The Wicked Game (A Wicked Game Novel) by Olivia Fuller Page B

trembled. Andrew felt her weakness as she softly purred. As if by instinct she opened her mouth and accepted the invitation as his tongue slid fiercely in. He pulled her tighter to his body and wrapped her into him. His hands began exploring and Angela found herself asking him to keep going. He held her tighter, as if that was even possible, and his excitement as he pressed against her became apparent.
    “Andrew!” she gasped. “What—”
    But he just pulled her more deeply into the kiss.
    “But—” Again he pressed his lips into hers and she found herself responding. She moved her hands down his body and gently swept them across him. Now he was the one trembling and it gave Angela a new found satisfaction. In an instant his tremble became urgency so he picked her up and sped to her bed. He didn’t set her down, he threw her, and then he covered her body with his own.
    Angela wasn’t really sure what was going to happen, but she knew she did not want it to stop. She carefully released herself from Andrews grasp, and while breathing heavily she locked her eyes with his. Without breaking the connection he reached for the neckline of her dress and slowly pulled it down. Now he moved his eyes and a smile spread across his face. He reached out his hand and slowly caressed her before gently placing his lips upon her nipples. Angela’s body ached with a sudden pleasure and she moaned with desire. Now he grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it up to her waist. Energy pulsed in her skin as his fingers brushed against it while he worked on the ties of her drawers.
    And then she was fully exposed to him. She should have felt vulnerable but instead she felt more comfortable than she ever had before. She went into the moment and concentrated on the line of his lips and they went from her breasts to her belly button and he began to kiss her there. She quivered and dug her hands into his hair and then slowly, he began to kiss lower and lower until he had found the essence of her womanhood. She pulled his hair and pushed him into her now and this time instead of moaning she actually screamed.
    “Please don’t stop! Please!”
    She felt all of the muscles in her body contracting and she knew that she was on the verge of something special happening. Just a bit longer. Just a little more.
    And then Angela heard another scream and her worst nightmare had come to life. She pulled away from Andrew, leapt out of the bed, and wrapped herself in a sheet. Standing there in the door way of her room was her family and many of the guests from her party, who upon seeing her hasty exit had apparently assumed it was a party game and followed after her.
    Angela could see that Mary was laughing but no one else was jovial. She was sure that her mother and her Aunt were on the verge of fainting while her father was poised for the kill. And Lady Sutherland was beaming with pleasure at this juicy piece of gossip.
    In a sudden fit of rage Lord Cheston grabbed Andrew by the throat and pinned him up against the wall. “What have you done to my daughter, you bastard?”
    Without thinking Angela threw herself in between them and screamed out, “It’s not his fault! I—I tricked him!”
    Lord Cheston slowly released his grip on Andrew and turned to his daughter in disgust. “ You wanted this? ”
    She looked him square in the eyes and shook her head. “Yes.”
    “Then you are nothing but a harlot! You shame your family!”
    Angela’s face turned to stone and then Andrew began to speak.
    “Sir, I am prepared to do my duty and marry her to preserve her honor. Your family’s honor.”
    “Honor?” Lord Cheston cackled. “Apparently she has no honor! And as for you marrying her, that would just bring us shame! You are a servant. You are nothing! Nothing, you hear me? No, I will take care of this myself.”
    Lord Cheston grabbed Angela’s shoulders and began to shake her. “Now you listen to me, you are dead! You hear that? Dead to me and to this