hands pulled his cock free and gripped him firmly. Her smile was feral.
'You won't have anything left for that woman by the time I'm done with you, Lucien Remington.' She bent forward and licked his bottom lip, savoring his taste. Her hands slid along the hot length of his shaft, loving the feel of him. 'I'm going to wring you dry.'
'I could throw you off easily,' he threatened.
'Ah, but you won't.' Her thumbs drifted over the engorged head, feeling the slickness of his seed everywhere. 'You crave me too much.'
He squeezed his eyes closed with a curse, unable to deny it.
'Did you come when I did, Lucien?' She lubricated her palms and then curled her hands around him. 'How terribly naughty of you. But you're still so hard, ready to do it again.'
His hips began to pump upward as she used both hands to stroke him off. 'Jesus… Julienne…' Sweat dripped from his brow, dampening the inky hair on his forehead.
'What a shame for your trollop,' she murmured. 'I have no experience with male anatomy, but I know you're well-endowed. So hot and huge. My hands can barely close around your cock.' She pressed her mouth against his ear. 'Like a wild stallion. But that woman out there won't have the pleasure of riding you tonight.' Biting the lobe of his ear, she whispered hotly, 'You will never be mine, but for tonight, at least, you won't be hers either.'
Lucien growled.
His fingers flexed against her kneecaps, and his shaft pulsed in her hands. Julienne memorized the beauty of his face flushed with passion, his gorgeous eyes narrowed and watching her, his mouth swollen and parted on heaving gasps. She stroked him faster, running her thumbs over the slickness on the tip, wanting to give him pleasure. Pumping her fists with greater and greater urgency, Julienne relished the guttural cries that tore from his throat.
She loved the feel of him, soft satin over steel, and the way he liked to be pleasured, hard and primitive. His entire body tensed beneath her, his cock swelled in her hands, telling her how close he was.
'Come for me, darling,' she urged. 'Come until there's nothing left for any other woman.'
He cursed, and then twisted his hips, releasing his seed in powerful spurts across the rug. Julienne continued to attend to him, drawing out everything he had, until her hands were covered in his semen, until Lucien slumped in exhaustion, his body twitching, his breathing labored.
Only then did she release him. She brushed featherlight kisses across his closed lids and parted lips, all the while carefully unwinding his cravat. Then she wiped her hands off with it. She stood and tossed the ruined linen on his chest.
'Good-bye, Lucien.'
Glorious with anger, she left him spent on the floor.
Chapter Eight
Julienne collected Aunt Eugenia and left the ball immediately.
She was relieved to return to Montrose Hall. With her emotions in turmoil, she longed for a glass of sherry and a warm bath. As the butler closed the door behind them, their housekeeper approached with a letter in hand. 'Lord Montrose returned this evening, my lady. I was told to present this to you upon your return.'
'Dear heaven,' Eugenia muttered. 'What now?'
Julienne opened the missive and read quickly. Furious, she stomped her slippered foot on the marble floor. 'The idiot returned to London only to leave straight away for a party.'
'
'I will need my cloak back,' Julienne informed the startled butler. 'And have the carriage brought around again.'
'No, Julienne.'
She turned wide-eyed to her aunt.
Eugenia shook her head. 'Our position is too precarious. Risking your reputation at a time like this could lead to our ruin. I'm ashamed of myself for allowing Hugh to run wild like this, and I'm ashamed that you've been the one to go haring after him every time.' She sighed. 'I haven't done a very good job of being the disciplinarian, I'm afraid. It's time I corrected that. I shall be the one to go after him.'
Julienne leaned over and kissed her aunt's cheek. 'You've done a remarkable job. But you'll have to trust me. The places Hugh frequents would make you swoon, and we can't have that.'
'Oh, I don't know about that. I was married, and you're just a-'
'Do you know what a dildo is?'
Eugenia's eyes widened. 'Good grief!'
'Or the Kama Sutra?'
Eugenia waved her hands in front of her face. 'Of course, I've heard of such things, but for you to have been exposed… Good heavens.'
'See? You're already on the verge of a fit of vapors.' Julienne grabbed her aunt's elbow and led her toward the stairs. 'I shall see to Hugh.'
'You cannot go back to Remington's! If Fontaine were to hear of it-'
'I don't believe Hugh went to Remington's,' she said dryly. 'He owes too much money there.'
'Too much… Oh, dear God, we're ruined!' Eugenia shook her head, resigned.
'Now, now. Order some hot tea and settle in. Don't worry yourself. I will locate Hugh, and we'll sort this entire mess out.' She prodded her aunt up the stairs.
'I don't feel right about you going out alone at this hour, Julienne.'
'I know,' she soothed. 'I won't be gone long.'
'The last time you said that, you spent the night with Lucien Remington!'
'Aunt Eugenia!' Julienne glanced around the foyer in dismay. 'Keep your voice down!'
Her aunt grumbled her way up the stairs, glancing down at the foyer indecisively every few steps.
Julienne moved into the study to wait for the carriage, and poured herself two fingers of Hugh's expensive brandy. She lifted the tumbler and downed the contents, coughing and wincing as the potent liquor burned its way down her throat.
Her body still hummed vibrantly from her earlier orgasm, but deep inside, her heart was cold. The things Lucien had said… that woman he was with…
No. She couldn't think of that now, or she would go mad.
She had to think about Hugh, who was in for a surprise. She was weary of his irresponsibility, and at the present moment, she was furious with every male on the planet.
Her brother was about to discover that firsthand.
It was nearly dawn, and Julienne was close to exhaustion by the time the carriage pulled up to the fourth house. She was relying on her coachman to find her brother based on his knowledge of Hugh's favorite haunts. This was her final stop. If this was not the correct party, she would return to Montrose Hall and wait for Hugh there.
Her footman climbed the steps and made the necessary inquiries. Moments later, he opened the carriage door. 'Lord Montrose arrived an hour past, my lady.'
'Good.' She alighted from the carriage and wrapped her cloak tighter around her.
As she walked up the short staircase, Julienne admired the grand Georgian design. It was large for a townhouse, and the beautifully maintained facade proudly boasted the wealth of its owner. The door was held open, and she swept right in, using the hood of her cloak to hide her face.
She found her brother in a richly appointed billiards room, surrounded by a large and boisterous group of gentlemen and demimondaines. Julienne waited for him to notice her in the doorway, unwilling to risk stepping inside. Hugh laughed at a pretty brunette's witticism and then glanced her way. Despite her hood and cloak, he recognized her. His humor fled, turning into wide-eyed, mouth-agape horror. He left his companions without a word and hastened toward her with his long-legged stride. Gripping her elbow, he pulled her into the shadows.
