Naked

26 An angry madam

A/n: Hello everyone!!! Soooo, I decided to review some problems with this story I had since the beginning, so you will probably notice so inconsistencies at some parts. The story will remain the same but the placing will change. I have begun editing as fast as I can in order for you not to lose the flow, but if you would like to revisit the begin in the next few days in order to read the changes you free to do so. 

So the reason I decided to do this was.. well. I am never satisfied with the flow of it because I don't have knowledge of how Victorian England was. So I try to keep it as simply as I can. You might have noticed that the date is never mentioned but I make slight notes of it. 

In the revised story at some point, there will be a more certain date but for the record, I always imagined it in the 1840-50s decade. 

I have hope that I will have at least the first ten chapters revised by Sunday so if anyone wants to take a look plz do so, and if you notice anything that I missed in line comment! 

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Enjoy!!!!!

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After I made sure that the room was empty I made him aware of my presence exiting my little hiding place in the dark corner. I licked my lips in anticipation and waited for him to raise his head and see me.

He didn't take long nor he seemed surprised by my appearance. Slowly his head turned from where he was looking and then he scanned me with a heated gaze. From toe to the last strand of unruly hair that tumbled on my shoulders he weighed me with only our calm breaths reverberating through the walls.

A small knowing smirk split his lips and the ever gorgeous little wrinkles appeared around his eyes as the skin around them bunched. Of course, he wasn't surprised to see me there, hidden in the shadows.

If not he knew I was always somewhere eavesdropping.

'I hope this bad habit of yours will cease at some point. Though then you would be unpredictable to me.' he said and stalked his way to me, the never fading scowl etched on his beautiful features. He stopped in front of me just for a moment. The double blues scanning my face briefly before he bent at the waist and threw me over his shoulder.

'Let's go back and hide you, woman. I don't want him to take advantage of you being injured.' he patted me on the arse making me chuckle.

I did not scream, I did not fight. I let him carry me all the way up to his room where he unceremoniously flung me to the bed. I grunted and heaved when I struck the mattress but otherwise remained silent.

I could sense the change in his demeanour without trying and what he emanated made the excitement start coursing through my veins.

I perched myself on my elbows to take a look at my man while dislodging a strand of hair that found its way in my mouth. It was strange how my mind accepted him so fast. My man. Hmm.

He looked ravishing. His clothes were a mess, his hair tousled. Even though his bearing showed signs of fatigue his eyes... they glimmered with heat.

He stood right before me in the exact place where he had tossed me. He was drilling holes in me with his gaze as he scanned the expanse of my body. I could tell that he wasn't angry just... territorial.

It was now clear to me he got rilled up at the thought of someone else touching me.

I took a good look at my jealous man and noticed something different in him right then. His was agonising in his head and seemed frustrated about it.