Free 2Rakehell by Debra Glass Page A

hers. “Nothing has been touched?”
    “Nothing.”
    His eyes sparkled with mischievous memory. A muscle in his
jaw twitched. “Whatever your duties at Scarborough Hall entail, see to it they
are immediately passed to someone else.”
    “I don’t…”
    “Precisely. You don’t get to do anything. From now on you
are mine, body, mind and spirit.”
    Her heart ran wild. She couldn’t breathe. “I…I’m afraid.”
    A diabolical, rakish smile played at one corner of his
mouth. “As well you should be.” Grasping her hand, he thrust it down to where
his cock had hardened again.
    Dragging her by the thigh, he pulled her on top of him. She
gasped as he filled her yet again. Desire fluttered in her loins at being so
exposed. With her astride him he could see her breasts and the intimate place
where her body parted to accept him.
    “Ride me, pet,” he told her sweetly. “For you won’t be on
top again unless I permit it.”
    * * * * *
    He should have been exhausted. Instead Adam felt energized.
Alive for the first time in many years. Primrose lay on her stomach, her face
turned to the side, partially obscured by a wealth of honey-colored hair.
    He sucked in a breath at the realization of how truly beautiful
she was. He’d known she was comely of course. But seeing her thoroughly sated,
her irises still dark from the deep hours she’d spent in submission, moved him.
    Her gaze lifted to his as he brushed the lock of hair
veiling one eye back from her face. A sense of pride and possession consumed
him with a ferocity that stunned him. He hadn’t expected to find her so
amenable to his needs, so responsive. He might even pay a visit to the club
with her. His cock stirred at the thought of her masked, collared and in full
view of the club’s other patrons.
    A darker image roiled. As an initiate slave she’d be
obligated to submit to the evening’s dungeon Master. Handing her over to
another for just those few moments was unthinkable.
    How would she react? Would she embrace a new Master?
    Often in the club slaves and Masters traded and swapped. How
would he feel if Primrose chose another to Master her?
    He simply needed to make certain she was his before he took
her to the club.
    He eased from the bed and stopped at the table where the
tray lay of fruit and cheese they’d all but devoured earlier. He selected one
of the few remaining cubes of cheddar, popped it in his mouth and padded to his
wardrobe where he pulled open the doors and then slid the top drawer out.
    If none of his things had been touched then…
    Reaching underneath the drawer, he triggered the hidden
latch then raked back his neatly folded clothes and opened the secret
compartment.
    Gold chains glimmered in the low light. His fingers brushed
highly polished carved wood. Yes. He smiled. All his little toys were
still there. He couldn’t wait until tomorrow.
    “Adam?”
    He whirled to find Primrose standing in the open doorway
between their rooms. Clutching her yellow dressing gown to hide her nudity, her
hair billowing unfettered over her shoulders, she was stunning. His breath
caught, but he quickly remembered their agreement. “Why are you covering
yourself?”
    Her eyes widened.
    “Naked,” he said simply. “Whenever we are alone together you
will remain naked. Was I unclear before?”
    The muscles in her throat worked as she swallowed. Hard.
“No, my lord. You were not unclear.”
    “Drop it.”
    The lemon silk slithered down her body as she released it.
She lowered her gaze, making her even more endearingly coy. His cock stirred.
Dear God, had he turned into a complete and utter mooncalf? Over his wife?
    “Do you wish to take me again?” Her velvety voice caressed
him but he also detected a certain trepidation.
    He turned, pushed in the drawer and retrieved a silk banyan
from the wardrobe before he closed the doors. Shrugging it on he strode toward
her. “Yes. Very much,” he admitted. “But you are doubtless…tender, are