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.Yes, perhaps this would all work out for the best.Feeling more lighthearted by the minute, she began to play a favorite of hers, "Oh, Dem Golden Slippers," then changing the tune quickly to "Little Brown Jug."Chapter SevenFeodora let the back door slam shut behind her, rage building inside her.She would have it all, Alexi and his money.She'd taunted the old lady about the condition of her estate, but the truth of the matter was, she had nothing: no money, no estate, no name and no future.Her father had been desperate to be rid of her.No nobleman would have her for a wife simply because they'd all had her as a lover."Bah! Men!" They were good for only one thing.She liked the stable master better than any of the aristocratic dandies she'd bedded.He was a real man.If she'd had money, she would have never agreed to her father's schemes.Well, she still intended to have it all: the title of princess and the famous lover who'd learned how to give pleasure in a Turkish harem.If she could accomplish the feat, she meant to have both Ivan and Alexi."Ivan," she called out, her voice a sultry purr.When he didn't answer, she bristled."Where the hell are you?"A tall, broad-shouldered man appeared from the back of the stables.His hair was blue-black, his eyes a dark, smoldering brown.At the moment his shirt, unbuttoned, hung loosely from his shoulders, his muscles rippling, sweat sliding down his chest.She wanted to touch him so badly she ached.His smile widened when he saw her.He was handsome, and he knew how to give a lady her pleasure.She was damp with need just looking at the man, her nipples taut, hard buds beneath her blouse.He stepped closer and touched her cheek."Little darling." He smelled of straw, horse manure and sweat, but Feodora didn't care.She ran her hands up his chest, pushing the fabric aside.Her fingers slipped beneath the material, her nails raking over his flat male nipples.With her sharp little teeth, she nipped and teased his flesh."Eager, aren't we?" he asked, a slow grin spreading across his face, one callused hand running up and down her back."But you see, my darling, I've got work to do, and I don't have time for a dalliance in the hay.Perhaps you should come back another time.""This won't take long," she said, her finger shoving the shirt from his shoulders.Stroking his back and his buttocks, she squeezed and rubbed and thought, How could I have waited so long for this man, my lover?He tugged at her loose-fitting bodice until he'd uncovered her breasts and her arms were pinned to her sides by the constraining fabric."How very clever of you, Feo.No underclothes?" His mouth closed eagerly over one breast, his hand over the other.The suction came hard and insistent.She arched back and groaned, satisfaction throbbing within."Ivan." She sighed his name in a throaty whisper."Do it to me.Please, Ivan.Take me here.Right now.""Shameless hussy." His tone was endearing."You love it."His hands were beneath her skirts, molding to her buttocks, caressing her from behind, squeezing, loving her as no other man had."Little Feodora, you must learn patience.A good tumble in the hay takes time." He laughed.His teeth clamped down on her nipple, his tongue teasing her, his fingers taunting her carnal appetites, bringing her so close and then backing off until she was a raging, seething bundle of sexual tension and need."Ivan!""I like my name on your lips," he told her, his voice calm."I want to hear you scream it with pleasure."She writhed in his hands, thrusting her belly against his arousal, feeling the length and heat of him through the fabric of their clothes, and he laughed again."Wrap your legs around me and I'll show you what you've been missing."Intoxicated with carnal need, she instantly obeyed.He walked with her until her back was against the stable wall.A stallion reared his head back and kicked his stall door.Ivan reared his own head back, the air charged with sexual energy."Easy, fella, I'll find a mate for you as soon as I'm finished with my little mare." In answer the stallion bucked, kicking with his hind legs against the wall once more.Ivan pulled at her bodice, the fabric falling away in shreds.Her breasts swayed free, and he licked and kissed her until she cried out again."Ivan!""That's it; show me how much you want me."She unlaced his pants and he sprang free.In one swift move he sheathed himself deep inside her, touching her womb.But he didn't move.She climaxed around him."Ivan."When she stopped, he began to move inside, starting over from the beginning, tonguing her breasts, nipping and licking the crests again and again.Feodora moaned his name once more, and in a matter of seconds she was moving and thrusting herself against him.All she could think about was Alexi and how much she hated him.More than anything she wanted Alexi to see her in another man's arms--in Ivan's arms.She wanted to punish Alexi for daring to bring a mistress to what was soon to be her home.She came then with a shuddering cry.Negligently, he withdrew from her and fastened his pants, leaving her disheveled and on the ground in the stables."Come back tonight," he said, his voice holding no trace of emotion.And he walked away from her.All she could see of him was his broad, powerful back and swaggering hips.Still she stared after him, hating himand his arrogance almost as much as she hated Alexi [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]