she had discovered it was he in her bed instead of Sir Dunbar. What sort of devil was he to toy with her so? Why not just strip away her clothes and cram his cock inside her? Surely he didn’t think the duchess cared for sentimentality? He dipped his finger below her bodice and she gasped when the warm digit brushed across her nipple. The tip instantly hardened and she cursed her body’s response. She hadn’t resisted his charm earlier. Could she now? Was it wise to try? How was it possible she could experience desire when only two hours after he promised to protect her, he was offering her to the duchess?
The hand that still gripped her shoulder slid downwards, dragging her sleeve below the breast. He lowered his head and Riana met the duchess’ eyes as he closed his warm lips around the nipple. Riana stiffened. The older woman’s forefinger was inside her bodice, mimicking Sir Bryant’s caress. Eyes locked with Riana’s, she yanked down a sleeve, exposing a lush breast. Slowly, she slid a palm along the breast until she cupped the weighty flesh. Riana drew a sharp breath when she lifted the perfect globe to her mouth. Riana jammed shut her eyes as the nipple disappeared between her lips.
Desire shot through Riana with awareness of the tongue that flicked her own nipple. Sir Bryant sucked, and she couldn’t halt a whimper. He snaked his arm around her waist, pulling her against his mouth. She startled as she recognised the steel rod that dug into her abdomen was his arousal. Pain slashed through her. Why should she be surprised that his cock had turned rock hard in scant minutes? He had proven his prowess in her bed. Now he was living out the true fantasy he’d kept hidden in his heart. After he was finished with her, would he force her to watch while he rammed his shaft inside the older woman until he came in a spasm that left him limp on top of her body?
Sir Bryant abruptly released her nipple and straightened. Riana snapped open her eyes and dragged in a harsh breath. He stared as though she was the most beautiful woman in the world…the only woman in the world. But she wasn’t. Another woman, the woman who had imprisoned her in this madhouse, was present, and slaking her perverted desires at Riana’s expense. Pain flickered in his eyes. Was that regret? Riana searched his gaze, but he suddenly lowered his head and kissed her. She remained motionless while he moved his mouth over hers. He broke the kiss and trailed wet lips along her neck to her ear.
“Do not fear,” he whispered.
She jerked, but he held her firm as he closed his mouth over her earlobe and gently bit down. She jerked again, but this time with pleasure. He grasped her shoulders with warm fingers and pulled her dress down her arms. Riana stood motionless as the dress slid past her hips and pooled on the carpet at her feet. A low fire burnt in the hearth, yet gooseflesh rose and spread like wildfire down her arms. She couldn’t prevent a shiver.
“Spread your legs,” he said in a whisper she knew was meant to be heard by the duchess.
Riana jammed her eyes shut and widened her stance. He reached between her legs and slipped a finger into her folds. Pleasure rippled through her. Tears pressed against the insides of her eyelids. She could not—would not—feel desire. He gently massaged her sensitive bead of flesh with his thumb. Riana clenched her hands at her sides against the tightening in her centre. He thrust a thick finger inside her slick channel.
“You are so wet,” he whispered, and she opened her eyes.
He stared, eyes dark, and she was struck with the thought that he had momentarily forgotten the duchess was watching…participating. He thrust harder. Pleasure spiked, but she forced her hands to remain at her sides.
You want me, he mouthed.
He covered her breast with his free hand and pressed his palm against the hardened areola. The urge to grind her nub against the finger Sir Bryant was moving in and out of her channel clenched her stomach muscles. Riana bit down on her lip. If she gave in, the duchess would have her satisfaction, her pleasure. How would Riana keep the bile from rising when the older woman cried out in her release?
Sir Bryant abruptly yanked his finger from inside Riana. She threw her arms around