no one has touched her ever since.”
“Yes? But what about her touching others?” Connor’s vision dimmed with the bloodred rage coursing through his veins.
“Yes?” Jaidyn spoke up. “What about it?”
That drew Connor’s attention away from Madame Poivre and his glare focused solely on Jaidyn. His patience was taut and, Connor was certain, it would snap soon.
“Well.” His voice was low, the words pressed out from between clenched teeth. “If you’re into it so much now, and as I do believe I’ve paid them all, I will have my share now too.”
Stepping up to him until their noses almost touched, Jaidyn gave another snort. “If you think that I’d disappear into a room with you once more, think again.” Her smoky voice was low and dripping anger. Connor felt himself harden like a randy stud.
“I’d pay handsomely.”
“Oh? Well, that changes everything, of course.” Jaidyn sniffed, shaking her head.
Connor gave her a devious smile. “Spoken like a true harlot.”
One dark green eye narrowed considerably at him, and that was when Connor knew he couldn’t wait much longer, knew what he’d do to her to punish her for her willfulness, knew he had to have her–
now
. Reaching for one of her wrists, he tugged her behind him, and recalcitrant, she scuttled along.
In no time at all they were upstairs with Connor trying various doors to see which room was available. When he finally found one empty and gaily waiting for customers with candles lit all over the place, he entered with Jaidyn in tow, closing and locking the door behind him.
Jaidyn turned and they both glared at each other again. Her cheeks were flushed in anger, her eyes narrowed, spitting hateful daggers at him. Her mouth was pressed into a fine, pale line.
Connor would have swallowed hard, only his mouth had become as dry as sandpaper at the breathtaking sight. God, she was beautiful. He could see the rage simmering right beneath her skin. When he saw her hands ball into fists by her side, he knew she itched to scratch his eyes out.
Oh, their lovemaking would be fantastic. Hard, sweaty, dirty, just the way he liked it. She’d rake her claws down his back until she drew blood. He’d fuck her even harder for it, stuff her with his cock until she never wanted nor thought of anybody else again.
Someone was banging on the door from outside, wrenching him from his reverie. Connor realized it was Madame Poivre, screaming at the top of her lungs. “I won’t let you do this. Leave at once!”
Without breaking eye contact with him, Jaidyn answered her. “Not to worry, Madame Poivre. He won’t enjoy this. Actually, I believe he’ll never frequent this place again. After this night he won’t be able to use the sad scraps of what is going to remain of his manly parts.”
The banging stopped all of a sudden. Connor thought he heard Madame Poivre’s unexpected snicker turn into a fullblown laugh as she left them.
Tilting his head, Connor felt a smile flick over his face. “Those are your plans, then?”
Jaidyn thrust her chin up in defiance, her scowl spitting poisoned daggers.
“Maybe I should tie you to the bed, then.”
She licked her pouty lips and gave him another of those deliciously arrogant glares, her eyes sparkling like emeralds in the sun. “We both know you’d like that too much,
Captain
O’Driscoll.”
She spat out the title. So she’d reverted to cool distance as she’d probably been taught all her life? That was fine with him. But Connor didn’t miss the breathy undertone either. No doubt she enjoyed their butting heads as much as he did.
“True.” He stated the obvious without remorse, turning to shed his frock and loosen his necktie. “Why don’t you get rid of your dress and make yourself comfortable on the bed on all fours?”
Jaidyn didn’t move. Of course she didn’t. He could bloody well go to hell; she wouldn’t move one finger for him even if he begged her on his knees. This farce was over.
“Yes? But what about her touching others?” Connor’s vision dimmed with the bloodred rage coursing through his veins.
“Yes?” Jaidyn spoke up. “What about it?”
That drew Connor’s attention away from Madame Poivre and his glare focused solely on Jaidyn. His patience was taut and, Connor was certain, it would snap soon.
“Well.” His voice was low, the words pressed out from between clenched teeth. “If you’re into it so much now, and as I do believe I’ve paid them all, I will have my share now too.”
Stepping up to him until their noses almost touched, Jaidyn gave another snort. “If you think that I’d disappear into a room with you once more, think again.” Her smoky voice was low and dripping anger. Connor felt himself harden like a randy stud.
“I’d pay handsomely.”
“Oh? Well, that changes everything, of course.” Jaidyn sniffed, shaking her head.
Connor gave her a devious smile. “Spoken like a true harlot.”
One dark green eye narrowed considerably at him, and that was when Connor knew he couldn’t wait much longer, knew what he’d do to her to punish her for her willfulness, knew he had to have her–
now
. Reaching for one of her wrists, he tugged her behind him, and recalcitrant, she scuttled along.
In no time at all they were upstairs with Connor trying various doors to see which room was available. When he finally found one empty and gaily waiting for customers with candles lit all over the place, he entered with Jaidyn in tow, closing and locking the door behind him.
Jaidyn turned and they both glared at each other again. Her cheeks were flushed in anger, her eyes narrowed, spitting hateful daggers at him. Her mouth was pressed into a fine, pale line.
Connor would have swallowed hard, only his mouth had become as dry as sandpaper at the breathtaking sight. God, she was beautiful. He could see the rage simmering right beneath her skin. When he saw her hands ball into fists by her side, he knew she itched to scratch his eyes out.
Oh, their lovemaking would be fantastic. Hard, sweaty, dirty, just the way he liked it. She’d rake her claws down his back until she drew blood. He’d fuck her even harder for it, stuff her with his cock until she never wanted nor thought of anybody else again.
Someone was banging on the door from outside, wrenching him from his reverie. Connor realized it was Madame Poivre, screaming at the top of her lungs. “I won’t let you do this. Leave at once!”
Without breaking eye contact with him, Jaidyn answered her. “Not to worry, Madame Poivre. He won’t enjoy this. Actually, I believe he’ll never frequent this place again. After this night he won’t be able to use the sad scraps of what is going to remain of his manly parts.”
The banging stopped all of a sudden. Connor thought he heard Madame Poivre’s unexpected snicker turn into a fullblown laugh as she left them.
Tilting his head, Connor felt a smile flick over his face. “Those are your plans, then?”
Jaidyn thrust her chin up in defiance, her scowl spitting poisoned daggers.
“Maybe I should tie you to the bed, then.”
She licked her pouty lips and gave him another of those deliciously arrogant glares, her eyes sparkling like emeralds in the sun. “We both know you’d like that too much,
Captain
O’Driscoll.”
She spat out the title. So she’d reverted to cool distance as she’d probably been taught all her life? That was fine with him. But Connor didn’t miss the breathy undertone either. No doubt she enjoyed their butting heads as much as he did.
“True.” He stated the obvious without remorse, turning to shed his frock and loosen his necktie. “Why don’t you get rid of your dress and make yourself comfortable on the bed on all fours?”
Jaidyn didn’t move. Of course she didn’t. He could bloody well go to hell; she wouldn’t move one finger for him even if he begged her on his knees. This farce was over.
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