Evil's Niece (26 page)

Directing our gazes to the bare feet beneath Monique’s full skirts, Dewel chuckled. ‘Stranger things have happened, Miss Picabou. I’ll thank you to stay with Tommy Jon for a few days, since we won’t be needin’ your help — nor your toys — until we come up for air. Might take me a couple of hours, but Miss Eve
will
be mine.’

Without any visible effort, the bourbon-skinned planter swept me up into his arms and out to his carriage, as though this had been his plan for the evening all along. As he settled into the soft leather seat, holding me across his lap, his driver shut the door. The horses headed down the brick drive towards Prytania at a brisk clip.

Even so, the pace was nothing compared to the rate my poor unprepared heart was thumping. Dewel’s eyes were drinking me in with the appetite of a rich man deprived of his brandy and cigars, while he ripped away the layer of flimsy fabric covering my body. He lay me back against his crossed legs then, open and vulnerable to him.

‘Dewel, I — what about Chapin?’ I breathed. ‘I’m still a married —’

‘Not for long.’ He ran his fingertips lightly along the sensitive skin of my neck and then around my nipples. ‘I convinced him to see the wisdom of that divorce, and to visit his friend, Judge Madigan, tomorrow with the appropriate offerin’ of cash. It’s not like you ever had a real marriage with him, did you?’

I shook my head, for I could count on one hand the times Chapin Proffit had wanted sex, and it was anger or animal release driving his need. Making love wasn’t something he did with me. I knew now that I’d served only as the whitewash on a pillar of society’s life — a convenience deal he’d made with Daddy, to insure his acceptability.

‘And, as I talked to the others, I got the feelin’ that once the tongues have quit waggin’ over tonight’s surprise, Chapin’s — or Honore’s — cronies will accept him again,’ Dewel said with a philosophical grin. ‘ “Proffit” is just another name for money in this town. And in a lot of ways, New Orleans is like a Creole streetwalker: she was embraced by the French, and then the Spanish had her — and now she’s an American woman who never met a man she didn’t like.’

His observation struck a chord from when I’d first discovered Chapin with his ‘niece’ — was it only a few weeks ago? Yet my entire world had been turned upside down since then, and I’d been branded by the heat of his blatant brother’s desire — for
me
! Dewel playfully turned me around to face the opposite side of the carriage while I straddled his long, solid thighs.

‘Lean over, sugah,’ he breathed, steadying me with those strong hands on my hips. ‘I’m gonna give you a lickin’ you’re not likely to forget.’

I glanced doubtfully over my shoulder, swaying with the rhythm of the rolling carriage. ‘You’re going to spank me?’

Dewel’s laughter filled the rich interior of his vehicle; his eyes sparkled like crystals in the dimness. ‘I never realised how far gone Chapin was, till I saw him sprawlin’ on your lap, desperate for the smack of your hand. Try to take
me
across your knee, woman, and you’re gonna be real sorry. Understand that?’

I giggled. ‘That whole discipline ritual seems so absurd, and yet —’

I gasped as Dewel guided my hands down to clasp his ankles…‘assuming the position’ in a whole different way. As he spread his knees, he opened my sex to his full view and I was defenceless against whatever he might do next.

‘God, would you look at that purrin’ pussy,’ he murmured, running a finger along my curls and the skin that was growing slick and damp. ‘Why a man could want anything else is beyond me.’

‘You won’t try to put me in my place then?’ I queried. The blood was rushing to my head as I clung to his legs, just as it had when he’d scooted my neck over the edge of his bed. I welcomed the giddiness, the sense that this handsome devil wanted to see me from every possible angle — that he couldn’t get enough of me!

‘Eve, sugah, the only place I want to put you is between me and a mattress,’ he said, swivelling a finger inside me. ‘Long as you’re where I can take you on a moment’s notice — long as you want me to meet your deepest needs — we’re gonna have a long, happy life together, darlin’.’

I could only writhe in reply, whimpering for more of this incredible torture. His pants rasped against my inner thighs, and when those long, solid legs spread further apart I thought I’d die from the need to be
filled
by something.

He slid two fingers inside me then, maintaining that smooth in-and-out that was racing me towards insanity. ‘But you have a say in all this. I’m a reasonable man, and all I ever want is to make you happy.’

With those fingers still probing deep within me, lodged high against that sweet spot, he leaned down to gaze at my face. ‘So what do you want to happen now, Eve?’ he whispered, in that same mesmerising tone which had led me to new insights about men and marriage, and about the mysterious nature of seduction and sex. ‘You’re a free woman. All the choices are yours.’

Grasping his ankles to keep from spilling off his lap — a sensation he’d induced to make me easy prey — I couldn’t think straight. Nor did I need to. My heart had chosen this man long ago, and had waited until this moment to show me what love and passion could really mean, now that I knew how much I’d missed them before.

‘I want
you
, Dewel!’ I writhed against the fingers that spread my wetness all around my folds. ‘I want you to love me forever — and fuck me right this minute, as though our lives depended on it.’

‘Not just yet. I promised you a lickin’, remember?’

I yowled like a randy cat at the first slow stroke of his tongue. He started at my clit, circling it with his hard, wet tip, and then drawing it between my folds towards my back crack. Then he did it again — as though he hadn’t driven me wild enough the first time.

I shuddered with need, gripping his boots to keep a hold on my sanity — and to keep from pitching forward off his legs, away from this divine torture. Sucking air between my clenched teeth, I endured yet another slow pass of that tongue — but this time, my nether lips and muscles were twitching to the rhythm of the blood that pumped in my head.

‘Had enough, sugah? If you can’t handle —’

‘Don’t you
dare
stop! Dammit, Dewel!’ I reached between his legs, praying his grip on my hips would hold as I fondled him. ‘For a man who swore he’d tame me in a couple hours, you sure are slow!’

His chuckle rumbled against my sensitive, wet slit as he laved it one last time. ‘Get over there and spread yourself, hands and knees against the seat,’ he said, playfully slapping my backside. ‘I won’t tolerate a woman bossin’ me around, you know.’

He released me, and I assumed that position in time to watch him unfasten his fly. Dewel pushed his pants past a shaft that looked urgent and purple, his blue eyes aglitter in his dusky face as he prodded me with its hot, hard head. As the carriage clattered down the driveway leading to Bayou Belle, he drove his cock home.

I screamed with the intensity of his penetration. In and out he went, thrusting into my cunt as he gripped my hips like he never wanted to let go. My slit quivered around him, sucking him deeper, welcoming the rogue who’d made me glad I was a woman.
His
woman now.

‘Askin’ me to raise a little cane, are you?’ His drawl flowed like warm, sweet molasses as he rocked against my backside. ‘Well that’s fine by me, Miss Eve. Raisin’ cane is what I
do
.’

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