resistance with the subtle seduction of hands and lips. But when she opened her eyes she saw only Adam, tawny-maned, silver-eyed, his face hard and inflexible. When finally his hands parted her thighs she lay quiescent, her eyes closed, every nerve and fiber concentrating on the waves of feeling sweeping over her, wild and wonderful, waiting for him to fill her. She couldn’t think, she could only respond.
When she was certain she would die of sweet wanting, he took her fiercely, ardently, driving between her thighs with ever deeper strokes until he freed them both in a burst of ecstasy that left them exhausted.
When Alexa awoke the next morning Adam was gone. And not just from her bed. The dour Hilda informed her that the master had left at daybreak without a word as to his destination or purpose. He was gone for ten days and when he returned gave not the slightest clue to where he had been. During his absence Alexa was guarded by a huge man named Curtis who told her he came from the village not far away. He seemed a simple man, albeit one blindly loyal to his master. It appeared Adam had effectively cut off all avenues of escape and until he released her she was his to do with what he liked.
Following Adam’s return to Penwell Castle he took up where he left off with Alexa, making passionate love to her nightly, most times tenderly. But there were other times he took her roughly, as if to remind her that she was nothing to him but the daughter of the man he hated above all others.
At the end of the first month in Penwell Castle, Alexa asked for her release.
“Not yet, Alexa,” he informed her coldly. “The pleasure your body affords me is still too great for me tolet you go. You’ll be sent back, milady, when I tire of you, and not before.” Then he proceeded to make love to her with a tenderness that left Alexa’s mind whirling with confusion.
Afterwards, she dared to ask, “If you hate me so much why do you make love to me with such … caring?” Her face flushed becomingly at her temerity but for some strange reason it was important that she know.
“Don’t mistake my motives. Alexa.” Adam replied sternly. “It’s your father I want to hurt, not you. You’re just the instrument of my revenge. It’s not in my nature to mistreat a woman.
“I tried. Lord knows how I tried to take you callously, without a thought for your feelings. But it went against everything I’ve ever been taught. Not even a whore deserves such treatment. If I prefer to make love to you instead of raping you, you should be grateful and not question my motives.”
“So, I’m no better than a whore!” Alexa said angrily.
“You said that, not me. What I said was …”
“I know what you said and you’re right. I am your whore.”
“Mistress is a better word.”
“It will make little difference to my father.”
“Exactly.” Adam smiled cruelly.
After that encounter Alexa struggled desperately to curb her response to the devastatingly handsome Lord Penwell. But he was an expert in the art of arousal and she could not resist his tender ministrations. In the end Alexa was the one clutching at his broad shoulders, crying out for release. Oh, yes, he was adept and experienced and Alexa considered his lovemaking more devastating than if he had physically abused her.
Sometime during the second month Adam mysteriously disppeared again, staying away nearly two weeks this time. But at least Alexa had gained a concessionfrom him before he left. He had agreed to allow her outside as long as the bumbling Curtis accompanied her. She readily agreed and was given the sailor garb she had worn previously, for it was obvious she couldn’t walk the wild moors clad in the fragile nightclothes Adam insisted she wear.
Alexa spent hours outside, roaming, exploring, enjoying the waning summer days out in the open. One day she came upon the secluded cove where
The Gray Ghost
had set her ashore. Inexplicably her thoughts flew to the Fox
When she was certain she would die of sweet wanting, he took her fiercely, ardently, driving between her thighs with ever deeper strokes until he freed them both in a burst of ecstasy that left them exhausted.
When Alexa awoke the next morning Adam was gone. And not just from her bed. The dour Hilda informed her that the master had left at daybreak without a word as to his destination or purpose. He was gone for ten days and when he returned gave not the slightest clue to where he had been. During his absence Alexa was guarded by a huge man named Curtis who told her he came from the village not far away. He seemed a simple man, albeit one blindly loyal to his master. It appeared Adam had effectively cut off all avenues of escape and until he released her she was his to do with what he liked.
Following Adam’s return to Penwell Castle he took up where he left off with Alexa, making passionate love to her nightly, most times tenderly. But there were other times he took her roughly, as if to remind her that she was nothing to him but the daughter of the man he hated above all others.
At the end of the first month in Penwell Castle, Alexa asked for her release.
“Not yet, Alexa,” he informed her coldly. “The pleasure your body affords me is still too great for me tolet you go. You’ll be sent back, milady, when I tire of you, and not before.” Then he proceeded to make love to her with a tenderness that left Alexa’s mind whirling with confusion.
Afterwards, she dared to ask, “If you hate me so much why do you make love to me with such … caring?” Her face flushed becomingly at her temerity but for some strange reason it was important that she know.
“Don’t mistake my motives. Alexa.” Adam replied sternly. “It’s your father I want to hurt, not you. You’re just the instrument of my revenge. It’s not in my nature to mistreat a woman.
“I tried. Lord knows how I tried to take you callously, without a thought for your feelings. But it went against everything I’ve ever been taught. Not even a whore deserves such treatment. If I prefer to make love to you instead of raping you, you should be grateful and not question my motives.”
“So, I’m no better than a whore!” Alexa said angrily.
“You said that, not me. What I said was …”
“I know what you said and you’re right. I am your whore.”
“Mistress is a better word.”
“It will make little difference to my father.”
“Exactly.” Adam smiled cruelly.
After that encounter Alexa struggled desperately to curb her response to the devastatingly handsome Lord Penwell. But he was an expert in the art of arousal and she could not resist his tender ministrations. In the end Alexa was the one clutching at his broad shoulders, crying out for release. Oh, yes, he was adept and experienced and Alexa considered his lovemaking more devastating than if he had physically abused her.
Sometime during the second month Adam mysteriously disppeared again, staying away nearly two weeks this time. But at least Alexa had gained a concessionfrom him before he left. He had agreed to allow her outside as long as the bumbling Curtis accompanied her. She readily agreed and was given the sailor garb she had worn previously, for it was obvious she couldn’t walk the wild moors clad in the fragile nightclothes Adam insisted she wear.
Alexa spent hours outside, roaming, exploring, enjoying the waning summer days out in the open. One day she came upon the secluded cove where
The Gray Ghost
had set her ashore. Inexplicably her thoughts flew to the Fox
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