Vines, Ella - Camille's Seduction [Dukes of Desire 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read Free

excitement in his eyes.
    “I am...we are going to make you feel things you never have before, Camille.” A memory stabbed at her heart, and she wondered if he was right or wrong.
    “I suppose you will have to, then.” A frisson of excitement coursed through her. She realized she probably had little to fear. The three of them could have raped her hours ago, and they had promised not to consummate anything tonight. Why not enjoy yourself? You’ll be married to him anyway soon enough, unless he’s lying. She lay still as he moved toward her and pulled the silky sheets down. Her legs goose pimpled in the cool night air of May.
    “Wait.”
    “What?”
    “I need to know if you were lying about our future marriage.” Camille twirled a strand of hair, staring into Titus’ eyes. She heard Knoll clear his throat.
    “No. Absolutely. We will be married a week from tonight in a small, private ceremony of you, me, and my brothers—as guests. I swear to you on my family name.” His brothers nodded to the left and right of him.
    “I take your word, then. Do with me as you will, other than consummation.” Sweat trickled down her temple at the exertion of being strong, of putting on a brave face. I will not be a victim. I’ve already been that once.
    “As you wish, princess.” Titus looked at her in open lust.

    * * * *

    Titus moved his hand up her smooth ankle, massaging it. He saw her eyes close and felt her muscles relax under his hands.
    “You feel so marvelous, princess.” He moved his hands up to her calves, massaging both of them. He heard a moan come from her, ever so softly.
    “Relax, and let me pleasure you. I’ve been wanting to do this for months.” She nodded, her eyes closed, face flushed. Titus’s erection rose, pressing against his breeches at the sight of miles of legs and soft skin under his hand. It was better than his best fantasy, touching her. Mortimer cleared his throat and raised his eyebrows. He shook his head no. I want her to myself for a few minutes. Finders, keepers and all that. She was his to do with as he wished. Love wasn’t part of it, but lust had him in its grip. He planned to take full advantage of her as his wife-to-be. He moved his hands to her thighs, his breath catching at the impossible softness of their insides. His hands slipped under her chemise, and he fingered her underwear, silky bottoms she must have worn just for the occasion. Titus heard her breath catch. His erection pressed against his breeches, and he stood, pulling them off along with his shoes and hose. He wore a thin pair of white underwear, and he sighed at feeling more free. His cock throbbed at the sight of Camille before him. He nudged her over on the bed, wanting to lie beside her. Titus stretched out next to her, his cock pressed against her chemise-clad hipbone.
    “Take the chemise off, sweet.” Camille opened her eyes and sat up, pulling it over her head. One of his brothers gasped at the sight of her full breasts rising and falling with the motion. Titus gazed at perfect, baby pink nipples and areolas.
    “Now, the under things.” His voice came out a harsh whisper, so overcome by lust was he.
    Camille slid them down and threw them aside, locking her gaze on his the whole time.
    “I don’t think you’re as naïve as I suspected.” Titus meant it. The look she had on her face spoke of knowing other men and how they thought. Camille smiled and lay back, her hands behind her head. Titus heard his brothers’ harsh breathing in the background.
    “Let me kiss her, and then you join in.”

    * * * *

    Titus brought his face close to hers, and their lips met. He pressed against her, and she nipped at his mouth, wanting to bring him pain. He responded by flicking his tongue over hers and pressing it deep into her warm space. He pulled away.
    “How will I control myself with you?” Mortimer and Knoll stood and shucked their clothing. Camille’s eyes widened at Mortimer’s muscular physique. He would