His Wicked Seduction novel Chapter 27

Audrey watched the two remaining men, Lucien and Jonathan, as they stood at the opposite end of the drawing room. Jonathan eyed Audrey with hesitation, then looked to Lucien, who shrugged indifferently. She bit her lip, trying not to smile. Watching him squirm was more than a little amusing.

"Miss Audrey, would you please accompany me upstairs? I should like to-" but Audrey cut him off.

"No, I don't think I shall," she declared. All of the men had been so boorish this evening she wasn't about to give ground, not even for him.

She reached for her fashion magazine again. Jonathan's eyes narrowed. She feigned a yawn, noting the way his nostrils flared and his fists clenched. There was a wicked pleasure to be found in getting under his skin. She knew he only wanted to cement his role in the League and she was making that difficult.

"She needs a firm hand, Jonathan. Show her who's in charge," Lucien encouraged as he leaned back against the wall, grinning.

Jonathan grimaced and walked over to Audrey's chair.

"Miss Audrey." This time his tone was clearly a warning. "You will come with me at once."

With a lift of her chin, Audrey declared war. "You wouldn't dare touch me, not after what my brother did to Charles." Secretly she hoped he would be daring enough. The thrill of making him work for her attention left her heart beating madly.

"Audrey, don't encourage him," Horatia cut in. Clearly she saw the storm brewing. Her sister abandoned her book and made to stand, but Lucien pushed away from the wall, blocking her. Horatia dropped back down into her seat as she met Audrey's gaze and gave a warning shake of her head.

"I would dare to touch you, and more, you rebellious little chit," Jonathan said. Before she had time to properly react, he scooped her up into his arms.

She kicked and squirmed. He was ruining the way she'd planned their encounter. It wasn't supposed to go this way. She wanted to be seduced! When her struggles proved futile, she retaliated in a way that worked against small children and unruly pets.

She rolled her magazine into a tube and started whacking him over the head while screaming, "Have at it, you fiend!" Despite the assault, Jonathan never flinched, even when she walloped him soundly between the eyes.

He glared down at her with such a level of irritation that sparks seemed to fly. "Fiend, am I?"

Jonathan marched out of the room with her in his arms and carried her up the stairs. When he reached her bedroom, he nearly kicked the door down. Audrey abandoned the magazine and resumed her struggles.

Lord he is strong, she thought with a sudden pang of desire. Being overwhelmed like this was something she hadn't counted on, nor had she expected to enjoy it so much. Perhaps there was something to be said about being manhandled. What if he lost control of himself and ripped her clothes off? She gasped at the dizzy excitement that overtook her.