My Lady Captive

Shirl Anders

Lord Wyndham Hawkenge risks everything trying to save Lady Orelan from the hedonistic clutches of an old revival, Alexei Tropov. 

Orelan and Wyndham become ensnared within the decadent halls of Valcourt . . . unwilling players in Alexei's wicked games as Wyndham battles wits and danger trying free the young widow, Orelan. A lady whom he once dared to kiss at the tender age of sixteen, but now commands so much more from.







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Excerpt:

 When Wyndham caught his first sight of Orèlan in the white and gold marbled front salon at Valcourt, he was momentarily rocked back on his heels by the vision of her exotic beauty. Nevertheless, he allowed none of his intense feelings to show other than an involuntary tick on the left side of his firmly placed jaw. The presence of that tick was forced, because a swarthy Arabic man, at the beset of Alexei Tropov, was lewdly groping the lovely Orèlan.

That Arab had one diaphanous sleeve of Orèlan’s plum-colored gown shoved down to her elbow, as he burrowed his ugly mustached face into the supple pillows of her bosom, while he forcefully held her against the wall. Orèlan struggled helplessly beneath him, but the Arab had her wrists clamped behind her back as Alexei watched, from a haute but relaxed pose, sitting in a gilded chair, laughing as he quipped. “Struggle, my beautiful puta, that will only cost our most esteemed Sultan more rubles to bed you, if I allow him.”

The sound that escaped Wyndham’s throat was a low human snarling. He ignored the jarring pain in his right leg and stalked forward, surprising everyone, when he seemed to come out of nowhere to grab the Arab from behind and literally shove him across the room. His voice, when he spoke was a low dangerous hiss. “I have come to claim my marker, Alexei. This woman is mine!”

The Arab hit the far wall as Wyndham quickly grasped Orèlan by her slender bare shoulders. He tried to gentle his hands as he pulled her forward, whispering intently beneath his breath into her startled face. “Kiss me now, you spit fire, as you would no other.”

“Wyndham!” she cried out, with a desperate and emotion filled voice as she flung herself the rest of the distance to him, just as his mouth came down roughly over her mouth.

“Bravo!” Alexei sneered behind them.

Wyndham ignored Alexei as he took his brazen kissing of Orèlan’s lush lips and propositioned it into bedroom passion. Bending her flowing body over his arm as she clutched his shoulders and opened her honeyed mouth to his advancing tongue.

She was more the woman now, in the six years since he had seen her last. Tall, opulently curved at bosom, belly, and hips. But her mouth was the same. It had always been a sensual wish. Any man who looked upon her pouted lips could do nothing less than desire to ravish their erotic plumpness. She mewled, a soft ardent sound in the back of her throat. Thrilling. It was surrender, pleasure, and desire mixed as he twisted his larger tongue around the dainty petal of her tongue, while his free hand curled into the thickness of her black-sable hair. He was lost again . . . that quickly, even when he knew that he needed his wits about him.