Free Taming Maria by Rhea Silva Page A

happens among the working class, and even then the parents
often have a say in the matter. No doubt things will change
eventually. It seems that you have ideas ahead of your time.'
    It was
pleasant to be holding a conversation with a man as if they were on
a par intellectually. All too often Maria had endured being
patronised, but Charles was not like that. She'd never had a
brother, and felt that had she been so fortunate he might have been
something like Charles. Then, honest to the point of brutality, she
scolded herself. It was not a fraternal relationship she wanted
with him, but a full-blown sexual one.
    He moved a
step closer and desire speared her. If she had entertained impure
thoughts when at the finishing school, then these had increased
tenfold since coming to London. She longed for Charles to kiss her
so she could test her own response and compare his mouth to
Damien's.
    'Were I your
guardian I'd not let you out of my sight,' he said, speaking low.
'You are too beautiful, Lady Maria.'
    'He trusts
me,' she replied, though not sure if this was true.
    'Then the
man's a fool!' There was mockery and a trace of anger in his
voice.
    'Are you
suggesting that I'm a strumpet?' It aroused her to argue with him,
the air sizzling between them.
    He chuckled.
'That's not very nice coming from the lips of a genteel young lady.
Do you know what a strumpet is?'
    'Of course, do
you think I'm a complete ignoramus?' She did not want to talk or
explain herself or do other than be folded in his arms, pressed to
that broad chest and caressed by those strong hands. If Damien had
abandoned her, then there was no reason why she should not flirt
with another man. She owed him nothing. The tender skin of her
backside still remembered his harsh handling and, though ragingly
indignant at his treatment, she quivered and burned. Would Charles
seek to chastise her? The idea made her nipples peak and sent
ripples down her spine into her womb. I'm bad, she thought, really
bad. Maybe I do have the makings of a strumpet.
    The moon was
rising, filling the garden with blue radiance. Bats swooped from
the bell-tower and barn owls were engaged in hooting and hunting.
Maria wanted to remain like this for ever, and nestled into him as
he drew her close, not caring if he was testing her morals. He did
not take unfair advantage, simply stood there, holding her, then
raised one of her hands to his lips and kissed each finger, one by
one.
    She felt
laughter sweeping through him as he murmured, 'You shouldn't be
allowed out. Much too potent for the male race. Are you aware of
the effect you're having on me?'
    She was fully
aware, recognising the hard bulge distorting the front of his
breeches. Unable to control herself she moved sensually, rubbing
herself against it. He bent and kissed her, their mouths opening
and their tongues meeting while his hands clasped her buttocks,
making them make contact with his cock, using small, firm
thrusts.
    His kiss was
different to Damien's, as commanding, but more sensitive to her
feelings. It was lovely, but lacked that spice of danger associated
with her guardian. His hand wandered to her breast and his touch
turned her insides to jelly. He toyed with her nipples and the
pleasure shot down to her clitoris. He employed both tongue and
fingers to give her the utmost pleasure, so skilled that she became
jealous of those fortunate women who had been the recipients of his
lovemaking before her.
    He lifted her
skirt, cruising up her thigh and finding the downy fork between.
Maria drew in a sharp breath as he landed unerringly on her crack,
parted it and found her nubbin. She was not sure about this
intimate caress. It was too soon. She hardly knew him. Above all
she did not want him to think she was a trollop. As if sensitive to
her feelings he concentrated on stroking her lower belly, brushing
across the curly triangle, wooing her gently as if she was a
nervous filly. It was most persuasive.
    Then like a
lightning strike that