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| Red Cloak of Abandon |
This story sets the ringleader of the Lady Rogues, Affinity, in sensual and dramatic pursuit of Lord Lawrence Fabier, the mysterious Duke of St. Martin. Law, whom is haunted by one tragic event in his past, which he now spends his life trying to atone for. He lives a hidden life as the"Benefactor" of London’s prostitutes. His pursuits remain secret, as they must, until one woman starts asking questions about him.
She is the mystifying Lady Affinity, whom he cannot ignore as he catches her rifling through his home, stealing his hidden journal of erotic dreams, and meeting his increasing intrigue boldly at every encounter. Their dance of passion leads them both into the explicit yearnings of sexual desire and adventure that break all their boundaries. HEA, sexually explicit (41,646 words)
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Then suddenly, Affinity’s gaze focused on what Law held up in his hand. It was her diary! She bounced off the bed. “Give that to me! That is mine!”
Affinity stopped at Law’s back as he turned to face her with his hands and her diary behind his back. “And this is your personal journal?” he asked, with his voice dripping in newfound slyness.
“It is mine!” she exclaimed, trying to reach behind him, but each time his larger body turned blocking her reach. “Oh you cannot have that, give it back!”
“Where is my journal, Affinity?” Law asked firmly.
Affinity stopped bouncing around in front of Law and looked up into his dark eyes. Of course, what an idiot she was! Then abruptly she turned and ran back to the bed, diving under the pillow for Law’s journal. Once her fingers curled around the leather binding she turned and rushed back to him.
“I never should have taken this and I do so apologize. I had every intention of returning it!” Affinity exclaimed breathlessly, holding the journal up to Law, who snatched it from her immediately.
Affinity watched Law’s journal disappear behind his back and when his hand returned it was empty. “But where is my dairy?” she started to exclaim, however, she never got to finish, because suddenly Law’s free arm was clamped over the small of her back. He tugged her up against his unmoving body, jostling her breasts highly, as the air jerked from her lungs. Then, his upper body pressed forward, further and further, until the buttons on his jacket were biting into the bare flesh of her breasts and she was dangling arched over his forearm.
Oh dear. Affinity clutched Law’s broad shoulders on either side with her long hair pooling on the floor. His lips were a breath away, over the top of her lips. “I will keep both.” His warm breath seared her lips. “Kiss me,” he commanded.
Then, in her heightened confusion and well . . . to be honest, her arousing excitement, she only really registered the, “kissing,” part of Law’s words. That compelled her, as her entire body and mind were already allured to do, into the kissing him in a most urgent fashion.
However, if she started out the first to kiss, as Law commanded, within one second she was the one being kissed. Consumed was a better word. Oh my God. A mouth that plucked her lips open, just before his tongue swept inside. She moaned senselessly beneath the deeply wild kiss, and she remembered only one instruction coherently from Madam DeJonge’s edification on French kissing. Suck.
Lord, where had she learned that? He should not be surprised, Law thought as he plunged his tongue repeatedly into Affinity’s sweetly hot mouth and she sucked his tongue with abandon. The feel of her dainty inner mouth suckled around his wider tongue nearly lost him again as he carried her back to the bed. Yet this time he kept his will stronger . . . barely, as he kissed Affinity senseless for long drugging moments. He knew that she was completely dazed, when he lifted his lips from hers, because he was nearly so himself.
“If you speak one word of my hidden work as the Benefactor, Affinity Redgrift, I will publish your dairy,” Law said in a deep husky-roughened voice against Affinity’s lips.
“W-What?” Affinity squeaked, trying to drag her mind into clearing her thoughts. She had heard the words, published and diary. Publish, diary? Her eyes popped open, though lethargically.
“Law!” she exclaimed, but her voice was too husky to sound sharp, and she suddenly realized that Law was gone! She propped up on her elbows with a wobble, looking about the room and the open French door beyond. Law had seduced her with a kiss, and then he'd stolen her diary.
