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FORBIDDEN PLACE 9
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Wild Desire FORBIDDEN PLACE 10
When he withdrew, he kept his arms round her, his wet cock cooling against her belly. 'You’re OK,’ he murmured, his face radiant. 'You’re not so bad youself.’ With a smile, Karen moved so that his softening prick slipped away from her. She bent and retrieved her panties, stepping into them and then smoothed down her creased skirt. He tucked his penis away and zipped up. ‘I’d like to see you again,’ he said, with a disarming grin. 'I'm not looking for commitment,’ she warned, pushed her fingers upwards through her hair, fluffing it out. ‘And I’m not offering it.' He mounted the Harley. ‘Can I give you a lift anywhere?’ ‘I was on my way to Dower House.’ She got up behind him. ‘One of Lord Burnet’s women?’ She could not read his expression through the visor. ‘No. I’m working in the Blackwood library.’ ‘Good.’ ‘D’you know him?’ Karen fastened the chin strap of her helmet. ‘Yep. My dad owns Cassey’s Garage and we service his cars.’ ‘And the women? D’you know them, too?’ He nodd
Wild Desire FORBIDDEN PLACE 11
KAREN AND ARMINA cantered across the wide stretch of land joining the cliff tops. The wind was fresh, blowing from the sea, which rolled in remorselessly, pounding and crashing on the rocks far below. Huge clouds threw swiftly moving shadows over the mighty expanse of green water. Patches of sunlight broke through to cast a radiance on the curling white breakers. It was Saturday, and Karen had escaped the stuffy library, accepting Armina’s invitation to ride. She had brought equestrian kit with her, and Tayte Penwarden had fixed her up with a lively mare. Now she turned in the saddle and shouted to Armina, ‘I'll race you.’ Armina grinned, leaning over to slap her impatient mount’s finely arched neck gently. ‘All right. Where’s the finishing line?’ Karen pointed to a clump of stunted trees. ‘Over there!’ Her mare fidgeted restlessly, sensing a gallop. They shot off, two speeding arrows, one piebald, the other grey. Karen loved being in the saddle again. She had ridden since she was
Wild Desire FORBIDDEN PLACE 12
Flinging open the door of the walk-in wardrobe, she scanned the rows of clothes. Which should it be? This was, after all, an important occasion. She pulled out a green crushed-velvet number from an exclusive fashion house, a wickedly expensive extravaganza, consisting of a long-sleeved bodice with a plunging cleavage. This fastened at the back with tiny ball buttons and had a slinky ankle-length skirt which opened to her stocking tops on one side. Karen wriggled into it and surveyed herself critically. It was daring but suitable for a dinner party at a baronial hall - though from Tayte’s hints, she gathered this bash was hardly likely to be a formal affair. She felt good in the dress, and the colour was just right for her. After moisturising her face and adding a touch of blusher, she brushed her lashes with greenish mascara, added moss eye shadow, then carefully outlined her mouth with carmine. She switched on the hair drier and bent her head, letting her hair fall forward as she s
Wild Desire FORBIDDEN PLACE 13
IT’S NOT EXACTLY fear I'm experiencing, Karen thought as she allowed Sinclair to guide her through a little door hidden in the shadow of the stairs. Slight apprehension perhaps. No one can hurt me, Kan made sure of that. I'd react automatically. Even an assailant brandishing a knife would be floored in a couple of swift moves, with a broken arm. The blood was singing in her veins, alert for further sensations. The buzz was tremendous — lust, wounded pride, even the stirrings of an emotion as yet unnamed regarding Mallory. No, it wasn’t he who led her along so subtly, hand touching her shoulder, fingers skimming across her bare arm, then alighting at the small of her back. But it was a man who resembled him yet possessed a magnetism of his own. Karen’s every nerve directed itself towards him. She could smell his expensive aftershave and tingled to the brief caressing of his fingers. She loosened, moistened. Something exciting loomed ahead. Whatever it was, she would never be quite th
Wild Desire FORBIDDEN PLACE 14
The eastern sky was tawny red banded with grey, then came an expanse of lemon-yellow light, and above it pure clarity with here and there a small cloud tipped with gold floating like an island in a fairy sea. Mist hung at the base of the heavily wooded hills, curving in and out of the gullies, pre-saging another fine day, and bird calls fluted from the tree tops as Karen walked out into the garden. The storm had passed: the fecund earth was washed clean and the crystal air felt like chilled wine. Karen stood for a moment, breathing deeply, absorbing the sounds and scents, taking the dawn into herself. The grass beneath the trees sparkled with diamond dew, wetting her bare feet. She curled her toes downwards, rejoicing in this contact with the chthonian realms beneath that green carpet. The grasses were coarse and she could almost feel the tremor of their fibres. She closed her eyes, cleared her mind, raised her arms and began the slow, meditative moves of T’ai Chi by which she could
Wild Desire FORBIDDEN PLACE 15
‘WELL, WHAT D'YOU think of her?’ Sinclair started at the sound of Armina’s voice and looked up, appreciating her beauty as she walked across the conservatory — a blonde, curlyheaded sylph wearing a sleeveless, backless, button-through cotton dress, deceptively simple, but from a top Italian fashion house. He knew all about her extravagant tastes, having paid for the ball gown she had worn to the dinner party. A bribe, of course, but then Armina was always open to bribes, out for herself and pledging loyalty to none. He accepted this and liked her no less for it. Besides which, she was one of the sexiest ladies around, with a penchant for the bizarre that matched his own. His spine tingled and the blood thickened his phallus as his eyes caressed her tiny, upward tilting breasts and the shadow where her skirt pressed between her thighs. ‘Would you like a cup of coffee?’ he asked, speculating on what might have brought her there. From the depths of a deeply cushioned wicker armchair,
Wild Desire FORBIDDEN PLACE 16
Armina wore a skin-tight body suit in black plastic. Jo was dressed in a gymslip over a white blouse with bare thighs, navy-blue knickers, grey knee socks and her hair in two pigtails. Karen shook out her own costume. It consisted of a short white tutu with a boned bodice and slender straps — no panties — and flat ballet pumps crisscrossed with ribbon round the ankles. A birch lay to hand. Raquel, all powerful, approached the man, asking, ‘And have you been a good boy today?’ ‘Yes, Mistress, I have,’ he whispered, and looked across at Spike, adding, ‘I want to see his prick.’ ‘I don’t know if you can. I'll have to ask him. Spike, can this gentleman look at your plonker?’ Undaunted, Spike unsnapped his shorts and his semi-hard cock bounded out, the ring glinting in the foreskin. Sinclair smiled salaciously at Armina, and Karen, who had been positioned at the man’s head, birch at the ready, became impatient with this perverted game, wanting Spike to herself somewhere private. ‘Let
Wild Desire FORBIDDEN PLACE 17
‘I OWE YOU an apology, Miss Heyward.’ Karen, about to close and lock the library door, could hardly believe her own ears. ‘I beg your pardon?’ she said, looking up at him, stunned. ‘I’ve been unfair. Can we start again?’ This was incredible. Mallory, the lordly and arrogant, was actually expressing regret for something he had done, and to a woman, too! The corridor was filled with the somnolence of a summer afternoon, a time when the servants chad absented themselves from that part of the house, idling in their quarters or quietly undertaking some task that was not too taxing. Sinclair had gone to London that morning, roaring off in the Lamborghini, taking Celine and Jo with him. He had spoken airily of business in town. The singer was working with her répétiteur in preparation for the starring role in Carmen due to open in Vienna in October. Jo had the opportunity to glide the catwalk for a leading fashion designer. Armina was absent, presumably humping Tayte or getting her kick
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