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Falcone took Eden’s hand, leading her up the stairs and along the hallway lit with candles in scones. All the doors were closed, but they didn’t remain empty. Lord Chesterton reserved them for the lords and ladies who didn’t wish for an audience and required the privacy to indulge in their vices of pleasure. The bedchamber reserved for him was at the end of the hallway. The room spanned the length of the hallway, converting two bedchambers into one designed for whatever the master of the domain desired.
He cringed when he escorted Eden inside. His past had left its tarnished reputation painted across every object decorating the chamber. He closed the door and tore off his mask. With his back to Eden, he slid the locks into place. No one could access the bedchamber, nor would they dare if they valued their life.
Falcone turned and found Eden reclining on the divan. Her head rested on her arm, and the mask dangled from her fingers. Her eyes followed him as he strode across the room and poured himself a drink. After throwing back the shot, he poured himself another, filled to the rim. He moved back to settle into a chair close to Eden and stretched out his legs. With a weary sigh, he worked on draining the glass.
Falcone glanced at Eden and found her gaze stayed focused on him. He owed her an explanation, but he didn’t know where to start. He took another drink for courage. “I apologize. I hoped we would make our escape without drawing the host’s notice. If we wait until the early hours, we can leave once everyone has passed out from their drunken revelry.”
Eden twirled the ribbons on the mask, causing it to spin around. The movement matched the emotions twisting inside her. One moment she wanted to revel in the mastery of Falcone’s seduction, then the next she wanted to rant at him about the hussies who attempted their seduction on him. She knew she paled in comparison because of her inexperience.
She had wondered about Falcone’s past. However, after this evening, she held a clear picture of his debaucherous lifestyle. Her only question was if he missed the throes of decadence. After the many sights she had witnessed, she understood how one was unable to release the bonds that kept them indulging in the decadent sin.
“Does it really matter?” Eden asked.
Falcone frowned, unsure what her question meant. “Yes. Your safety matters.”
Eden let the mask slip from her fingers and watched it drift to the floor. She raised her eyes to Falcone. “And my virtue?”
Once again, Eden’s husky question left him speechless. He cleared his throat and attempted a retort, but nothing came forth. He threw back the rest of the drink and tried again. “Your virtue is the most important matter of all.”
“Is it?”
“Yes.”
“Of course it is. It was the very matter of your seduction the entire evening, was it not?” Eden slid her leg across her other one, opening the slit on her dress to expose herself to Falcone.
Falcone gripped the glass, wishing he had more to drink. While he desired to seduce Eden, he didn’t want to ruin her in the very room of his downfall. “My seduction? You are mistaken, Lady Eden. I only played a part, just as I assumed you were.”
He lied. Another fault she could lay blame at his feet, but one he did to protect her. So for that, Eden would allow him the slight flaw. The gentleman held many flaws. Most of them were frustrating, but a few struck her interest to the reason he held them.
Downstairs, her temper had been ignited by yet another lady overlooking her presence at his side and propositioning him. However, she had noted the panic in his gaze when he realized the fairy was Lord Chesterton’s bride. Yet, when each woman propositioned him, Falcone had shown no sign of interest. But his disinterest never swayed them; it only encouraged them to keep trying. However, he had stayed firm with his dismissal of them, much different from how he treated her this evening.
While she didn’t throw herself at Falcone, she still showed her interest in how she responded to his seduction. Each exchange heightened their desire. Lord Falcone didn’t fool her for a minute with his denial. He wanted her. Desperately, if she wasn’t mistaken. The reason for his resistance puzzled her.
She glanced around the room. It spoke of seduction, from the silken bedsheets to the candles shining in a façade of romance. Rose petals trailed a path to the bed and toward a set of pillows near the fireplace. A tub rested near the windows with flowers circling the pedestals. No romance would occur in this bedchamber, only the pure desperation of lost souls claiming peace for a brief space of time.
Eden rose and walked over to Falcone, enjoying how unsteady she made him. She slid the glass out of his grasp to refill his drink. She carried it back to him and slipped between his splayed legs, taking a sip. The whiskey burned a path of fire down her throat and settled in her stomach, where it flared out into a welcoming warmth. She placed the glass back in his hand before she lowered herself to the floor between his sprawled-out legs.
Eden trailed her hands up his legs, spreading her fingers across his muscular thighs. “Playing a part, you say?” Her fingers teased higher.
What in the hell did the vixen play at? Was this her idea of revenge for his crass treatment of her in front of Lord Chesterton?
Her fingers brushed across his cock. Its hardness showed proof of how he lied to her. If she didn’t rise, she would soon learn a lesson on why she shouldn’t tease a man in this sense. However, she remained, her nimble fingers unbuttoning the placket on his trouser.
He covered her hand with his own. “Do not start what you do not intend to finish.”
Eden ignored Falcone’s warning and pushed his hand away, resuming her task. “Oh, but I intend to finish, Lord Falcone.”
Falcone gripped her fingers. “Stop this nonsense, Eden. You have made your point. Now rise and go sit on the divan like a proper girl and wait until we can leave.”
Eden pouted up at him. “Perhaps I wish to be naughty.”
Eden didn’t know what prompted her to speak so scandalously, nor did she care. Her body ached for the touch of Falcone. He had built the passion surrounding them to a fever pitch, leaving Eden wanting him to satisfy her every need. She refused to allow him to change his mind about his seduction. If he would no longer continue, then she would.
Her ruby-red lips glistened in the candlelight, making him yearn for them to slide down his cock and suck him dry. His view as he gazed down at her gave him a glimpse of the bosom that had teased him all evening. The flickering of the light displayed the sheerness of her gown and showed him lush berries, beckoning him to savor them. He sat ogling her instead of stopping her. He lost his ability to resist her when she opened the placket of his trousers and drew out his cock. Perhaps he was more depraved than he thought to allow Eden to service him when she was a complete innocent.
Eden was aware of how wanton she was by seducing Falcone. But she gave him no choice to act the honorable gentleman when he had teased her with his seduction all evening. She wanted to make him forget every woman who had ever propositioned him and leave her mark on him so he’d never forget her.
Her hand wrapped around his hardness and slid it up and down. A deep growl came from him, and she glanced up, stopping her movement, afraid she had caused him harm. Falcone had thrown his head back with his eyes closed. When she stopped, his eyelids had raised but a sliver, and his look pleaded for her to continue. She dipped her head and smiled at her victory.
His cock throbbed, pulsing its own beat of need. The velvety smoothness glided like a dream in her hand. Her thumb brushed across the wet dew seeping out of the tip of his cock, and she spread it out along the length of him. Her action drew out another throaty groan from Falcone. Eden’s tongue brushed across the tip, tasting the slickness.
“God have mercy on me,” Falcone prayed, but he never stopped her sweet torture.
Falcone hovered between heaven and hell. Allowing Eden to pleasure him was the most exquisite act he had ever enjoyed, one that would deliver him straight to the devil for not refusing her. But what man alive would ever stop a vixen this glorious from wrapping her ruby-red lips around their cock? None. Even a saint would sing his praises to God for enjoying such an act.
Eden held no clue what she was supposed to do, but she let her instincts guide her in offering Falcone pleasure. With each of his groans, she smiled and tried something different to draw out more. She remembered the ladies she had watched in the library and how they pleasured the gentlemen they were with. So, she wrapped her lips around his cock and lowered her mouth, drawing him deep within. This brought out a rumble of a groan that shook his body.
Eden pulled him out and stroked him as she caught her breath. She looked up coyly from her lashes and caught him staring at her with such an intensity that it stole her breath away.
Falcone tried to steady his breathing, but she stole the very air surrounding him. Not only the air, but every sane part of him. He would never be the same again. He wasn’t blind to the coy glances she gave him. She wanted him at her mercy, begging for salvation. If he didn’t show his indifference soon, she would see the hold she had over him and relentlessly strive to keep him under her control.
He lifted the glass and took a sip, savoring the fiery heat. He didn’t need it to warm his soul. No, Eden managed that all on her own. He drank to give himself courage not to succumb to the lady’s charms. But as he drank one sip after another, Falcone realized he was already a doomed man. He had fallen for her charms long before he even realized it.
Eden wanted to wipe the smirk from Falcone’s lips as he nonchalantly drank the whiskey. His indifference was false. If not, his breathing would have stayed steady instead of erratic. And his fingers wouldn’t clutch the glass as if his life depended on it. No. Lord Falcone was anything but calm, and she would prove it.
Her mouth lowered over his cock, her tongue dragging along his length as she drew him in deeper. This time, she opened her mouth to breathe in little bursts of air as she slid him in and out. Her tongue teased him, showing him no mercy. The sound of glass breaking and whiskey splashing against her legs didn’t stop her torment. It only increased as he speared his hands into her hair and guided her along.
With each pull of her lips on his cock, Falcone lost what remained of his control. His hands tightened in her locks of hair as she sent him spiraling over the pinnacle of pleasure. Her tongue sent licks of fire to his core. He roared his pleasure when she took him over the edge.
Falcone’s roar echoed around them, rocking the very foundation Eden thought she controlled. But she realized she was as powerless as he was to their passion. When she raised her head and wiped her thumb across her lips, he let out another roar that made her tremble. Her teasing had far surpassed anything she might ever imagine. He stood up, towering above her as if he were her king and she a lowly servant whose only position was to serve him. But when he lifted her in his arms and carried her to the bed, she realized she wasn’t the servant but his queen instead.
Falcone never spoke a word. The lady turned him into a speechless fool. A fool who had believed he held no feelings for her. That she was a means for revenge was another lie he had spoken. This woman undid him like no other.
He stripped the gown from her body and stared at the vixen spread out amongst the silken sheets like the goddess she was. No profound declaration could be made to describe her beauty. Only gentle caresses and soft kisses would do to show the effect she held over his senses.
He started with her lips and then made his way to her breasts. The ruby lay between her globes as a warning to stop. He still had time to act like a gentleman and protect her innocence. But the jewel was also a symbol of the fiery passion they ignited whenever they were near one another. Since he wasn’t a gentleman, he saw no need to pretend otherwise. Especially when he had a vixen willingly spread before him to feast upon.
With a wicked smile, Falcone lowered his head and drew her nipple between his lips. Eden whimpered at the exquisite torture and drew her hand through his locks.
She moaned. “Oh, Falcone.”
He raised his head. “Victor,” he growled.
“Victor.”
He rewarded her by sucking harder on the pebbled bud. Her fingers glided through his hair, and he increased the pressure of his lips. His other hand cupped the other breast and pinched the nipple. She responded freely, but it made him impatient to hear her screams. He lowered his hand to dip into her curls and sank into her wetness. God. She was a vixen indeed.
Victor slid along her body, spreading kisses over every silken inch of her. When he reached her thighs, he made his need known by his command. “Open your thighs, Eden, I want a taste of your sweet cunny. It is only fair I repay you in kind.”
Eden needed no other encouragement to obey him. She was at his mercy. As long as he never stopped, she’d follow his every command. Victor branded her with each kiss and caress. Her legs spread open, and she welcomed him to pleasure her. However, as much as she ached for him to kiss her, she was unprepared for the onslaught of mercy he stole from her with each lick of his tongue.
Victor didn’t see it as an act of revenge as he made Eden tremble underneath his mouth, but an act of worship. As he savored each drop of her sweetness on his tongue, he realized the creation of Eden was for him alone. He slid a finger inside her, gliding it in and out as his tongue dipped along her folds. Another finger slid inside, and her pussy tightened around them, drawing them in deeper. Eden’s whimpers grew louder, and her body moved restlessly, seeking its release.
He pressed his thumb against her clit and held still. “Easy, love. All in due time,” Victor whispered before flicking the nub back and forth.
Eden tried to follow Victor’s advice, but her body made other demands. “Falcone, please spare me,” Eden begged.
He slid two fingers in deeper while his tongue soothed her soft nub. “Now why should I show mercy when you cannot even address me properly between the bedsheets?”
He teased her by blowing soft breaths against her core. Eden thrashed her head back and forth on the pillow as the warm brush of air breathed fire on her.
“Falcone.” She didn’t even recognize her own voice.
He pulled his fingers out of her pussy and raised his head, waiting for her to moan his God-given name. His fingers sank into her thighs as he fought against his own need. He watched how her need possessed her body, taking over with its own demand. But his demand would take precedence over hers. When she spoke his name, it was only Victor and Eden lost in the paradise they created. But when she called out Falcone, it reminded him too much of the friction between them. And he wanted no friction separating them while they made love. He only wanted the sweet sensation of their love embracing them.
Eden’s eyes flashed open, her body protesting at the loss of his touch. Why had he stopped? Her eyes met his, and her heart melted. There were no words to describe how the longing in his gaze affected her.
She moaned. “Victor.”
Her simple reply was all that it took for him to resume his sweet torture. The husky sound of her need as she moaned his name turned his drive to send her over the edge, an obsession he would take pleasure from. There were no gentle nips and strokes this time. He unleashed the passion he kept contained and sent her tumbling into the abyss with each bold stroke of his tongue licking and sucking on her succulent juices. Victor prepared Eden’s pussy for his cock with each tug of his fingers sliding in and out.
Eden screamed when he sent her tumbling, and he licked up every drop of desire clinging to her pussy, whispering calming words to help soothe her trembling soul. Victor rose above her and slid inside, pushing past the slight barrier, and settled himself as deeply as he could. Eden stiffened for a brief moment before she wrapped her arms around him.
Slowly, he slid out and back in. In and out, he speared inside her deeper, his pace increasing. She drove him wild when her legs rose and pressed against his hips. He clasped onto one of them and angled himself to hit her deep in her core, rotating his hips. Her whimpers and moans fueled his demand to possess her.
Eden arched into Victor, and her nipples hardened at the roughness of his chest. A shot of desire coursed through her. She pressed soft kisses along his neck, but they turned hungrier when he increased the rhythm he set for them. With each pump of his hips against hers, Victor settled in deeper and harder. Her fingernails dug into his back, leaving another mark by scratching him. His hand dipped to tease her clit with soft strokes of his thumb, while his cock gave her no mercy and demanded her release.
Eden’s lips branded him while she called out his name and stole the last of his restraint. He plunged inside her, screaming her name as he came apart in her arms. Eden’s pussy gripped his cock with her slight tremors as she joined him.
He rolled over and drew her into his arms. He didn’t know whose body shook more. Hers or his. Victor only knew that Eden Worthington shook the very foundation he struggled to stand on.
Would she still want him when it crumbled around him?