Page 44 of His Scandalous Viscountess
“Julia, it is lovely to see you again so soon.” The rich tones of Tariq’s voice only added fuel to the fire of her fury. But in an effort not to cause a further scene, she banked the flames and stepped as far from him as she could.
“Sheikh Hassan, it is a pleasure to see you again.”
He winced. “So formal?”
“Merely proper. We are no longer so intimately acquainted, and I do not believe either of your wives would appreciate a more intimate greeting. May I introduce my sister, Mrs. Rosalind Smith?”
Ros curtsied as Tariq stepped over to her, took her hand, and placed a kiss on it. “Another lovely English rose, from the same bush.”
A low growl from the shadows of the house suggested that Ros was being watched, and that her protector did not appreciate such attention from another quarter. It was a response Julia could well understand and value, as opposed to an accusation of responsibility.
Ros blushed as she stepped back. “Thank you, Sheikh Hassan.”
Then Wolf strode out of the shadows, followed by Flint. The men took up positions by her and Ros’ sides, respectively. Tariq eyed the men with interest, particularly when Wolf placed a hand against Julia’s lower back.
He flashed a predatory smile. “There you are, dearest. Leave it to you to have already met Lady Maccomb’s esteemed guest. I am Lord Wolfington, and this is Lord Flintshire.”
Tariq nodded at each man. “A pleasure to make your acquaintance. And how is it you are acquainted with Lady Wallthorpe?”
“May the good Lord save me from posturing men,” Julia snapped, glaring at each man in turn. “Lord Wolfington and I are engaged to be married. Now, all three of you, cease this childish behavior at once. Sheikh Hassan, I am sure yourwivesare wondering where you have wandered off to. Wolf, another word, if you please.”
And then she strode off onto the garden path, leaving the others to disperse as directed.
“Good evening.” Tariq cast a dark glance her way before he made his departure from the terrace.
A moment later, her fiancé joined her where she stood waiting, furious with his behavior. She heard Flint and Ros walk back into the house before she turned to confront Wolf once more.
“That man has far more serious intentions toward you than a rekindling of your connection.”
The roughness of his voice indicated how agitated he was, but it did little to soothe her ire.
“I am well aware of his desires; however, I have already dealt with the situation.” Feeling waspish about the whole scenario, she did not hold back. “As for you…” She pursed her lips and glared at him. “You were well aware of the terms of our agreement. I shall not be treated like a possession to be paraded about or fought over. You would do well to remember I am no simpering miss.”
Wolf inhaled sharply, his nostrils flaring in the dim glow of the lights from the terrace. “God, you are stunning when you are angry.”
“You will not distract me with such flattery. Your behavior is unacceptable, and I shall not be a pawn in yet another man’s machinations. If you cannot control yourself, my lord, our arrangement must come to an end.”
She let her fury fill each word with a seriousness that he could hardly miss.
“Magnificent,” he mumbled, as he swooped in and captured her mouth with his own.
Unable—or more accurately, unwilling—to push him away, she melted into his kiss. The bruising power of his desire melded with the searing heat of her lust until the two of them nearly set fire to Lady Maccomb’s lovely garden. With their tongues entwined, Wolf walked her deeper into the shadows. Somehow, even as they continued to taste and explore each other, they maneuvered onto a bench and sank down.
After a tug on the front of her gown, her nipples peeked over the edge, drawing first his touch and then his lips. He suckled one rosy tip and then the other, until her breath grew as sharp as the need pulsing between her thighs. With a deft hand, he opened his trousers and freed his impressively hard cock.
Hungry for the taste of him, she reached over and stroked his shaft, making sure to draw the moisture from his tip onto her finger. Then she lifted it to her lips and licked the salty-sweet essence that was all Wolf.
“Fucking hell, woman, you destroy my common sense.”
Then he shifted them so she sat on the bench, her thighs wrapped around him.
A husky chuckle escaped her, her anger forgotten in the heat of passion. Then her amusement was abandoned when he drove his cock inside her with a single hard thrust. Grateful for the ease of access of her pantalets, she absorbed each hard thrust of his shaft as he claimed her in the most elemental fashion. She reached backward to grip the edge of the bench as he pumped into her over and over again, a man lost in the throes of animal need. Her breasts bounced each time he bottomed out inside her as she held on.
And then he pulled out until just the tip of his erection remained inside her. “Who do you belong to?”
His demand caught her by surprise as she reeled from the need to have him fill her once more. Unable to follow his words, she shook her head. “What?”
“Say it. Say that you’re mine. That you belong to me.”
