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struck him. Roughly, he pulled the bodice of her gown up so the material covered her as modestly as possible. "Later," he said, promise in his voice. "We'll finish this later."
She watched him blend into the shadows of the alcove just as Velvet walked by. Angela felt as if she'd been used very well, and by the look in Velvet's eye, the madam didn't miss the hard evidence in front of her.
"Well, I'm glad to see you haven't wasted any time. Fifty percent goes in the fund. Make sure you record what he paid you." Velvet's voice was stern, and Angela prayed the madam couldn't see through her schooled emotions into her heart.
"Put the water in Emma's room then go to Lawrence . I believe he'd like to uncover as many of your charms as your hidden lover has just seen. He'll use you well and pay you handsomely. It's an initiation of sorts--or you could look at it as a test. Either way, do your best to satisfy him." Velvet stood back, giving Angela room to pass by and perhaps watching to see if she'd go to Lawrence afterward. She wasn't about to. The thought of Lawrence 's hands upon her sickened her. Her hand touched the knife strapped to her thigh. She would use it if Stevens tried to force her.
~ * ~
Devil watched Angela move down the hall to Emma's room, helpless to stop her and wondering if she'd show up in Lawrence's suite ready and willing for sexual games.
Now that he'd laid claim to her, she'd better not. He didn't share what he considered his. And after this afternoon, Angela was indeed his. True, he'd had to look twice to recognize his angel. Kohl-rimmed eyes and painted lips had kept him wondering for more than a few minutes. It had taken him almost an hour to reconcile the wild, untamed hellion flying recklessly on her horse along the prairie with the prostitute in Madame leBon's house of ill repute.
He instantly liked all he saw. Her breasts pushed provocatively from a low-cut bodice of exquisite red silk. He remembered exactly how they looked and felt. They were lush, rounded globes, just the right size to fit his hands. Perfect rose-colored nipples tipped them. And he remembered the way her lips tasted. He'd also decided that after this night, no other man was going to view her beautiful feminine charms.
The high cut of the gown nonetheless left him straining to see more of her shapely legs and slim, narrow ankles. Her hips flared enticingly to a hand-span waist--
Velvet interrupted his carnal thoughts.
"You are such a devil," she purred, her delicate fingers resting on his shoulder. "You find my newest girl and practically ravish her in front of everyone who passes by." She was stroking Devil's arm, "You know Lawrence gets them first."
Angela had stopped halfway to Emma's room. "Angela, go on, see to Emma. Make sure she's ready." There was a long pause. Then, "Go on..."
Velvet's strident voice irritated Alexi. He wanted the auction to be over. He had other plans for his sweet Angela. He meant to make her his mistress and, if he could convince her, take her with him tonight when he left for the old country.
Devil looked past Velvet to Angela. She looked furious, a spitting hellcat came to mind. Ah, yes, with Angela in his bed his nights would be filled with passion and excitement.
Through the fabric of his pants, the madam touched his arousal. He jerked back, his fists clenched, ready to retaliate. He'd never before been so primed and on edge or furious with a woman. Velvet laughed, a deep, throaty sound that grated on Devil's nerves.
"She didn't give you what you needed. If you come with me, we can finish what she started." Velvet's hands moved swiftly and expertly on the buttons of his pants.
"No," he said, his fingers closing around her wrist in a dangerous threat, his voice cold and hollow.
She hissed but let go. Her chin tilted upward in a silent threat of her own, her bright red lips drawn back in a sneer. "So it's to be that way?"
She watched him blend into the shadows of the alcove just as Velvet walked by. Angela felt as if she'd been used very well, and by the look in Velvet's eye, the madam didn't miss the hard evidence in front of her.
"Well, I'm glad to see you haven't wasted any time. Fifty percent goes in the fund. Make sure you record what he paid you." Velvet's voice was stern, and Angela prayed the madam couldn't see through her schooled emotions into her heart.
"Put the water in Emma's room then go to Lawrence . I believe he'd like to uncover as many of your charms as your hidden lover has just seen. He'll use you well and pay you handsomely. It's an initiation of sorts--or you could look at it as a test. Either way, do your best to satisfy him." Velvet stood back, giving Angela room to pass by and perhaps watching to see if she'd go to Lawrence afterward. She wasn't about to. The thought of Lawrence 's hands upon her sickened her. Her hand touched the knife strapped to her thigh. She would use it if Stevens tried to force her.
~ * ~
Devil watched Angela move down the hall to Emma's room, helpless to stop her and wondering if she'd show up in Lawrence's suite ready and willing for sexual games.
Now that he'd laid claim to her, she'd better not. He didn't share what he considered his. And after this afternoon, Angela was indeed his. True, he'd had to look twice to recognize his angel. Kohl-rimmed eyes and painted lips had kept him wondering for more than a few minutes. It had taken him almost an hour to reconcile the wild, untamed hellion flying recklessly on her horse along the prairie with the prostitute in Madame leBon's house of ill repute.
He instantly liked all he saw. Her breasts pushed provocatively from a low-cut bodice of exquisite red silk. He remembered exactly how they looked and felt. They were lush, rounded globes, just the right size to fit his hands. Perfect rose-colored nipples tipped them. And he remembered the way her lips tasted. He'd also decided that after this night, no other man was going to view her beautiful feminine charms.
The high cut of the gown nonetheless left him straining to see more of her shapely legs and slim, narrow ankles. Her hips flared enticingly to a hand-span waist--
Velvet interrupted his carnal thoughts.
"You are such a devil," she purred, her delicate fingers resting on his shoulder. "You find my newest girl and practically ravish her in front of everyone who passes by." She was stroking Devil's arm, "You know Lawrence gets them first."
Angela had stopped halfway to Emma's room. "Angela, go on, see to Emma. Make sure she's ready." There was a long pause. Then, "Go on..."
Velvet's strident voice irritated Alexi. He wanted the auction to be over. He had other plans for his sweet Angela. He meant to make her his mistress and, if he could convince her, take her with him tonight when he left for the old country.
Devil looked past Velvet to Angela. She looked furious, a spitting hellcat came to mind. Ah, yes, with Angela in his bed his nights would be filled with passion and excitement.
Through the fabric of his pants, the madam touched his arousal. He jerked back, his fists clenched, ready to retaliate. He'd never before been so primed and on edge or furious with a woman. Velvet laughed, a deep, throaty sound that grated on Devil's nerves.
"She didn't give you what you needed. If you come with me, we can finish what she started." Velvet's hands moved swiftly and expertly on the buttons of his pants.
"No," he said, his fingers closing around her wrist in a dangerous threat, his voice cold and hollow.
She hissed but let go. Her chin tilted upward in a silent threat of her own, her bright red lips drawn back in a sneer. "So it's to be that way?"
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