The Earl's Stowaway. Krystina DarylЧитать онлайн книгу.
on, tugging his breeches up after.
She ran her finger around his chest. "But it was only an hour? Surely you can't be fully sated."
Christopher wrapped his hand around her small one and halted its movement once it reached the top of his breeches. "I had two others before you, and that was just today. I've been here four days already."
Nicholas had somehow convinced him to take a much needed vacation, in a brothel of course. He refused at first, but when Nicholas asked him when last he had a woman, he shamefully could not remember. Once the ship they were on from America docked at the port, Nicholas dragged him to the brothel for a day of fun, which turned into four entertaining days and four active nights.
He was sure his grandmother was maddened by the excuse he sent for his delay, but he hadn't realized how much he'd missed a good tapping, until he saw all the women parade naked in front of him for his choosing.
A loud rap sounded on the door before it swung open. "Brother!" Nicholas announced with a deep grin. "Come join me below stairs. There is an auction about to start!"
Christopher chuckled, pulling on his stockings then his shirt. "They are auctioning whores now?"
"Not whores just yet," Krystal announced, spreading her body out on the bed again. She had a glimmer in her eyes as she stared at Nicholas, drinking him up with her gaze. Christopher laughed. The woman didn't whore herself for the money but for the lust of a man's cock inside her. He should have guessed from all her prompting screams. "Those are virgin slaves being auctioned."
Christopher's mouth dropped open, and he saw the mirror of his horror on Nicholas's face. "Are they willing or unwilling?" he hissed.
She shrugged, running her hand over the inside of her thigh. "Some aren't, some are."
That only angered Christopher more. He picked up his waistcoat and jacket. "Brother, I think I'll be leaving now. I have business that can't be postponed by another day."
Nicholas nodded his brows in a furrow. "I'll be here for another night and leave early tomorrow. My mother is impatient for my return."
Christopher patted his shoulder as he walked out. "I hope you aren't going to the auction."
Nicholas leaned back in shock. "Ashworth, I only take what is offered freely!"
Christopher smiled at his offended tone and use of his title. Nicholas only used his title to refer to him when Christopher had angered him. "I know, just making sure."
"I maybe a womanizer, but I am not an animal!"
"Forgive me." He turned to the whore on the bed. "You can have her. She's worth every coin."
Nicholas turned to her, his hard lips relaxing to a devilish grin. "If she survived you, she'll survive me."
Christopher chuckled. "I highly doubt that. I'll send another one up, to express my apologies."
Nicholas pulled his jacket off. "The apology is not necessary, but the whore is highly appreciated. See you soon, Christopher."
Christopher laughed, closing the door. He walked down the hallway and to the ground floor, admiring the merchandise as he passed, until he heard the cheers of excited men. His jaw tightened as the anger quickly made its way to the surface. He marched into the room, just in time to see a girl fight her way off the stage, after the gavel as to how much she was worth hit the table to end the bidding. He admired her, and as much as he wished he could help her, he couldn't. She was a slave, owned by someone else.
Unless he was to purchase her; and do what with her? He had enough workers in his house, and as appealing as it may be, he didn't need an unwilling whore in his house.
He sighed, turning around and leaving before he lost his restraint. It was her fate, and there was nothing he could do about it. He paused at the entrance of the brothel and turned to the footman. "My carriage," he ordered.
The man bowed. "Right away, Lord Ashworth," he said, and rushed away into the night.
Christopher took in a deep breath of the cool air. It had been a long time since he felt so relaxed and unknotted. The four day 'vacation' wasn't a loss after all. He'd have to make it a point to come back, if not for pleasure, for the relaxation.
"Milord, your carriage," the footman spoke holding the carriage door wide open.
Christopher placed a coin in his palm and climbed in. He took off his cloak, hat and jacket and placed them opposite him. Although it would be a short drive, he wanted to rest for he had much work waiting for him. When the carriage jostled forward, something heavy rolled to his feet. He looked down and his eyes widened in shock. It was a girl!
She was wet, and seemed unconscious. He placed his hand on her pale forehead and she shivered. She was cold. What had happened to her?
Christopher knocked the top of the carriage with his fist. "Driver, we are going to spend one more night here. Take me to the inn."
He reached down and pulled her up into his arms. Once she was on his lap, he pulled her unsupported head up to examine her face. He sucked in a breath.
She was beautiful, and those lips, slightly parted in a quiet invitation, were full and enticing. She wasn't a tiny thing either. Unlike most women he'd met, she was shaped like her architect curved her to answer all men's lustful dreams. Her body was voluptuous, with large breasts and a copious rear, both big enough to compliment her small frame.
He lifted her small pale fingers in his hand. They seemed childlike compared to his, but yet very pleasingly soft against his skin. They would probably set a fire in him if she ran them...
What the devil! Put those thoughts out of your head, Christopher!
He quickly pulled his cloak off the seat and covered her alluring body with it, but he could do nothing about her face. Cautiously, he ran his finger down the side of her face. She turned her head into his shoulder, and her hair fell free. He ran his hand through the long, wet black mane and growled with frustration. A few minutes ago, he was fully sated, but now...
Why did you have to have such beautiful hair to match the body of a goddess!
He pushed her derrière away from his growing erection and leaned back, holding his eyes shut tightly. This isn't going to end well!
*****
Melanie stretched out on the softness under her. She'd never slept on anything as soft, it felt wonderful! She stretched her hands out and felt the warm body next to her and froze. Confused she leaned up, and her heart stopped when she saw the large man next to her.
The coverlet draped from his waist to his feet, leaving his toned chest, outlined abdomen and large arms exposed. His face was turned to her and his raven black hair covered his eyes, but she could clearly see his hard features that suited his dark skin.
Her muscles tightened as her thoughts cleared. He is a hallucination! She thought with conviction. She slowly inched her finger towards him and gently but quickly poked his shoulder. He stirred, and then she felt a warm grip on her knee tighten.
She cringed. She slowly lifted the coverlet and looked down at her bended knee. She gasped releasing the coverlet. Her naked knee was completely covered by his large hand.
She felt her stomach knot. Naked?
She lifted the coverlet again just to make sure. She looked away feeling nauseous. Yes, she was completely nude!
What happened? What have I done!
She looked around the unfamiliar room with shortened breaths. Where am I?
Her eyes widened as the memory flooded her mind, provoking a piercing headache.
* * * * *
She had been in a ship's cargo hold for weeks. She'd shared the small quarters with five other girls, equally scared of their unknown fate and seven