My Dangerous Rogue, Paula Wong [best books to read for self improvement TXT] 📗

her palms on his chest, balling her fists on his shirt. Never had she felt such warmth and excitement. Well, maybe except the time when she was in the O’Conner Estate but that doesn’t matter. This man isn’t that rogue.
Her legs startled to buckle beneath her.
He lifted her up and wrapped her legs around his waist, stepping forward toward the tree. The tree dug in her flesh but she didn't care, she ran her hands through his hair. The locks fell when she combed her finger in it. It was soft and silky. Completely opposite from the way it looked in the ballroom when they danced.
Just when she thought she was going to pass out from not breathing, he pulled away. Both of their breathing uneven and rigid.
“What is wrong?” she whispered, legs still around his waist.
“What are you doing?” There was something in his voice that sounded he was in pain. Was she hurting him?
“I am kissing you,” she replied in a soft voice.
“I see that you are,”
“What is wrong?”
“Are you willing? You do not even know me,” he whispered looking down at her with that beautiful eyes of his.
Her cheeks flushed but held her ground. She perfectly knows what he’s talking about. Loretta isn’t confused or even unwilling. She did that because hell, she’d wanted to do that ever since she entered the ball when she had caught sight of him.
“Yes, and I don’t care. Can we just have one night together without knowing each other?” she whispered, pulling him closer till her chest was pressed against his. Oh was he tall, way taller than she.
I know you, he wanted to say but crushed his mouth against hers, tongues circling, exploring. She gasped again when he pulled away only to taste her skin. His lips traced the collar of her neck on the left side, then switched to the right. She held his head, closing her eyes feeling her stomach tighten with need. Her legs were in pain, blood from her veins circulated off. She winced and had to let go, dropping to the ground but he kept on tasting her skin holding her close.
His mouth moved to the hollow of her breasts she moaned and tightened her grip on his shoulder while he began to unlace the white satin gown.
His breath uneven and rigid as well, the need to feel her skin under his hand surged through him like the ocean meeting the land.
Frustrated, he took the fabric in his hands and began to tear it. She moaned yet again, feeling the cold winter air pierce her skin, making her nipples harden with need. He untied the corset, snatching it open, then dropping it to the ground. He cursed silently, it was too dark to see anything. He cupped her breasts in his hands, gently massaging it.
Loretta moaned, feeling the need to touch him. With shaking hands, she threw off his overcoat, then to his vest, unbuttoning the buttons revealing his muscular chest. Well at least, that was what she assumed when her hand traced his biceps, his flesh warm and hard.
He let out a groan and bended down to take her nipple in his mouth, she forced in a breath and pulled him closer, his tongue traced around the peaks, then put it in between his mouth, biting it gently.
A surge of pain and pleasure vibrated through her body, making her wet with need.
A slight trickle of liquid ran in between her legs. He took her left leg, lifting it up to wrap it around his waist yet again, this time putting her in a comfortable position. He took her other breast in his mouth, tasting, nibbling, while he cupped the other one in his hand.
She can’t take it any longer. She let out a frustrated sigh and fumbled his trouser. Finally, she found his zipper and opened it.
He groaned and moved his hand down the hem of her gown, raising it up to put it on her waist. Her body shivered as cool air pierced her flesh. Loretta felt the urge to lift off the mask, and see this stranger’s handsome face. Her hand came down to his face, grasping the mask, but before she can raise it up, his hand was on her wrist. “No,” he said firmly. “This is a masquerade ball. Everything is a mystery,”
“But you already know my identity,” she whispered, trying to keep her heart from beating rapidly.
“You don’t know mine,” he grinned. “It is better to keep it that way,”
Before she could say anything else, his hand brushed her upper thigh. Loretta hissed in a breath and met his gaze. His eyes were firm, making her wonder what is going on in his mind.
Her hand went back down to his erection. Holding his gaze, she stroked his manhood. A shiver went down her spine when she had heard a low growl in the back of his throat.
She moaned when she felt his hand go through her undergarments, stopping slightly at the center of her core. She leaned her head against the tree, spreading her legs wider.
“You like this?” he whispered in her ear, rubbing then slipping a finger inside, followed by another. He groaned yet again, feeling the tightness of her inside. “What is your age?”
Loretta looked up at him. “Six and twenty,”
“And you never had a man in your bed before?”
She felt her face turn slightly red. “No,”
He nodded and positioned himself on top of her. “Are you sure you want to do this? You do not know me,” he repeated again. Her body trembled with excitement and need. “I may not know you but I know enough, please. Take me,”
Loretta wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.
He let out a frustrated moan and slowly pushed in.
She winced, he was big and it wasn’t even halfway. Will he be able to fit?
Richard noticed her slight doubt. “I will fit, just be patient,” he doesn’t know why he’s acting so gentle to this girl. He has taken many women before, rougher and less gentle. He willed his body to be obedient but he still went slowly. Even through the cold, beads of sweat trickled down his forehead; he closed his eyes trying to concentrate.
Loretta struggled, suddenly she couldn’t breathe. It hurts, so much. She trembled from pain. “It hurts, I can’t…it hurts,” She looked up at him, his eyes closed.
“Jesus Loretta, hold still,” his voice sounded like he was in pain, the same as she. “It will get better soon, I promise. Just hold still,”
She obeyed and tried to hold still.
Finally, he reached her very center. Quickly, he moved in and groaned, his eyes still closed, concentrating.
A tear fell from her eyes and immediately wiped it away. She tried to keep still, his erection throbbing inside her. She was in pain, every women is in pain the first time. A stab of guilt rose up in his stomach. He bended his mouth on her breasts, nibbling lightly, while his hand stroked her core, trying to ease the pain and add pleasure.
Finally after a couple of minutes, she felt the pain ease away.
Loretta let out a sigh of relief and moaned as he began to thrust in and out of her gently, slowly. Then without warning, he twisted her around to where her back side was to his, and both of her arms were braced in front of her while he took her from behind.
Still he repeated the same procedure. In and out, slowly, gently. He was treating her like a eighteen year old woman. She is getting tired of being treated this way. For once, she wants rough. She wants everything from this masked man.
Loretta tightened her legs, making it difficult for him to enter and leave her core. He groaned and looked at her. So that is what she wants?
He grinned and began to thrust harder, their bodies mating making a horrible sound though it sounded right. He grunted and reached out to take her breasts in his hands, gripping her nipple between his thumb, squeezing tightly.
She let out a scream. “Yes,” she whispered. “Yes,”
The sudden sensation of a release started to fill her. Loretta gripped the tree as hard as she could, pleading to not release yet.
He felt her sudden urge to release. Richard chuckled and his thrust became harder. No way, will he cum firs.
Him doing this doesn’t really help her hold it in, in fact, it only wants to make her come now. Tears filled her eyes, her whole body trembled. She let out a scream as her release came. Her breathing coming in rigid breaths, body sore, she needed some rest. But he kept on going, never slowing his pace, never stopping. Loretta closed her eyes as she let him take her, take her to the abyss.
Richard finally found his climax and plunged in deep inside her to spill his hot, sticky seed inside her body, forever embedding her, wishing that everywhere she goes there is something in her that will present that she is his and his alone.
He collapsed on top the top of her back till both of their breaths returned to its normal pace, heart beating evenly.
For the first time of her life, she didn’t know what to say; embarrassed by the fact that she had just made love to a stranger she had just introduced tonight. But that was actually part of the plan, the plan to get away from her family, to make them happy.
“What on earth is going on here?!” a voice came from behind them. Loretta hid the smile that was forming on her lips. She indeed knew what the consequences of her decisions and she is determined to continue her plan to freedom, no matter who gets hurt.
Chapter 6

They broke apart as Peter and Joanna, the Count and Countess of Abingdon, arrived with Lord Frinchester’s scarlet face. For it was from embarrassment or fury, she was not sure. “See what I meant, Joanna! Your whore of a daughter was being taken by this insufferable man!” For minutes he boasted off until Peter has had enough, he raised a hand to silence him.
Loretta held her gown together, trying to close the ripped clothing. She had planned this indeed but not the rage of her parents. They will surely banish her from England, away from them and away from Lord Frinchester and that is enough.
“What on earth have you gotten yourself into?” Her father couldn’t manage to look at her, disgraced of what she has done to the family.
“Father,