Page 7 of Abducting his Duchess

“So what if his jewel comes back a bit tarnished? I was far too hasty with my words. Here I’m given a golden opportunity, a chance to be completely wanton. My travel companions think me kidnapped or worse. It would not be my fault if you had your wicked way with me.”

Though we both know this is a game, there’s something almost taboo about the idea of fucking her as someone else and not as her rightful husband. Precum pearls at my tip as my balls clench in need. Oh, we shall definitely be playing this game more often.

“You have but one chance to flee with your sensibilities intact. Run into the forest. If I catch you, I will make you mine, unfit for any other man. Do you understand me?”

“Clearly, my dastardly highwayman. But what if I do not wish to flee?”

“Would you rather I take you here on this public road where anyone could see?” My heart thumps in my chest as she weighs my words.

How I wish she would say yes, but even in my lustful haze, I know it’s unwise for a duke to cavort with his duchess in this manner. Hellfire and damnation, but we already dodged a bullet with our nuptials. It would be imprudent to press our luck in this way. Besides, we’re still on tenterhooks with the Ton as it is.

Still, as I watch her glancing up and down the road, I can’t resist a bit of fun. No one is around to watch as I yank her leg up and around my hip, opening her wide so I can slide my hand up her inner thigh. I pause just shy of her quim, waiting impatiently as she rocks her body close to me in a needful entreaty.

“Do you wish for me to pleasure you?” I groan into the crook of her neck. “Do you wish for me to show you the secrets I can bestow on you?”

“Yes,” she cries out, her hips jutting against me. “Please. I’m desperate for your touch.”

“Then run.”

She blinks up at me, her gaze a touch hazy and unfocused. “Pardon?”

“If you wish for me to pleasure you, then run. The longer it takes for me to catch you, the more your pleasure shall be.” Lowering her leg, I run my thumb across her bottom lip, noting the concern in her eyes.

“Don’t worry, love,” I croon, switching back to my normal timber. “I chose this spot on purpose. You will suffer no harm. Not too far back is a shelter. I will meet you there.” Straightening back up, I put on my affected voice. “But do try to make it a bit of sport for me? If I am to hang for kidnapping one so delectable, I’d like to at least have some fun first.”

Breathless, she straightens her clothes, her fingers fidgeting a touch. But I know it’s no longer fear that makes her quake. Arousal pours from her as she glances back into the tree line. Straightening her shoulders, she gives me a haughty look.

“Try as you might, but I’ve run through forests before. You will never catch me.”

Quick as lightning, she takes off, far quicker than I expect. My cock aches as I watch her dress flit about as she maneuvers through the trees. Keeping my thoughts calm and collected, I take Storm’s reins and lead him toward the small cottage I mentioned earlier.

I’ve inspected the location many times and found it to be abandoned, yet clean. It’s the perfect spot to defile my wife before taking her back to London to start our honeymoon. Taking a small trail, I make record time, ducking around some overgrowth to side up next to the rocky exterior.

Looking into the bond, I monitor Catherine, making sure she still hums with arousal and not fear. This should be safe, but it is England, after all. A small bit of anxiety pricks my heart, causing me to tie up Storm even faster. With a quick glance around the cottage, I make sure all is still set and ready to go before taking off after my wife.

I pull the covering concealing my face lower so I can tip my nose into the air. So far, the only scents I can detect are the vegetation, the animals native to this area, and the alluring dusky rose that belongs only to my wife.

It calls to me, pulling me forward as I work my way through branches and grasses. There should be another path up ahead where my wife will be traipsing along, waiting for me to capture her yet again. However, when I turn onto the beaten earth, she’s nowhere to be found.

The minx is taking her role far too seriously. I never thought I’d have to actually hunt her down. No matter. All it does is make me far more ravenous to taste her pussy, to drink her into me before I make her choke on my cock.

Turning off the path, I hunch down and study the broken twigs and bent grass, smiling as her steps are laid bare for me. Hunting for both food and sport is in my blood, something both Robert and I share. However, hunting for my wife is far superior in my opinion. Ear to the ground, I listen for anything that might alert me to her location.

There. It’s a touch further away than I’d like, but I hear her. Rising from the ground, a snarl rumbles through my chest as I take off. Oh yes. We will need to play this game far more often, but perhaps once we’re at Birchleigh, where I’ll have complete control.

I race through the woods, ducking under low-hanging branches and sidestepping thorns. Pausing, I listen as curse words fill the air. She’s not frightened, just angry. And so, I take my time, leisurely strolling over to her until I see just what has her so wroth.

She twists and turns, her skirts caught in a mass of thorns. Every time she yanks herself free, she manages to catch a different part, rendering her almost immobile. It’s as if the gods smile down upon us, serving her up to me on such a delectable platter.

Smirking, I slip the covering back over my face and make my way to her. “My, aren’t we in a high dudgeon. Does your husband allow such vulgar language to slip past your lips?”

A startled shriek flies up from her throat, but soon her eyes narrow in indignation. However, the longer I stare at her, my arms crossed and my fingers tapping, she slumps a bit, her gaze shifting to and fro. At least she has sense enough to look ashamed as red tinges her cheeks.

“I suppose he would be quite put out to hear me speaking as such.”

“Indeed. A lady should never utter any of the words I've just heard. Tsk, tsk, tsk. So unfortunate I happened upon you in a fit of pique. Shall I allow you to do penance for your actions, then?”

Arousal blossoms into the air as she nods, her fingers still prying at the briars. “I feel it will be for the best.”