Gentlemen Of The Court

Chapter Nineteen

As soon as his lips released hers, she punched at him over and over again.

"Let go of me! I swear to God, if you try anything, I'll castrate you, and give it to the dogs to feed on!"

"Castrate me with what? I'm stronger, better, faster than you. I'd do whatever I wanted with you, before you could even lay your first move" Sebastian mocked, pinning both her hands above her head, so she couldn't hit him any further.

"By God, I wish I was a man. I'd have the same equal strength—" she but out furiously

"If you were a man, you'd have no reason to, in the first place. I don't go around kissing strange men" he remarked

"Let go of me, Sebastian! I know the rough handling of women, does it for you..."

"It would make more sense if you stopped lying to yourself Delilah. I find it confusing, as to whether you're trying to convince me, or convince yourself, that you're not interested and you're not attracted. Because you are both of those things. That much is obvious. It was also obvious in that kiss."

"Vilis! It means Fuck you in Latin!"

"Oh. She speaks Latin. That's something new." Sebastian mused

"I only speak it when I'm placed in a tight spot by impossible thwarts like you! Hoc enim non potui occidere!"

"One more insult from you again, and I'll take you over my knee, just like I did those other women. Theirs, I did it for necessity. Not pleasure. I did it because it was my duty. But yours, I'd definitely enjoy yours. Maybe it'd finally get you to shut up and show fucking sign of respect. And trust me, to your very own mortification, you're going to enjoy it, every bit as much as I enjoy meting it out to you. You think you're different? Don't deceive yourself. You're just like every other woman who comes across me. You want me. You're terribly attracted, and worse, you can't help it. I'm just finding it hard to decide if it's the looks or wealth that did it for you. Or perhaps it was the brutal flogging you seemed to fight me against, that you enjoyed so much?" he replied in a dry, sarcastic voice laced with venom

Just about that moment, she was able to free one of her hands from his punishing grip, and quickly brought it down on his face, the force of the slap making his head bend sideways. Before he could recover from that, she followed it up with more strings of insult

"Bastardis! Alios minus facere malum quia commune aut immundum est! I've hurt others for doing less!" she cried out at him furiously

But he gripped and captured her hands once more in his, his lips lowering and connecting with hers once agaih, effectively shutting her up, as raw passion and desire spiked up her veins. Something she'd never bloody experienced before.

He took her mouth over and over again in an explosion of silencing heat, his dark head blocking out the only visible light in the room coming from the burning lamp stand, his hands releasing hers to land on her shoulders, caressing hard and roughly. The heat was like a red-hot wire shooting through her and she gripped his arms frantically in a last ditch attempt to break the connection. But he wouldn't let go.

Her hands curled into fists and struck blindly out at his chest. In response, he darted a powerful hand under her limbs and flattened her even further to the bed, utterly defenseless.

There was a rich, enveloping darkness beckoning behind her closed eyelids and she knew what it was and she fought it, struggling for breath, for control, for anything that would wipe out the sensations he was forcing her to feel

But her body had become treacherous in pursuit of those same sensations. Her nipples painfully tautened into tight little buds through her gown, more than begging for attention. Her thighs trembled, and every inch of her began to quiver in anticipation.

Excitement was taken over her initial fury, in hot, drugging little spirals that peaked as he stabbed his tongue deep into the moist interior of her mouth..

Her hands rose up of their own volition, to tangle in his hair, and she kissed him back, passionately and widly, twisting up to him to get impossibly closer.

Hard hands wrenched the gown from her shoulders, after quickly and deftly undoing the lace at the front. The gown slid down her arms, effectively imprisoning her once more, and she couldn't bear it, her hands tugging for freedom from the sleeves.

But no sooner had she freed herself, that he pinned her wrists to the sheets with an earthy sound of amusement.

The tip of his tongue flicked over the thrust of one swollen nipple bared to his gaze, and a sob of tortured sound escaped her.

His lips enclosed the aching bud slowly, teasingly, and her back arched, her teeth gritting.
"Nullum! No!" she almost sobbed.

"Yes..." Sebastian replied thickly, exploring the proud swell of her more than supple flesh, with his mouth and his tongue and his teeth until she was thorn from that last shred of control and frantic only for continuance.

He released her hands and eased her out of the dress completely, in one smooth movement, leaving her upper body bared entirely to his gaze, although her lower body thankfully covered by the male breeches she wore. Not that she was in any mood to fight him off, if he chose to dispose her of that as well

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[Just wanted to say a big thank you to goldenroar and orpah08 whose comments, made me decide to continue this book. Honestly, you guys are more than amazing. I can't thank you enough. 💖]