Regency Rogues Omnibus (109 page)

“Law,” she gasped, as the pressure of his finger suddenly rotated with purpose over her clitoris. The pleasure seemed to snap in her sex over and over constantly rising higher. Her shaking knees bent upward as her quivering thighs fell open and her back arched over his thighs.

“Lord, you are so hot and wet. I smell your desire.”

“Oh,” she moaned, uncontrollably humping her hips to the rhythm of Law’s finger rapidly circling her clitoris. His other hand fondled her breasts, tweaking both nipples, first one, then the other. Her head fell from side to side as the pleasure curled inside her and her mind became singularly riveted to the sensation of Law’s hands and fingers, rubbing, fondling, and plucking. Then, his finger at her clitoris slid down to her sheath, circling the entrance with juicy sounds, before he plunged it inside. “
Oh
my God, Law!” she cried.

Her knees lifted wantonly upward toward her chest. The fullness of his finger inside her and the stiff rasp against her tender flesh threw chaotic pleasure bursting inside her sex. The absolutely stunning sensation of it humped her hips, pleading for more.

“Yes, love,” Law uttered roughly. “You are so passionate. You like my finger fucking you?”

She could barely speak as the intense sensations flashed through her body. “Yes,” she panted.

“Two.” He promised gruffly.

“Oh God!” Affinity cried with her knees splitting impossibly wide as Law thrust two fingers repeatedly in and out of her torridly clutching sheath. There was a place inside her that she’d never felt before, and each heated friction of Law’s fingers plunging inside her burst pleasure into her core, until she was mewling senselessly.

“Three,” Law uttered, at the same moment he raised his thumb to stroke Affinity’s clit, while thrusting three fingers inside her tight sheath. His entire being was tuned into Affinity’s imminent climax as he watched her breasts heave and her pussy undulate. What thrilled him most though, were her legs thrown widely open to him. The supplication that showed to the ardor he was able to reap over her, filled him deeply. His woman was passionately abandoned with him, holding none of herself back, and giving him everything she had to give. He took her erotic gift and unraveled it as he followed her increasing mewls, bringing her higher and higher.

“Law! Law!
Ah,
Law!” Affinity cried out with her entire body quaking.

Then he felt it, her climax on his fingers, but this time he saw it too, on her beautiful face twisted in pleasure. He kept his thumb rotating over her torrid love button and his fingers plunging into her grasping sheath, as he shifted his upper body, swiftly bending down to shroud his mouth over her gasping mouth. He swallowed the triumph of her climax into his mouth and it buried itself deep inside him. He had never held anything so precious.

Chapter Thirteen

Law was so intensely centered onto Affinity that he’d not realized the carriage had stopped moving, when loud rapping sounds, banged through his hearing.

“Your grace, we have arrived.”

Ah, Lord, it was his footman.
“Go away!” Law exclaimed, much more harshly than he intended because by then Affinity had become aware and she squealed in distress. Her hands shoved on his shoulders as her thighs clamped together strangling his hand. Panic was just on the edges of flashing across her face, and he was going to yell at her to calm down, when his footman added outside the closed carriage door.

“There is a lady here to see you, your grace. Asking for help. She’s with a child, hovering by the stables.”

The momentum of Affinity’s shove pushed him upright and she rolled off his lap. Then she scrambled to the other side of the carriage, to cowered in the corner with her legs curled beneath her and one hand clutched between her thighs, while her other arm shielded her breasts. Her eyes were wide as she looked rather frantically at him, then at the door.

He could only imagine the state of her mind being so close off the edges of a climax. Still, he wanted to exclaim, “What did you expect, we were dallying in a carriage!” Instead, he called out to his footman saying, “Tell the lady that I will be right there.” Then, he looked at Affinity. “Calm yourself, sweetheart, they cannot see you nor will they. My footman would never just open the door. But I must see to this and I need you to remain calmly here,” he explained as he reached for Affinity’s cloak on the floor and he handed it toward her.

She grasped the cloak quickly, looking confused as she mumbled, “Yes, Law.”

“You stay right there. I will only be a moment,” he said once again firmly.

Affinity only nodded as he reached for the door handle blocking the view inside the carriage as he quickly got out and closed the door.

“Leave the carriage there,” Law said to his driver and footman as he turned toward the woman huddled against the side of the stables. He approached her slowly, but it was too dark under the stable eves to tell much more than that she carried a small bundle against her chest.

“S-Sebastian sent me,” she managed through chattering teeth.

“He is a good man, a good friend, he was right to do so,” Law replied softly.

“Me bellswagger pimp wants to take my babe!” the woman cried, then she nearly collapsed.

“That will never happen,” Law vowed as he reached forward to hold her upright.

In the carriage, Affinity hastily put her cloak back on, wrapping it around her tightly. She did not care at all for nearly being caught in the midst of torrid sexual activity. Her entire body shivered with the thought, and she realized she was only so brave in these new sexual adventures.

She reached into her pocket and pulled out a paper she had there, then she unfolded it carefully and laid it on the seat opposite her. It was better for her seduction if she left now, she told herself, even though she did not want to. Really, she never wanted to leave Law again. But she had to act like a mature woman, not a besotted little girl and a mature woman would depart now, leaving the tantalization on the high road. She needed to withdraw to see if Law came to her next. If he came to her next for nothing more than to see her and not to retrieve anything like his journal as he had last time, then he came to her freely, just because he desired to.

“Yes, yes,” she mumbled, that was the way of it, so reluctantly, she opened the carriage door on the opposite side away from the view of the house and stables and she quietly got out of the carriage. Then she silently slipped away into the night.

Affinity snuck past the steaming carriage horses and out the open gate at the back of Law’s townhouse property. She clutched her cloak tight to her body, suddenly wishing for clothes beneath its folds. However, she walked briskly down the shadowy sides of the alleyways and that helped warm her. She continued quickly, until she reached the back of her uncle’s property where her footsteps faltered.

“Oh no,” Affinity muttered. The entire townhouse was lighted. This had never happened before, her uncle went out most evenings, but he always returned quietly to his study, then to bed. Affinity tried to tell herself there could be many occurrences for this display and that she need not be in any of them.

In the four years she’d resided with her uncle, he’d asked to see her only a handful of times during the daylight hours and never once at night. They could hardly be called close to each other. He barely tolerated her presence as a begrudging part of his duty. Affinity had finally understood that her father, before his death, and his brother, were bitter enemies and her uncle’s feelings carried onto his brother’s child.

Affinity bit her bottom lip looking up at the brightly lit townhouse, wondering how she could sneak in now without being caught. “Calm down,” she muttered, admonishing her alarm. “Think it through.”

Really, her uncle employed very few servants in the house and if she could sneak through the back door to the kitchen, then she could hurry up the back stairway to her room. She had to take the chance that the house being blazoned with light had nothing to do with her. Truly, her uncle would not show her that much notice if he found her missing. Still, some unsettling intuition made her stomach queasy as she stepped forward to sneak into the house. All she could think of minutes later was that she might have made it, but that was before she realized it would not have mattered.

Bless Aunt Fuchsia, and so late at night, she’d been as startled as Affinity was when Affinity entered her bedchamber and found Aunt Fuchsia there. Of course, Affinity realized later that Aunt Fuchsia had been ordered to sit there for just that purpose. Then, just as Aunt Fuchsia exclaimed in a high-pitched voice at her entrance, Affinity heard.

“Is that
slut
there, Fuchsia? Get that whore down here immediately!”

Affinity gasped at her uncle’s bellowing voice and the words as Aunt Fuchsia began weeping loudly. “Terrible, t-terrible,” Aunt Fuchsia tittered.

Affinity immediately heard the clomping of what she assumed was her uncle rushing up the stairs. All she could think of was that she was not wearing anything beneath her cloak, nothing else made sense, besides the rising panic of being in danger. Then, her uncle was there barging into her room, as she back away from him. His normally florid face was mottled even more bright red and he carried a long belt in his hand, while his gaze was livid.

“Selling yourself on the streets!” Uncle Redgrift shouted. “Like a common slut! I knew no better offspring would come from my bastard brother!”

Aunt Fuchsia wailed and scurried to the corner, as Affinity raised her hands to Uncle Redgrift as though to hold the force of his rage at bay. “What is it, uncle? What has happened?” Affinity cried, as her uncle marched forward snatching a wad of her cloak as he raised his hand holding the belt.

“No whore! No slut will live in this house! Do you understand me?” he bellowed, and when the belt came down across Affinity’s side, she did not yell out, she was too stunned. Her uncle swung her around, tugging harshly on her cloak, until the tie gave and it pulled free. She did cry out then, wailing in horror, as her uncle again bellowed.

“Slut!” He brought the belt down on her back making her scream in pain as she tried to cover her naked parts with her hands. “Out of my house! You are
disowned!
” Redgrift shouted.

Redgrift used the belt striking wickedly against her body to move her out of the room, down the hall, and down the stairs. Each lash of the belt made her scream and her near nakedness in front of him, the servants, and her Aunt Fuchsia made her die inside with shame, as he struck her back, buttocks, and legs, until she stumbled into the entryway falling onto her knees. It was then through her pain and tears that she heard the damning answer to all of this.

“Lord Hartley
saw
you with half a dozen men set to fornicate at the boxing match!”

Oh God.
The voice outside the boxing match, Affinity thought, as her uncle whipped her body curled into a ball on the floor. Sometime later, her uncle must have stopped beating her and she must have lost some consciousness, because the next thing she knew she was being jerked upright by her hair. Her uncle dragged her through the open front doorway, and then he shoved her, releasing her hair as she fell down the front steps. She landed in a heap at the bottom, and then her red cloak plunked on top of her.

Her uncle was spewing so many horrible things that she blanked out most of them, but one thing she remembered clearly was his snarl, “
Never
come back here, you slut, or I will have you arrested as a whore!”

Chapter Fourteen

. . . I, Affinity Redgrift, do swear before the Lord Almighty that I freely entered into sexual congress with Lawrence Fabier. I swear that I am no longer a virgin having taken my maidenhead on my own to prove my free choice. I do not want, nor do I accept, any monetary or marriage conditions on our affair and this signed missive can stand as clear evidence to that, and said missive shall reside as proof in Lawrence Fabier’s hands . . .

“By god, and she signed a legal paper attesting to it.” Law chuckled fondly, yet what amazed him the most was Affinity’s choice to apparently freely breach her own maidenhead. He remembered seeing the
godemiché
on her bed that night. By God, she was astounding.

“Your grace, excuse me please.”

Law looked up as he folded Affinity’s note and he saw Nell. She appeared extremely upset and the hour was quite late. “Yes, Nell,” he answered, sitting forward in his study chair.

“Mrs. Todd, just came to the back door very upset, Sir. You remember her, she says you helped her years ago?”

“Yes, of course,” Law answered expectantly. He knew Mrs. Todd was the cook for Lord Redgrift. He’d received much of his information about Affinity from Mrs. Todd. And suddenly an uneasy feeling settled in his gut.

“I just knew you’d want to know that Lord Redgrift beat Lady Affinity terrible tonight with a belt! Then, he threw her from the house, never to come back.”

“Oh my God,” Law exclaimed, coming to his feet.

“You see, I saw her tonight, Lady Affinity, sneaking out of the carriage and, Mrs. Todd, knew you’d asked after her.”