Captured by a Gentleman (Regency Unlaced 6) by Carole Mortimer Page B

amusing myself with you until we reach Scotland? It is a long and tedious journey, after all,” he added insultingly.
    “Then I will find a home for myself in Scotland. Perhaps there might even be a cottage on the Montgomery estate I could rent from your cousin.” Her mood lightened a little at the thought of living close to Ranulf, even if the two of them were no longer lovers. She was not too proud to want to live near the man she loved, even if he would never be hers.
    “There would be no need to end our arrangement if that were the case.” Strange how much Ranulf liked the idea of having Darcy living conveniently close enough to continue their intimate association, when minutes ago, he had given her the opportunity to end it. He—
    “The carriage is all secure and ready to depart now, Mr. Montgomery.”
    He glanced at Graves standing several feet away from them. The blandness of the older man’s expression did not reveal if he had overheard any of their conversation. Not that it mattered if he had; it would soon become obvious Darcy was sharing Ranulf’s bedchamber in whatever roadside inn they spent the night.
    “Scotland,” he instructed the coach driver as he took a firm hold of Darcy’s arm and accompanied and then assisted her into the carriage. He sat on the seat opposite her, barely waiting for the carriage door to close behind them before pulling the curtains across the windows. “Unfasten the bodice of your gown and bare your breasts.” These past few minutes of arguing with Darcy had roused his passions, his cock now a throbbing ache inside his pantaloons.
    Her fingers shook slightly as she obeyed. A relieved sigh left her lips as the material no longer chafed against her sensitive flesh.
    “I said bare them.”
    Her fingers clenched on the material of her gown. “Have I not made it clear my surrender was not an invitation to treat me with a lack of respect?”
    “How should I treat you, then?”
    “Without subjugation or humiliation.”
    “I have no wish to humiliate you.”
    “Or subjugate me?”
    He shrugged. “There is a fine line between surrender and subjugation.”
    “Then might I suggest you go only as far as that line?”
    He nodded. “On the understanding you will allow that I have more experience in these matters. That I will never ask you for more than I know you have to give or can take.”
    Considering her uncontrollable reaction to him, Darcy was not altogether sure this was much of a concession on Ranulf’s part. Once he began touching her, caressing her, she lost all sense of what she could or could not give. Of what was surrender and what was subjugation. At those times, she wished only to pleasure Ranulf and for him to pleasure her.
    “Will you please bare your breasts for me now?” he encouraged.
    Darcy’s gown was so very uncomfortable against her bare skin, and Ranulf had asked nicely. She held his gaze as she slowly parted the front of her gown and bared her breasts.
    Ranulf was the first to break their gaze as he looked hungrily at her breasts. “Delicious.”
    Darcy glanced down, her cheeks flushing hotly as she saw her nipples were bright red and fully engorged. In fact, they seemed larger than they used to be, no doubt from Ranulf’s recent manipulations. “They are exceedingly sore.”
    “Making them even more sensitive.” Ranulf crossed the coach to sit beside her. “Would you allow me to suckle them? I will be gentle,” he assured her as her eyes widened. “My saliva may help ease the soreness.”
    Darcy could find no argument with that. Besides which, she wanted Ranulf’s mouth on her. “You will stop if it hurts?”
    “You like a little pain with the pleasure, Darcy…” he reminded her.
    Darcy had no idea what that made her, only knew that it was true. Last night, Ranulf had pushed her to the edge of that pain. And she had enjoyed every moment of it.
    Even if she was suffering for it today.
    “Very well.” She settled back against the seat