Free Mark of Caine Trilogy: Book One: Hidden in the Shadows (Victorian Villains) by Catherine Lloyd

half-certain of this. The
truth was , Laura was terrified but not unwilling
exactly. Losing her virginity did not worry her, but the method—this Tanner Caine .
His manhood thrust out from a nest of hair between his legs.
    “Stop talking,” he said gruffly. “Close
your eyes. I make no promises. There will be pain and there will be blood and I
make no promises. I am already damned in the hereafter; that will have to serve
for justice in the here and now.”
    “I will not close my eyes. You will not do
this! Tanner!”
    He knelt between her legs, gripped her
knees and pushed them up. Laura was forced back against the cool window as his
dark head lowered between her sun-splashed legs. She could not believe what he
was doing. Tanner pressed his mouth to her moist, quivering sex and suckled her
in a place she did not know existed.
    “Oh, oh my God, Tanner, no, no, no....”
    Her pleas fell on deaf ears. Tanner’s
mouth, his lips, tongue and even his teeth manipulated that most private place
on her body. His hands held her legs firmly apart though she tried to close
them, and the noises he made as he plundered her were alarming and exciting.
Laura was filled with shame for she found she was responding to Tanner’s oral
stimulation. Her body could not help it. When he began to lap at the engorged
bud, flicking, licking and slurping—she felt a pressure—an exquisite pressure
building in her lower belly.
    And then he did not have to hold her legs
apart any more—they fell open, wanton and greedy, of their own accord. Tanner
devoured her sex, plunging his tongue inside her vagina and back out again to
lap that oh so pleasurable bud!
    Laura’s hips moved and mashed against his
face, grinding wildly as the pleasure crested. Her breath rising, her blood
pounding and then she lost herself in time and space until ... until....
    At its climax, she gripped the frame of the
window, opened her mouth and let out a keening cry of pure ecstasy.

 
    TANNER POSITIONED himself between her legs,
holding his cock in his hand. Her fluids dripped from his chin and had soaked
the cushion. Her chemise was open, exposing her young tits to his hot stare.
Her eyes were on his, those ocean eyes of green. She was ripe and ready. A
virgin but ready to take him.
    He gazed at her taut beautiful flesh, her
flawless skin. Her breasts fitted his hand; her little belly was round and
fertile, directing a man’s eye to the carpet of glossy gold and red hair
between her thighs. But her face—she had the face of an angel—conceived in
heaven. He was shaking looking at her. He was shaking in his soul wondering
what she thought of him.
    And then he deliberately turned his marred
face to hers. Tanner pressed his cock against her tight virginal entrance,
filled his mind with every despicable thing he’d seen and heard in his
twenty-nine-years—
    And thrust.
    Tanner closed his ears to her shout of
pain, gripped her narrow hips and pounded deeper inside her, breaking her
hymen. The release, the flood of moisture as well as her tears, signalled the
irrevocable loss of her virginity.
    One thought—a memory—flashed through his
mind. Something she had said.
    “But
that your trespass now becomes a fee; mine ransoms yours, and yours must ransom
me.”

 
    §

 
    THERE WERE few things Her Majesty hated
worse than being kept in the dark. Mr. Caine had not
yet sent word that he had been successful in his mission and a new difficulty
had arisen that made it imperative to silence Laura Mayhew as soon as could be.
    One of her agents had informed her that
Prince Leopold was asking after his tutor, Lieutenant Walter Sterling. The boy
wanted to know when he was going to return to service. Her youngest son had
formed an attachment to the officer in a very short time. It seemed that all of
her children had become enamoured of the dashing lieutenant. But Leopold was a
heartbreaking case. A haemophiliac, he had not enjoyed the rough and tumble of
boyhood and was