms.
Her heart hammered, her cheeks warmed, and her body throbbed. “Where are you taking me?” Terror—or was it lust?—paralyzed her.
Evan gazed down at her, his eyes afire. “To my bed. Where you belong.”
Ally gulped, still unable to move, unable to resist. She saw no point in trying to stop him. He was an animal, and she was his prey. She wanted to be his prey.
He raced to his chamber, set her down, turned her around, and unfastened her gown.
“My God, you’re so beautiful,” he whispered, turning her to face him. “I want you so much. To see him, his hands on you…” His eyes were dark and smoking as he descended and bit into the side of her neck.
Ally sucked in a breath. The pain of his teeth sinking into her skin twitched through her, followed by a wave of clenching nirvana. Pleasure-pain. She had heard of such things. She had read of such things. But to actually experience the exquisite torture of it… And she ached to feel it again.
“You’re mine, Alexandra.” He brushed her gown off her shoulders and sank his teeth into the soft flesh there.
She gasped again at the pleasure and pain coursing through her, gritting her teeth while she tried to inch forward. Had to get nearer…nearer to his body heat, to his raw masculine presence.
“I won’t ever let anyone else touch you. Only I will possess you, Alexandra.”
He turned her and removed her corset, and soon she stood before him wearing only her chemise and drawers, her legs trembling.
He tore her chemise down the middle and yanked it off of her onto the floor. She gasped again as he made the same work of her drawers. She stood before him naked, while he was still fully clothed, her pulse drumming, her nipples puckered and hard, her sex throbbing between her legs.
He pulled her close and whispered against her mouth, “Tell me you’re mine, Alexandra.”
She opened her mouth, but no words emerged. Inside she was shouting, “Yes, yes! I am yours, yours and only yours, forever!”
He gripped her more tightly, his short fingernails clawing into her flesh. “Say you’re mine. Say it, Alexandra.”
She quivered, and her blood turned to hot lava. “I’m yours, Evan.”