by Diana Castle
“Admit your guilt, Lady Fairchild.”
“I have.” Tears trickled along her cheeks and onto her lips. She licked at the salty taste. “I loved Edmund and I wished he had not died. I mourn him every day.”
“I’m not talking about Lord Fairchild.”
“Then what—?”
His hand fell hard onto her right cheek, followed quickly by another and then another.
Rowena cried out, squirming against his legs. What did he want her to admit to? Her involvement regarding his frustration to prove her guilty of having murdered her husband?
“Inspector?”
He struck her rear again, and the heated throbbing of her buttocks was becoming unbearable. The stinging blows came again and again, the inspector’s hard palm moving quickly from cheek to cheek.
Rowena rubbed her cunt against his trousers, no doubt leaving a wet spot on them.
“Oh, God, Oh God!”
She moaned throatily as her orgasm gripped her, waves of bliss undulating fiercely in her womb. She dug her fingers into the ottoman and bucked her hips, riding her climax the way she rode her horse, her thighs tight and hard.
Maxwell leaned over and kissed the burning welts on her buttocks and the touch of his mouth on her heated flesh made her come again.
Afterwards, Rowena lay exhausted and limp across his lap as she struggled to regain her composure. Once she had, she pushed herself up until she was sitting next to him.
He looked over at her, the feral lust in his eyes brutally pure. Then he smiled and those chocolate drop eyes of his warmed. He put his arm about her shoulder and pulled her against his side.
She smoothed the front of his pristinely white shirt. “Inspector?”
“Yes?”
“You do believe I am innocent of my husband’s death, don’t you?”
He looked down at her for a long moment. Then he curtly nodded.
“Then what did you mean about my guilt?”
“Your guilt?” His hand moved along her bare thighs then slipped around to her stinging buttocks. “Oh, yes. That.”
He lowered his head, his lips brushing across hers. “I wanted you to admit your guilt regarding me.”
“Regarding you?”
“You’ve wanted me from the first moment you met me.”
Rowena smiled. “Guilt such as that is easy enough to admit.” She looked up at him from under her lashes. “What about you?”
He frowned. “What do you mean?”
“Didn’t you feel guilty for wanting me and yet doing all you could to prove I was responsible for my husband’s death?”
“I was doing my job.”
“Your job. Yes, of course.”
Rowena moved her hand along his hard thigh and up to the front of his trousers. His cock was long and thick beneath it. She squeezed it, impressed by its length.
He made a low sound in his throat. “But yes. I will admit. I did feel some guilt.”
“Then you should be punished for it, don’t you think?”
He stared at her, his face impassive but she saw the dark excitement leaping in his eyes like flames.
Rowena quickly undid the front of his trousers and slid her hand inside. His cock leapt against her palm, stiffly eager. She licked her lips. “Hmmm, it’s so thick. So hard. And so very, very long.” She wrapped her hand around it and slowly stroked.
“Lady Fairchild—”
“Don’t you think we’ve moved beyond your addressing me as Lady Fairchild.”
“Yes, I believe we have, Rowena,” His throat worked and he leaned his head against the back of the ottoman as her hand slithered briskly up and down his cock. “Yes, oh, yes, my sweet Delilah.”
Her eyes widened. “What did you say?”
He looked down at her and smiled. “You are a beguiling temptress. And consequently you have made me your slave.”
“As I am yours, William.”
“You should know—”
He stopped, breath hissing between his teeth. Rowena’s palm now encircled the bulbous head of his cock. He groaned and closed his eyes.
“You should know that although I believe you are innocent of murdering your husband I still hold you culpable for his death.”
“Really?” Rowena rubbed his cock harder.
He opened his eyes and looked at her. “Therefore, you will be punished for it. Daily.”
Rowena stopped stroking his cock, her insides quivering. “Daily you said?”
He nodded, his mouth hard but his eyes soft.
She smiled. “How utterly delicious.”
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Other Books by Diana Castle
UNDER HIS HANDS
Book 1 of her Erotic Western Trilogy
TEMPTATION
Book 2 of her Erotic Western Trilogy
SILK
Volume I - Erotic Stories of Love and Lust
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Volume II - Erotic Stories of Domination and Submission
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An Erotic Novel of Timeless Love
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Dark, delicious, romantic and, most of all, erotic. These are just some of the words that describe Diana Castle’s stories. She torches the pages with hot-blooded sex, inspiring romance and enticing fantasy. Her stories range from the past, the present and into the far-flung future. Dukes, pirates, cowboys; werewolves, captains of industry or of starships. She loves writing about them all. And all her stores share the same smoldering sensuality and rousing adventure.
Under the name Anna Black, she’s had short erotic stories published in anthologies published by Simon & Schuster, Cleis Press, Logical Lust, Blue Moon, and Running Press and edited by Zane, Alison Tyler, Cecilia Tan, Lori Perkins, Maxim Jakubowski and D.L. King
When Diana isn’t writing (which is pretty much all the time), she works part-time for the government, reads and collects tarot cards, watches old B&W movies from Hollywood’s Golden Age and enjoys reading whatever she can get her hot, little hands on.
Her favorite movies include Inception, The Artist, Serenity, Avatar and The Lord of the Rings trilogy. She’s a major science fiction/fantasy fan and loves attending conventions. If she had to choose which House she’d like to be from in the HBO series Game of Thrones, it would be House Targaryen. Love those dragons!
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