Sins of a Wicked Duke by Sophie Jordan

Author:Sophie Jordan [Sophie Jordan]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2009-07-21T23:00:00+00:00

Fallon strode swiftly down the corridor, the contents of Dominic’s glass sloshing wildly on the tray. Her face burned uncomfortably hot. She didn’t know what bothered her more. Enduring the sound of Hunt’s voice and crude remarks…or that Dominic was on a quest for some tart he believed to be her!

The sound of muted laughter stopped her in her tracks. A door to the left stood slightly ajar. Frowning, she approached, peering inside, instantly recognizing Lord Hunt’s blue jacket as he backed a woman against dark drapes. Fallon could not see past the viscount to identify her. She stepped deeper into the room, her steps silent on the plush Persian carpet. Hunt dipped his head then, suckling at the female’s bared breasts. Familiar gray skirts—worn by all the women on the duke’s staff—bunched at her waist, below pale breasts and Hunt’s dark head. Her neck was arched, face buried in the drapery. Fallon inched closer, squinting in the gloom.

The servant moaned, weaving her fingers in Hunt’s rich brown hair. “You shouldn’t—” Her words broke on a sharp cry and her face lowered then, granting Fallon full view.

Naïve, flirty little Nancy? Fallon shook her head. Clearly her interest in Francis had not withstood a viscount’s persuasions. The dear, stupid girl. Didn’t she know she played with fire?

“Oh,” she gasped, her head lolling against the velvet drapes. “Lord Hunt! What are you doing to me?”

His low growl floated on the air. “Giving these sweetcakes what they’ve been begging for, my girl.”

“You shouldn’t! I’m a good girl—” Her words were cut off again as he hand delved beneath her gray skirts. She squeaked, but then her cry altered, swung into a low moan.

“Yessss,” she sighed. Apparently his hand was doing something that met with her satisfaction.

“You like that, eh?”

Nancy tugged his head back to her breasts, hardly a sign of protest. Disgust rose high in Fallon’s chest. Eager to leave them to their amusements, she shifted her weight, ready to turn…until the floor creaked under her. Hunt swung around, his annoyed gaze narrowing on Fallon.

“Francis!” Nancy pulled up her dress, cheeks burning brightly.

“Ah, our young sentinel has arrived.” Hunt stepped back from the maid, wiping his lips as if clearing the taste of Nancy from his mouth. “The guardian of all that is Right. Come to break up the little fête?”

“I heard a sound,” she said lamely.

“Yes, well, that happens when you pleasure a woman.” He cocked his head to the side. “Something you probably know nothing about. Is that it? Because you’ve never had a proper frigging, no one else can? Nancy, dear, perhaps you should take pity and entertain the lad here.”

Fallon’s hand curled into a fist. She was right to dislike him. Her abhorrence for his father had nothing to do with it. He was a cad.

If possible, Nancy’s cheeks grew even redder. “My lord!” She darted Fallon an embarrassed glance. “Please!”

Fallon turned, ready to flee.

“Francis, please!” Nancy cried. “Let me explain.”

Fallon did not stop. Clutching the tray, she strode

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