บททั้งหมดของ COLLECTION OF LUST AND LOVE: บทที่ 151 - บทที่ 160

She breathed shallowly as she lowered her arms to allow the gown to fall shimmering to the floor. She slipped her feet out of the gold slippers and dispensed with the cumbersome hoops to stand before him wearing only the tight corset with matching cream silk French knickers.‘No, leave it,’ he growled throatily as Helena would have reached up to undo the twenty or so hooks down the front of the corset. His gaze was intent on her masked face as he threw off his waistcoat and the black sash before moving to stand in front of her. ‘I have always wondered what it would be like to remove one of these,’ he admitted. ‘I am going to very much enjoy finding out.’ His accent had thickened in his deepening desire.Helena hoped that it felt as sensually arousing to him as it did to her as he slowly undid the hooks, one by one, as he savoured the moment her breasts were free and he could brush his fingers lightly over their pouting tips. Helena's breath caught in her throat as he lightly caressed

Helena! I’ve been trying to contact you all day; where on earth are you?’ Emma demanded late on Sunday evening, when Helena finally took the call on her mobile.Helena was well aware of the fact that Emma had been trying to reach her all day—she had just chosen not answer any of her friend’s telephone calls until now.Mainly because she had no idea what to say to her. Or what Emma was going to say. Surely that all depended on whether or not Emma was aware of Helena’s…encounter with her brother the previous evening?‘I’m at Whitelemon Hall.’‘What are you doing there?’ Emma sounded puzzled.Good question!Hiding, seemed to pretty well answer it…Helena had come up with the idea of visiting her parents—of removing herself from London completely—as she’d tried to find a taxi after the masquerade to take her back into the city. She had realised that to stay at her apartment was unthinkable. Bryan could come storming over at any moment demanding an explanation for her behaviour, once he di

He would too, Helena acknowledged heavily. Even Jet’s restless movements, the stamping of his hooves, wouldn’t deter Bryan if he decided to come in and get her.‘Fine—I’ll walk you back to your car,’ she snapped, giving Jet one last reassuring pat before moving to the stall door. ‘But I really don’t have anything else to say about last Saturday,’ she told him as she let herself out into the yard.It was busy at this time of the day, all the stable lads and girls having returned from their early-morning canter and now rubbing down and feeding their mounts. Their chatter and laughter was at complete odds with the feeling of rapidly increasing doom that held Helena in its grip.‘Emma told me these are your father’s stables,’ Bryan remarked evenly as the two of them left the busy yard and walked in the direction of the huge manor house.Helena eyed him warily. ‘Yes.’&l

Bryan became very still as he looked down at her with hooded eyes. ‘Are you threatening me, Helena?’She gave another shake of her head, her smile as humourless as the one he had given her seconds ago. ‘I’m trying to warn you. The Botchs, although you haven’t yet had the chance to witness it, are your typical twenty-first-century dysfunctional family.’Bryan’s mouth quirked. ‘In what way?’‘In every way,’ Helena said impatiently, knowing he wasn’t taking this conversation seriously at all. ‘My mother runs the house and gardens with grace and style. My father is a very successful trainer of racehorses—’‘And you, Helena?’ Bryan taunted. ‘Emma tells me that you are a very successful interior designer.’‘So they say,’ Helena confirmed, choosing to take his words at face value and ignore the sarcasm. ‘But the truth of the matter is that my mother and father do not own Whitelemon Hall and the stables; my grandfather does. And it is something that he never lets his son and daughter-in-law,

Wanted to feel her naked beneath him as he plunged deep inside her, as his hardness stroked rhythmically against her arousal. Wanted to once again feel her heat, her passion, as she convulsed around him in ecstasy.How could Helena even think of denying them that pleasure—?Helena wrenched her mouth away from Bryan’s to look up at him with dark, slightly bruised-looking green eyes, her breathing ragged as she pushed against his chest to be released.‘Let me go, Bryan,’ she told him shakily as he still held her tightly against him. ‘Let me go now!’ she repeated fiercely, her eyes glittering angrily.He blinked once at her vehemence before narrowing his gaze questioningly. His arms slowly fell back to his sides to allow Helena to step back.She was trembling, shaking—more shaken, more aroused than she could ever allow Bryan to know.God knew what would have happened if they hadn’t been standing on a public London street! Her jaw tightened and she looked up at him challengingly. ‘What was