Succumb to Me (16 page)

She felt the touch of his hands on her bare
skin, and then she was lifted off her feet and carried in his
strong arms. He deposited her on the bed.

The rustle of cloth met her ears. She
strained to hear his movement and felt the bed dip beneath his
weight. Winter remained motionless, waiting to see what he would
do.

She was torn between wanting to be saved and
being fascinated by what he was doing. She didn’t say a word when
she felt his hands grasp her knees and pry them apart.

“I’ve wanted to lick and taste and suck your
sweet little quim for hours. I’ve been stroking my cock, just
imagining thrusting it inside you.”

His breath felt like a hot whisper on her
skin. She whimpered, reveling in the brush of his stubbly jaw as he
rubbed his mouth on a course up her sensitive inner thighs. She
didn’t say a word, merely laid there, her arms stretched above her
head as his fingers stroked up her legs to the crease of her
thighs.

“You smell so sweet, my lady. Do you taste as
good as you smell I wonder?” he asked, his voice rough and
husky.

His fingers pried her lips apart. Cool air
rushed the area, warmed immediately by the nearness of his mouth.
“I see you are already soaked for me. Mmmm. Do you enjoy me
touching you, ice princess? It doesn’t matter. You will,” he said,
his voice sensually menacing.

The moment his mouth connected with her sex,
a sharp spasm of pleasure radiated through her core. His sucked her
clitoris into his mouth, dragging his teeth lightly across her
swollen nub until a moan tore from her throat.

“Quiet!” he ordered and then latched back on
to her, suckling her little nub like a confection.

Her hips bucked but he held her down, forcing
her to hold still for his onslaught. When she behaved, he moved his
hands to spread her thighs as wide as they would part, allowing him
ample room to lick and suck her clit and slit. He played with her
wet lips, moving his fingers through them leisurely, torturously.
She bit her lip, trying to be quiet as he pushed not one, but two
fingers inside her.

“You are so tight, my lady. Could it be you
are still a virgin?”

She nodded, moaning as he stretched her
painfully.

“You will not be after this night. I promise
you.”

She moaned as quietly as she could, writhing
on the bed as he pumped his fingers inside her.

“I have to make room for my cock if I’m not
to rip you asunder. You are far too small to accept all of me.”

The quiet, threatening promise made her body
gush. She felt her womb spasm, felt her juices gather, easing the
thrust of his fingers. She could not help her body’s response to
him, and he’d been tormenting her for so long, she found she did
not have the willpower to resist him any longer. Her mind screamed
at her for being so weak, but after finding pleasure in his mouth,
she wanted to discover more.

What would it feel like to have that great
beast tearing inside her? Shamefully, she wanted to find out,
though she could never admit it aloud.

He moved from her quim, crawling up her body.
She could feel he was naked, could feel his hair roughened skin
sliding next to hers as he covered her with his body. His weight
settled over her, and then his mouth was on her breast.

Logan drew her nipple into his mouth,
dragging his teeth across her distended flesh and making her writhe
beneath him. It was so hard to be quiet when all he seemed to want
to do was torment her with his mouth and hands.

With one hand, he plucked and twisted her
other nipple. The other roughly rubbed her clit, keeping her wet
and ready to accept him. She felt his manhood prodding her slit,
parting her folds.

She stiffened, wondering if this was what she
really wanted, but she knew she needed this. Needed to be rent
asunder, plundered, conquered and taken.

“Do you want my cock inside you?” he asked,
pushing against her tiny hole with the giant head of his
manhood.

“Yes,” she answered in the barest
whisper.

“Good, because you would have it whether you
wished it or not,” he growled against her ear. He sucked the lobe
into his mouth and bit her hard, pushing himself inside her tight,
virginal opening.

She gasped at the pain as he broke through
her barrier, tensing all over.

“You must relax, mistress. You will take me.
Take all of me,” he murmured huskily, moving his hand to rub her
clit to ease her mind from the pain wracking her senses and
threatening to overwhelm her.

“I cannot.”

“You will.”

He pushed fully inside, stretching her more
than she thought she could ever stretch. She’d had no idea she
could take something so large into her body, or that she would
enjoy the pain, or that she would enjoy being mock-raped.

The naughtiness of being taken in her own
bed, tied and blindfolded only served to increase her desire.

Logan settled fully inside, and she felt him
bump against the boundaries of her sex. Her thigh muscles screamed
from the stretch around his hips. He moved to grab her hips,
pulling her up to meet him as he slowly withdrew from her body and
began a pushing and pulling rhythm that she’d only felt before from
his tongue and fingers.

This was so much more than that, so much
stronger.

She could feel the veins of his shaft against
the softly ridged muscles of her sex. Her channel clenched around
him as delightful shivers of sensation began trembling through her
sex. He slipped a pillow beneath her back as he supported her hips,
raising her off the bed. The angle sent a sharp stab of pleasure to
shoot through her limbs.

She moaned, gasping for breath. His mouth
closed over hers and he pushed his tongue inside her mouth.
Minutely, she tasted herself, but more than that, she tasted him,
the wild savagery that seemed only to increase her level of
excitement.

Had he done this to alleviate her guilt at
allowing herself to be used as a whore? She didn’t know, only knew
that she wanted to relinquish her body to him and the pleasure he
evoked.

The broad head of his cock pulled nearly out,
paused, then thrust back inside. A strangled cry ripped from her
throat, swallowed by his kiss. Her tight channel burned in protest,
but she liked it. God help her, she liked it.

He burrowed within her slick cleft, driving
her into the softness of the pillow and mattress, dominating her
with his body, his hands, and mouth. She sucked his tongue
hungrily, conveying her desire as much as she could, her hands
straining against her restraints, her body building toward the
ecstasy he created within her.

Perspiration dampened her flesh and his,
making them slick against each other. She loved the smell of him
surrounding her, woodsy and clean and so distinct. She wanted him
to imprint himself on her body, torture her with his flesh.

Logan ripped his mouth from hers, kissing her
lips, her jaw, nibbling her throat as he continued to work the
thick stalk of his cock inside and out of her. He drove her
pleasure to new heights.

Winter fought for breath, panting and gasping
as he surged within her. “Please,” she begged.

“As you command, sweet lady,” he ground out,
taking her harder, deeper.

His lust filled every inch of her. She
shuddered, feeling the ripples of her channel begin as pleasure
mounted her nerves. Shivers assailed her, coursed through her
limbs, traveling through her blood like singeing lightning. Heat
blanketed her, making it hard to breathe, to think of anything
beyond the bliss he drove inside her.

The urge to scream was great. She bit her lip
until it stung from the pressure of her teeth. It felt like his
hands and mouth were everywhere, all over her. She knew she
couldn’t take much more or she would explode.

And then she did. She’d crested the rise
until her body could take no more. Winter could do nothing but give
herself to it.

She was unaware of her long, agonized moans
until she felt his hand close over her mouth to quiet her cries.
Searing pleasure rippled through her channel. She felt him jerk
inside her, and then he grunted, rocking inside her body as an
explosion of warm liquid rushed her womb, washing her with a heat
she felt all over.

She moaned and screamed against his hand,
biting him when it became too intense. Spots glittered behind her
eyelids. Ecstasy overwhelmed her.

Logan collapsed on top of her, breathing
heavily, crushing her with his hardness. Her nostrils flared with
her breath as she willed her heaving chest and lungs to return to
normal. He rolled, coming off of her, drawing her bound wrists down
around his neck so that she was forced to embrace him. He pulled
the blindfold off her head, allowing her to see for the first
time.

Winter blinked at him, staring up at his dark
face, feeling wonder at what they’d just done. She hadn’t had a
chance to feel guilty yet, still enraptured by the good feelings
shuddering through her body. He stroked her naked back in soothing
circles, kissing her forehead and the top of her head, brushing his
lips through her hair.

If she didn’t know better, she’d swear he
loved her with the tender way he touched her.

“We’ve made a mess of your bed,” he murmured,
indicating her virgin’s blood on the sheets.

She shivered. “I’ll just say I’ve had my
monthly early,” she murmured, snuggling into his chest.

“Much as I would love to stay, it is late.
And I must go. Unless you prefer a second encounter?” he said, his
voice a rough whisper that sent trails of delight down her
neck.

“No, it is for the best,” she said, feeling
the loss of his warm arms when he removed himself from the bed. He
untied her and slipped out the window as if he’d never been
there.

Winter watched him go, wondering how she
should feel about what happened. She decided thinking was better
left for another day. She stripped the bloody sheets off, cleaned
herself off, and crawled back into bed, willing sleep to come to
her exhausted and well-loved body.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Winter read the morning news sheets
with horror the next day, blushing ten shades of red in
mortification. In the pages, it hinted at an illicit encounter
between Lord Remington and a mysterious woman in his theater box
the previous night at the performance of
Romeo and Juliet
.

Though no specific details were mentioned,
neighbors of the box heard distinctive feminine moaning and
witnessed his exit with a woman in blue. Winter destroyed the
paper, hoping her mother would not notice its absence, for if she
read it, she would surely make the connection.

Without considering any of the possible
repercussions, Winter immediately left the house and rushed over to
Logan’s townhouse. When she arrived, she hurried inside, ready for
battle.

She found him casually reading the paper in
the dining room. Impeccably dressed in a black coat and buff
breeches, he looked nothing like the rake from the night
before.

Just looking at his sinful lips made
her groin ache with remembered pleasure. She would never be able to
look at his mouth the same way again. It was enough to make the
color rise in her cheeks. How could she have acted that way?
With
him
? In
public
? And then in her
bedroom?

He’d divested her of her virginity and she’d
made no attempt to stop him. Surely she would roast in hell for her
sinful ways….

“Good morning, Winter. You’re early for our
appointment.” He didn’t look up at her but continued reading.

“This has to stop. Last night, we were nearly
discovered. I cannot risk exposure. There would be no reason for me
to even try and get the painting back if that happened. The result
would be the same.”

“I agree it was risky, but it is hardly worth
worrying over now. We weren’t caught. Look—it says ‘unidentified’
woman in blue.”

Winter gritted her teeth, sorely
tempted to snatch the paper from his hands and shred it. “No, I
cannot allow this to go on. I am going to be ruined when it’s
discovered I was with you last night. Look at me ... please.
We
must
end this.”

Finally, he raised his head and looked at
her. His expression was far from casual, however. His eyes
glittering dangerously, his jaw hard, he said, “The deal stands. We
will be more careful in the future. We agreed on two weeks. You
have only a week left and it will be over between us.”

Winter sighed, feeling her anger desert her,
knowing there was nothing she could do but comply. If she was
caught, so be it. Either way she risked scandal. It hardly seemed
to matter anymore which scandal broke over her head.

In any case, the fact that the ordeal was
nearly over swamped her with a multitude of feelings she didn’t
understand—and so she pushed them to the back of her mind. He’d
cast her into a downward spiral, into sin and carnality. She
despaired of escaping whole ... knew the change had already begun
and she would never be the same again.