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

hissed in a breath, her heart contracting. “Indeed, I will be able to take care of myself
“And that’s what worries me,” he whispered, his breath tickling her ear.
“Since when have you been worried?” She whispered, asking him her eyebrow rose slightly. They are so close, that they can be able to see each other’s reflection in their pupils. Pull away. Yes, that is right. She needs to pull away before she gets lost in the storm of the hurricane. Before the sea swallows her whole, leaving her drowning with the powerful emotions.
“Since you had arrived in my life,” Richard declared, his hand cupping the back of her neck pulling her to him. She closed her eyes and leaned in.
As their lips met, his hand flew down to her butt cupping it in his hand, lifting her up to where she sat on top of him, not even breaking the kiss even once. He parted her lips with his tongue, invading her own mouth. She moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing him even tighter against her. Her legs were on the either side of his legs as she was on top of him. Her heart rose away in her chest, he pulled away and kissed her neck, nibbling the tender flesh and down to the hollow of her breast. He untied the cloak away and threw it on the seat across from them, the carriage still going. Loretta’s heart raised and pulled away slightly to close the curtain windows, leaving them inside the dark carriage together, as it still rode off into the forest.
She untied her corset and bodice, pulling it down until it was on her hips and leaned against him yet again. Loretta took off his overcoat and shirt, making it loose around his chest. Loretta smiled and claimed his lips, their tongue dueling against each other like never before. She can’t believe that they were going to do it. Make love in the carriage. She knew that this was improper. But by the moment, she can’t help it. All it matters is for him to be inside her again, to be able to feel this powerful hips move against her body. She grew wetter by the thought.
She lay on top of him, his finger taking her nipple, squeezing it gently, sending ripples of excitement throughout her body. Her hand flew to his trousers, unzipping his zipper letting his enormous size set free. Loretta looked into his now dark eyes, aroused with passion. “Wrap your hand around me,” he whispered in a ragged voice.
She nodded and grasped his shaft, its size throbbing against her palm. It was warm and smooth, nothing she had ever expected. She massaged it with her hand, rubbing the tip of it until moisture was visible in the head, she raised it up to her mouth, her tongue darting out to taste him. It was sweet and warm. Richard looked up at her with a slight surprise. He never knew that she would actually do that. From a woman like her at least. He removed her skirts out of the way and positioned her on top of him. He took his long cock and held it for her. Slowly, she grasped his shoulder and raised herself up to it, slowly and ever so gently going down. Loretta hissed in a breath as she felt the head of him pushing in her. She stiffened at the invasion as she went down until he was completely inside her, flesh from flesh.
They gazes locked for a matter of second before both were lost in a complete abyss. She raised herself up, not seemingly controlling her own body anymore, and brought it down, this time a little faster than before.
“Jesus Loretta- wait don’t…,” his voice was rasped and breathless. “Stop,”
“I am trying to,” she whispered breathless as if she has run miles. “But I can’t. I just…Uhh!”
She lifted her hips up and brought it down, doing it over and over. Her flesh cradled him, he throbbed and ached for release. He held her hips as her body moved. His mouth found her rose budded nipples and licked it, traced it, and bite it. This only made her go faster. Soft moans escaped her mouth while groans escaped his throat. Faster and faster she rode him, mated him until finally her orgasm came, like the wave slamming into the shore. He pulled out as his own came, spilling his hot seed on her breasts. When the end finally subsided, he held her exhausted body, slowly fixing up her dress.
Loretta closed her eyes as he sat her down next to him, then with a jolt, she jumped and sat on the opposite side of him yet again, slumped in the corner. “This needs to stop,” she whispered. “We cannot do this again. In the carriage no less!”
Richard let out a sigh and looked at her, his green- blue eyes still dark with passion. “If only I can. But you know as well as I, that we cannot keep this up any longer. I cannot keep this up any longer. The only way to stop this is for you to marry me,”
“Still had not given up on that suggestion,” she shook her head. “You are unbelievable,”
“Look, I do not like this more than you do. But this passion between us, it cannot be ignored.”
“There is no passion between us. Maybe you had too many liquor last night and you still have an aftereffect of it,”
“What kind of no passion will result to this,” His gaze went to the seat that was wet with both of their spilled passion.
Her face flushed and looked away. “No passion at all,”
Richard smirked. “The more you deny it, the more it will become more dangerous for you . And for me,”
Loretta glared at him. “Do not worry, I promise you it will not happen again. I will vow to that,”
He grinned. “Some vow is meant to be broken,”
She tore her gaze away from him and decided to look outside the window. Houses can now be seen as well as shops surrounding the whole area. The carriage stopped in an inn. It was a small, one floor inn. It was wide with wooden boards and ceilings. Other than that, it looked comfortable and relaxed.
He led her down the hall and onto the end of the hallway where two rooms were located. “Take that room,” he muttered. “I’ll take this one,” and with that he entered his room and closed it behind him, without another word.
Loretta looked at the ground feeling a slight pang of guilt. She opened the door and closed then locked it behind her. It has been a long day. They had been riding for hours and her body was still sore and weary. She stripped out of her gown and rang the bell to call for the innkeeper. When a knock was heard in the door, she opened it. “Yes mam?”
“Can you ready a hot water for me? I need to bathe,” She asked kindly smiling at the woman named Maria. She nodded and exited out of the room.
She sat down on the bed with nothing but a chemise on. It was soft, she realized.
Laying down, she looked up at the ceiling trying to recall all of the memories that had happened today.
It was true that she had not felt anything about Richard. So why does she feel like this? Why is it that she felt like she had lost something dear to her?
She sat up and headed over to the fireplace to light it. A candle sat up the mantle and took it, crouching to light it. Heat and light flooded the room, casting shadows on some part of the room while light lit it. Loretta walked over to the window, her arms crossed around chest. Snow still fell from the skies, slowly masking the town square. Taking a deep breath, she scanned the street. Her eyes stopped at the figure next to the lamp post. Her eyes widened. The figure was watching her. Male, she realized because of the height and size of his chest. He was wearing a tailored coat that protected him from the weather. He knew that she saw him and yet he still remained where he was.
Standing there, smiling.
She felt a shiver run down her spine as their gazes locked for a matter of seconds. For a couple of minutes, she just stood there, examining him. It was rare for a person who was spying on her not to run. Was he not afraid of the authorities who will come after him?
Normally when she had caught a person watching her, they would run like little ants, scattering around and out of view but he was different. No. He wanted to be caught. Her eyes widened.
So she would fear him. So he would let her know that he is not afraid of anyone and anything. That he isn’t afraid to break in the room while she is sleeping.
Her body trembled uncomfortably; it took all of her effort not to shake in the view of him. She managed to mask herself with calm and collected face. But in the inside, she had the feeling of a little bird, running away from the cage and darkness that was ought to get her. How she wished Richard was by her side, protecting her, supporting her with his warm and solid body. But no, he was not here and that was her doing. She does not need his protection or presence. That she made clear.
And she will stick to it.
Loretta ran her hands through the ledge and lifted it up with a mighty lift. He smirked and walked closer to the window. The streets were strangely empty, it was just the two of them. Even if she screamed, she doubted anyone will hear her, under the strong blizzard. Snow and cold wind entered the room, making the fire go dull but still alight.
He was only a couple of feet away from the window now, his face strikingly frightening, as if he’s capable of killing innocent people. And he probably can.
“I had heard rumors from the ton that you were trying to find the missing child.” He said to her calmly, though there was something in his voice that frightened her even more.
“And if I am what of it?” She asked her gaze meeting his, the calm and collected expression of her own, clashing with his.
“I came here to warn you lady. This is not just a regular kidnapping. There is more in this kidnapping that meets the eye. Everything you have known is just a portion of what is really happening. If you come too close in this, I am afraid your life would be in danger, and so does the people around you. Heed my warning miss. It is better to just leave the girl alone,”
Loretta stared at this man, he knew something about Anne. And additionally, what was he speaking about there is more in this kidnapping that meets the eye? As much as she hate to admit it, he was right. She only knew a portion of what had really happened. There were no other reason why an innocent girl was kidnapped. “What is it you know about Anne?”
“So I take it you will not leave this alone,” It was not a question, it was more like a statement.
“Not a chance,” she smirked prepared of what is to come.
“Then you will regret it,” he whispered his gaze looking over her shoulder and it seemed like in the closet door, then slightly turning around and