My Dangerous Rogue - Paula Wong (bts book recommendations TXT) 📗

her like that before.
“You pompous, ignorant, jack ass!” she snapped standing up jabbing a finger on every word. “How dare you do that to me! You insolent-,”
“Watch your mouth Loretta before I teach you a lesson or two.” He hissed looming over her. Loretta’s eyes widened with rage and embarrassment.
“I am not afraid of you rogue, so don’t make any threats on me.” She felt the urge to run away as his expression grew to a dangerous man. His smile was devious and unsettling to the nerves. It took all her might to not collapse on the ground.
He wrapped his arms around her waist and forced her to come closer to him, till his body touched hers. His head bent low onto her ear. “Do you want to test me? I do doubt that you will not like the outcome. Though, knowing what you had done to me before, maybe you would.”
Loretta shivered and fisted her hands on his overcoat to keep herself from losing balance. “How did you find me?” she whispered.
“Wherever you go, wherever you hide, I will always find you.” He slipped his finger under her chin to tilt her head up, forcing her to look at him. “Do you understand me?”
She grimaced. He talks to her like he is superior or something. He needs to get one thing straight; she isn’t like the women who follow everything he says. “No I don’t,” she managed to twist away from his grasp and backed up a couple of steps away from him. “Now if you don’t mind, I really need to be going.”
“Oh no you don’t.” He gave her a smile as he walked over to her. She opened her mouth to say something smart but the words disappeared when he picked her up and threw her up his shoulder. “What are you doing! Let go of me you-,”
He slapped her bottom and she let out a yelp. “Hush darling, you don’t want to attract some people.”
“You infamous rogue,” she whispered dangling helplessly on his shoulder like a little child. His arms clasped around her legs so she wouldn’t be able to kick him. Loretta raised her fists up to hit his back, which he ignored and continued walking till he had reached his horse. Without any grunts or breaking a sweat, he hunched her up to his saddle so her body was dangling on both sides of the horse. “Do not tell me I am going to ride the horse this way,” she exclaimed as he swung his long and powerful leg over the saddle, hooking them in the stirrup.
“Yes you are darling,” he grinned down at her. “It’s your punishment for running away.”
“I don’t want to go back there!” She yelled her hair falling loose from its pins. “Don’t bring me back there Richard!”
“Whoever said you are going back to your estate? You are coming with me,” he stated simply clasping on the reigns and flicked his hand making the horse move forward, riding off into the night.
The pain in her breast came in sharp stabs. She tried not to cringe but she stiffened as another bump from the horse caused her to whimper. It didn’t seem like he heard it, she thought letting out a sigh of relief. She doesn’t want him to know that she is in pain, thinking that she might be a weak woman. She bit her lip as the pain in her chest appeared again. Then again. She balled her fists together as the misery grew.
Then after what felt like an eternity, the horse stopped and he hopped off. He tied the reins on the stable post and brought her down, putting her back on his shoulder.
Something was wrong, he thought. She was quiet the whole trip and even now. He took her into his estate, knowing her, she would be protesting and angry, arguing but still she remained quiet. He got up the flight of long stairs and stopped in front of his bed chamber opening the door and closing it behind him.
Loretta remained quiet, her heart beating furiously. She wanted to say something but she remained still. Her chest still hurt, like it was being stabbed by ice picks. Her skin is now pale and sweat beaded her forehead.
Even when he put a hand on her shoulder, making her back up until she had reached the side of the bed post, resulting her to fall down straight on the bed with him following. His hands were braced on the either side of her head. His weight was off of her, thank goodness.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, his eyes remaining expressionless.
She shook her head. “Nothing,” And continued to look up at him.
“Do not lie to me. You have been quiet the whole ride here. As long as I have known you, you would have protested, especially being in my room.” His voice low and almost seductive he placed a hand on her breast when she said nothing. And a whimper was the reply. His eyes widened. He just realized her complexion. She was pale. Paler than normal. “What’s wrong?” he asked urgently. “Damn it Loretta, if something is wrong you have to tell me.”
Her face slightly grew scarlet, shaking her head she remained silent. Then with a sigh, he bended down to kiss her neck. She stiffened. “It’s embarrassing,”
“Nothing is embarrassing to me.”
Silence.
“Loretta,” he demanded.
Still silence.
“If you-“
“My chest,” she whispered her eyes tightly shut. “It hurts.”
His eyes studied her trying to recall back. Damn it! He had put her in that situation. If only he just sat her on the saddle and not be such an asshole. “Does it still hurt?” he asked softly. She opened her eyes, and was greeted to see a concern look in his eyes. Emotions, she thought dazedly.
He put a hand over her breast which made her wince. A look of guilt was in his eyes. “I am fine,” she whispered. “It is not as bad as it was last time.”
“I’m sorry,” he whispered looking down at her. “I was stupid. I-,” Loretta put her finger on his lips. She had never seen this side of him before. So open, so…vulnerable. “Don’t. I told you the pain is fading.”
What happened to him? It’s like all of his barriers melted and out came a man. A man with care. Is it possible? That he isn’t the man he was before?
No. A man like that cannot change that fast. Especially if it was Richard. “So tell me why you are keeping me captive my lord?” she asked trying to find a way for him to revert back to his old self.
His eyes still held that same look. Never changing. Maybe this was real. Maybe he had opened up to her. Or maybe he was faking it. “I am holding you for your own protection, my darling.” He whispered tracing her neck with his mouth, nibbling softly.
Loretta gasped and tried to sink back deeper into the sheets. “Don’t do that,” she whispered feeling a familiar sensation rising in the pit of her stomach.
She could feel the smile that formed on his lips as he continued to kiss her neck, tasting. “Do what?”
“That.” She let out another in-take of breath.
“Why?” He did it again.
“Because,” she paused, not knowing how to answer his question. Why didn’t she want him to do that? All she knew was it made her feel the same emotion she had felt the other day. It wasn’t a feeling she would want to feel again, at least not with him.
Liar, a voice appeared in her head. You want him to make you feel the way you felt the other day. Just admit it. She shook her head at the absurd thought.
“Because?” He whispered, nibbling on her ear lobe.
Loretta hissed in a breath and tried to remember what she was going to say. The words appearing and disappearing in her mind. “Because I don’t like it,”
He withdrew and looked down at her, their lips inches away. Dear God, he was the most beautiful man she had ever seen. The candlelight sent shadows on his face. It made him look even mysterious than before. His green-blue eyes making a color of a green mist on top of the ocean. His lips so firm and soft, she remembered the scene in the garden. The way he kissed her. The way he touched her. It made her tingle all over.
He grinned. She felt shivers run down her spine, multiple shivers. The way he looked at her right now, it looked like he was going to devour her. Body and soul. He ran his hands on her body. Even through all the fabrics of their clothing, she could still feel his body heat surging, fighting to become one.
“You don’t like it?” He asked raising a brow. “I think there is something I can do to fix that,”
Before Loretta can ask what he meant by that, he bent down and took her lips in his. His tongue urging her lips to open, to invite him in. She closed her eyes, lost in the abyss. Her tongue brushed against his as the kiss deepened, leaving her breathless. Just when she couldn’t breathe any longer, he pulled back and trialed down on her jawline, then down to her neck, exploring, nibbling, tasting her every flesh.
Heat rose from her stomach and made its way up her neck to her face. “Richard,” she whispered her hands automatically making its way up his hair, his soft locks falling when she ran her fingers through it.
He looked down at her blushed face and smiled. “And you told me you do not like it,” his hands working on her dress, zipping down the gown and taking it off. Now carefully untying her bodice leaving her with nothing on but her corset, chemise, and undergarments, her blush only becoming worse by the second.
“Why do you need to wear so many layers of fabric? You would look completely beautiful with everything off,” he whispered as he finally opened her bodice, throwing it on the floor, then kissing her neck unbuttoning her corset until her chemise only remains to show her skin.
Loretta nervously reached up to blow on the candle but his finger was on her mouth, stopping her.
“Tonight there will be no darkness. Tonight, there will only be light.” He pulled away and went to pick up dry logs from the side of the fireplace, placing it on the stage, taking a match and immediately produced warmth through the room. He blew the candle with the breath but the light from the fire still made her see everything. Including his shadowy gaze. He raised the chemise up her body, she helped him by raising her own body off the bed, and then that too was on the floor. Now naked, she closed her eyes as he kissed his way down on the valley of her breasts, she let out a soft moan and lay there without anything to do but to squirm and gasp at his every touch.
His thumb played on her nipple, squeezing gently playing with it until it was completely rose-peaked. She moaned and held him closer. A smile spread across his thin lips. “I thought you said you don’t like it?” He stopped and pulled his hand away. “Perhaps I should stop,”
The rogue! He’s tormenting her. Trying to let her speak, to say do it again. To not stop. Well if she wasn’t so weak and aroused, she wouldn’t have said anything. She would have said to stop.