Despising the Duke: A Second Chance, Enemies to Lovers Historical Romance (Lords of Desire Book 2) by Stevie Sparks

Despising the Duke: A Second Chance, Enemies to Lovers Historical Romance (Lords of Desire Book 2) by Stevie Sparks

Author:Stevie Sparks [Sparks, Stevie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2023-09-09T18:30:00+00:00


Annabelle exhaled softly, her eyes rolling back into her head beneath the blindfold. With her vision cut off, every sensation was heightened. His teasing caresses. The brief warmth of his kisses on her bare skin.

“Kit,” she whispered, her mouth opening in a silent cry as he plucked her nipples.

“Do you not like it when it’s my turn?” he asked, a moment before raking his teeth across the pink tip of her breast.

Her cry wasn’t silent this time, erupting from her in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Anticipation rose when he moved to her other nipple to repeat the motion, and she basked in the feeling, balancing on the knife edge of agony and ecstasy.

Kit had all but ravaged her after she’d gripped his cock, pinning her to the bed and ripping her clothes from her body.

Annabelle had never been blindfolded before. Her previous sexual partners had been simple men with simple needs, with the exception of Cornelius Allenby. His tastes touched on being dominated, and Annabelle had discovered that she had an appetite for it.

But to be on the receiving end…

She threw her head against the pillow when Kit caught her legs, bending them back to spread her open. The cool air rushed over her needy flesh, and the simple act of exposure almost made her moan.

Kit’s hands rushed down her thighs to spread her folds wider, exposing her completely. “Do you have any idea of how vulnerable you are right now?”

“Don’t toy with me, Aylesbourne.”

There was a hard pinch at her nipple. “Don’t call me Aylesbourne.”

“Oh!” she gasped. It had been as painful as it was pleasurable.

And then his touch was everywhere; her shoulders, her stomach, her thighs, even her feet, but never where she needed it most. Kit mapped her body possessively, until she was gyrating her hips with need.

“Touch me,” she commanded. It came out more like a beg.

“You’re not in charge tonight, little queen. I’m going to worship you as I want to. As I’ve needed to for sixteen years. Do you know why?” He began to tease her, running on either side of her slick pink flesh but never delving between it.

She stifled a desperate plea. “Why?”

He moved, bending over her until his voice was at her ear and his cock prodded against her entrance. “Because we belong together, Annabelle. Because the broken pieces of our souls fit together so perfectly it ought to be a miracle. Neither of us work alone, do we?”

Annabelle didn’t want to think about it. “Just touch me.”

There was a hard laugh against her neck. “You can’t shy away from it. You can’t outrun this. God knows I’ve tried. Tell me the truth; have you ever gone a single day without thinking of me?”

Her only answer was a damning silence.

Because he was right. Even when she hated him, she craved his touch. Her casual encounters with men like Allenby had been sans strings—which she preferred, because it allowed her to fantasise about the man she really wanted.

Annabelle had remained separate, even from her family.



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