Chapter 26 Dances and Threats

Sinclair

Descending the grand staircase leading to the ballroom, she clasped his arm tighter. Afraid she'd stumble or worst, fall. His whole family was waiting for them with a smile. Let alone the society, eyeing her like starving piranhas. Ready to annihilate her with the slightest mishap.

"You are doing great, sweet." He muttered, scanning the crowd looking for possible threats while patting her hand in comfort. His grip was strong, a reassurance he got her. She sighed in relief when they alighted the last flight of stairs.

Heading straight to the group where a formidable petite woman was leading, Nicholas bowed respectfully. "Mother." He murmured. "Therese. Ingrid." His sisters curtsied with wide smiles. He nodded his head in acknowledgment, turning, he shook hands with his brothers-in-law. Pleasantries aside, he gestured to her. "I would like to present my fiancee, Sinclair Yuan." He introduced her with a flourish, kissing her knuckles while pulling her gently before him. She smiled nervously, gazing at the woman who gave life to Nicholas and raised him to be an honorable man.

In a widow's garb, lush black hair with streaks of silver in an elaborate hair-do, her face showed no sign of her actual age, however, her dark brown eyes showed wisdom and warmth. The only sign of pain she had while mourning the loss of her husband was the faint bluish cast under her eyes. Sinclair tried to curtsy as customary to balls held by the nobility, the woman clucked her tongue, pulling her in a tight embrace instead. It took a while to register. When she did, she hugged her back with a sighed of relief.

Rebecca, Dowager Viscountess Redington, pulled back and smiled. "I am so happy to finally meet the woman who captured my son's heart."

"It's an honor, my lady..." Answering timidly, she stopped when Nicholas's mother raised her hand.

"No. Call me mum. You will be my daughter soon. No need for formalities." She glanced at Nicholas, he was watching the exchange with a smirk on his lips.

"Mum," Sinclair tried it shyly. Her heart blossomed. It felt right.

The older lady's smile broadened. "Off you go, Nicholas. Join your group. I will introduce my new daughter to mine." Shooing him away.

Redington's eyes narrowed. Though he knew there was not much he can do. "I will be back for our first dance, sweet." He bowed once more before leaving them. His peers at the club surrounded him with boisterous congratulations.

"Come, my child. Remember, we don't stand on ceremony with family. My group of nosy ladies are family," The dowager added.

Nick's sisters and Lady Louise walked with them, giggling while they inspected Sinclair's one-of-a-kind engagement ring.

"I saw this at Sotherby's auction a few years ago. This was part of a queen's collection." Louise stated, gasping Sinclair's left hand, studying the exquisite artwork.

Shocked, she halted. "Really?" The girls nodded.

Their group waited for the dowager to exchange pleasantries with the prominent ladies of the ton. "The club," Therese gestured to Nicholas and his peers, "bought the entire collection. We, of course, have unique and notable pieces in our vault but those men wanted engagement rings from the Victorian era. The piece you are wearing was made by master jewelers in 1837, a collaboration of Carlo Guiliano and Castellani. It is priceless." She added dreamily.

Shit! She felt like hiding her engagement ring in a safe complete with censors inside a heavily secured museum.

"Oh, don't fret, Sin." Ingrid patted her hand and glared at Therese and Louise in a warning.

"No...I...god! This is too much." She whispered. An understatement at the moment, considering she was about to be presented to the ladies who held the key to the ton's complete acceptance to their circle. Her eyes looked for Nicholas around the room. Sensing she needed reassurance, he met her gaze and winked. She blushed, breaking eye contact.

"My dear, allow me to introduce to you the Dowager Duchess of Cerdic." The beautiful, tall woman, with golden hazel eyes, smiled serenely at Sinclair. Her lips lifted in a semblance of a nervous smile in return. Another lady of standing was introduced until she had met all the mothers of the exclusive club Nicholas was a member of. They were gracious and welcoming, making it a point to everyone watching, she was accepted despite being a commoner.

She had wanted to make Nicholas proud of her. By the expression on his face, she was doing a great job. She only hoped Lady Tanning was not attending to ruin the moment. From what she had gathered, the lady in question was now a pariah because of her husband's nefarious deeds. The family was also buried in a mortgage with creditors all over England looking for them, thus, they were in hiding. She felt not an ounce of pity for the woman. Sylvia deserved her comeuppance.

A screech from an instrument at the orchestra above the grand balcony held everyone's attention. She felt a hand on her elbow and she glanced at the wonderful man claiming his dance.

"My lady," he bowed. His darkening gaze sweeping over her form hungrily.

"My lord," Sinclair answered. She curtsied playfully this time, making him grin.

"My dance, I believe," he uttered, pressing his lips to her left hand where the engagement ring glittered, showing he owned her. Heart, body, and soul.

"Of course. Lead the way," He did.

She didn't know anything about the traditional waltz, however, she had complete faith in him to guide her. Just like he was guiding her to their future.

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Unknown

Entering the nondescript building outskirts of London, she glanced left and right, making sure she was not followed before typing the code for the entrance in the lobby. Walking straight to a private elevator, she entered and press a button that would bring her to the underground.

After a couple of minutes, a loud ping sounded, signaling she was about to meet her employers.

The leader at the head of the table was young. Though covered in a simple black mask, she knew him. Handsome, lean, dark hair and blue eyes, lips straight, he remained silent, his gaze sharp, assessing his property. Indeed, she was. Not by choice. She took a seat facing the group of men and another woman decked out in their finery. Obviously, they came from a ball held by the Dowager Marchioness of Sandringham.

"Report," The leader commanded.

She tried to make her facial expression blank but she couldn't. She had been trained to fear him. "She trusts me."

"Good. When can you deliver?" Paul Adley said. He was fidgety. High from the narcotics displayed at the long table.

"Shut up, Adley. We are in this mess because of you and your father and your whore of a stepmother." All of them tensed from the leader's harsh tone. Rage made his eyes darker. "Continue, pet."

"I need more time, master. They will need me soon. When the time is right, I will get her for you." She promised, never making eye contact. "I won't let you down." -I won't let my baby sister down.- She rather like Sinclair Yuan but her sister was more important. She was her only hope. Soon, Lyrica would turn eighteen and she would be sold to the highest bidder. She would never let that happen to her only remaining relative. Any punishment and degradation she would gladly take for her.

"Good. The plan remains the same. As agreed, Paul and Sylvia will keep her hidden for us. Until such time, she will be ransomed. Do you think she is still virgo intacta?" The master asked cruelly.

"I...I don't know for sure." She knew. But it would be best if they thought Sinclair was still a virgin. They won't damage her that much like what they did to her. She and her sister were born bastards. She had made a mistake in trusting the man before her, giving herself to him, thinking he cared. How wrong she was. These lords saw them as a fair game. Especially when their father sold them to cover his debts.

"Hmmm, try to find out, will you, pet?"

She nodded. "I will, master."

"Good. Now, leave. Wait for us in the playroom. I want you fresh and naked. Prepare my favorite toys." Just like that, she was dismissed like an unwanted pest.

Exiting the meeting room, her legs trembling, she fought to stop her tears. Tonight will be another of one those nights. They would take turns on her, leave her broken and bleeding. Soon, she will know where he kept her sister and she will leave this godforsaken place.

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Sinclair

The night was simply magical. People congratulated the newly affianced couple making Sinclair smile radiantly the whole time. The Gazette's editor approached them and Viscount Redington gave an exclusive interview. Announcing their betrothal to the outside world. She knew by tomorrow they would be on the front page of the prestigious newspaper as well as magazines and social media.

Unperturbed, thoroughly enjoying herself, she and Nicholas danced the night away until they had to leave before midnight.

He had to be in another meeting at the club. She didn't complain. Knowing what he was doing was for her safety. But she wished they would end the night with sultry lovemaking, was looking forward to it. She blushed from her thoughts.

"I would give anything to be able to read your mind right now, sweet." He murmured on her scented hair while she was cozily perched on his lap on their way home. Though unnecessary, he had insisted to personally escort her to their suite before going out once more.

She shook her head, snuggling closer to his warmth. The backseat of the limo was private, a dark panel divided the dimmed interior from the driver. They had at least thirty minutes before they reach their destination. "Hmmm, from your hard nipples, begging for my attention. I don't need to guess." He cupped her breast with his free hand, kneading her firm softness.

"Nicholas," she moaned. She knew she was sore but she wanted him so much.

"When you recover, I will fuck your tight wet pussy with my cock until you scream. Fill you with my seed and relish seeing our combined cum running down your thighs." Fuck! She was feeling the moisture gathering on her slit. He groaned. "Do you want to cum?"

"Yes. Please." Without another word, he kissed her hard. Plunging his tongue into her mouth to taste her sweetness. She could hardly keep up. All she can do was gripped his locks, tried to hold on, accepting his dominance. She felt the cold air touch her naked legs, his hand parting her thighs keeping her warm.

Nicholas broke their kiss to take a deep breath then looked down at her. Their eyes met. His fingers danced outside her seamless lace thongs. He sucked in a sharp breath, feeling how wet she was for him. Tearing the delicate material, he parted her pussylips, tracing her crevice, watching bliss contort her beautiful fairie-like features. "Lower your bodice for me." His voice was gravelly with desire.

With trembling hands, Sinclair lowered the thin straps of her gown, leaving her upper body fully exposed to his hungry gaze. "I want you." She said. Eager to touch and please him like what he was doing to her.

"You will have me. But not yet." He lowered his head and feasted. She cried out as he thumbed her clit in circles while he sucked her hard nipples. From one to the other, he licked and nipped, marked and savored.

Her moans of pleasure synched with his grunts of satisfaction when she pulled him closer, chanting his name. She was close, wanting him since their first dance.

Sucking her moist tip firmly, he plunged two of his thick fingers into her tight pussy, making her scream from an intense orgasm. Her wet channel squeezed his digits, trying to milk him as she did on his cock. Moaning, she undulated her hips until the intense pleasure subsided.

"Oh God, Nicholas." She burrowed her face on his neck. Her heart was thumping and she was trying to catch her breath. He hummed in approval, kissing her flushed cheeks.

"Get some rest, Sinclair. Tomorrow, I will be riding your pussy nonstop." He growled. She felt him. Hard and throbbing on her ass. Maybe she could... "No, sweet. I can wait."

Nicholas ignored his need. She felt him pull down her skirt, arranged her bodice, and kissed her temple. In no time, she was asleep in his arms.

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The next day was a bummer. She had one class to attend at Uni before her finals. And then she had multiple theses to accomplish before her grades could be validated. Only then, if she passed, she would be included in the list for graduating students.

Always patient with her, though their plans were hampered, he decided to join her at the campus and do some paperwork in his office while he waited until her class was finished. She was rather irritated because she was so horny and couldn't do anything about it because of her schedule. As a result, she was in a foul mood.

People were gawking at him when they entered the campus. His hand on her waist, heightening her sensitivity -he was oblivious to it- while they walked on the hallways was received with whispers of speculation. Plus, their bodyguards drew a lot of attention from faculty and staff. Damn! She felt like stomping her foot.

"Sweetheart," he halted at the entrance of the lecture room. Looking down at her upturned face, his dark gaze narrowed. "Why are you upset?" Blushing, she averted her face and mumbled something. "I can't hear you."

"It's nothing." her sandals became an interesting sight. His two fingers lifted her chin.

"Are you upset I came home..."

"No," she was shaking her head furiously. Not liking the uncertainty in his voice. "I know you were needed at the club." She stopped. Hesitant to tell him. But then she recalled mum's advice. -Communication is the key.- "You promise last night we would..." she blushed harder. He sucked in a sharp breath when he realized what she meant. She couldn't continue. It was too embarrassing.

"Of course. I would never break a promise to my beautiful viscountess." He leaned closer, whispering in her ear. "Come to my office after your class. Be a good girl and you will be rewarded. Multiple times." She shuddered. "Go now. I will wait for you." He straightened, nudging her gently inside the door.

Sinclair didn't dare meet his hot gaze. Two hours of lecture. After that...she took a deep breath, feeling his eyes on her until she took a seat at the back of the bleachers.

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Her hand was trembling as she turned the knob of the heavy double doors of his office. Although she was wearing a knitted long-sleeved sweater over her floral printed light pink dress, she shivered with anticipation. He was waiting for her so he could fulfill his promise.

Nicholas was behind his desk, signing a document when she entered. He glanced up. "Come here, sweetheart." Setting aside his work, he cleared the table, making a room for her in front of him.

Her heart hammered in her chest and she licked her lips, her pussy creaming with need. "Nicholas."

"Stop." She did. Unsure. "Undress for me." His voice was thick. A few feet from him, she stared at his crotch. A thick hard cock was prominent underneath his pants.

Sinclair shrugged off her white sweater. Blushing, her nimble fingers went to the tiny buttons of her dress. The fabric gaped at the front, showing her lacy brassiere and smooth torso. Nicholas was breathing deeply in impatience. "Don't make me tear your clothes off, Sin. I've been dying to taste you since last night."

She moaned at his words, letting the fabric fall from her body, leaving her in her matching pair of underwear. Knowing how demanding he can be, she unclasped her bra, her pair of panties followed. Closing the distance, she moved in front of him and leaned on his desk.

He moaned. Nicholas made short work of removing his suit jacket and white dress shirt. Leaving his upper body with defined muscles, washboard abs, and six-pack bare.

Sinclair clenched her hands, wanting to touch him. Yet she was waiting for his instructions. "Unbutton my pants." She fumbled a bit. He waited patiently, watching her intently until she was cradling his hard cock in her small hands.

Groaning, he leaned forward to claim her lips, pressing his rock-hard erection against her stomach as his tongue danced with her. "I need to be inside you, sweetheart," he growled against her lips, his hands gripping roughly at her naked hips, sweeping her lower back to squeeze her ass, then he was lifting her on his mahogany desk, parted her thighs, and stepping in between. The surface was smooth and cold but she hardly felt it. "Your pussy is soaking wet for me. Take me inside you."

She reached between them and took hold of his dick, the bulbous tip moist with need. She rubbed her thumb across his leaking cockhead, then stroke down his length as he positioned his body closer to hers. "I want you so much." She whispered, aiming him at her dripping opening. She didn't care that she was swollen and tender. She wanted this. She craved his cock inside her again. She gasped when he thrust in, almost half of his thick length sinking straight into her tight walls. "Nicholas." She whimpered. Her body adjusting to his size.

"You are so fucking tight," he growled, resting his forehead against hers with his eyes closed; he adjusted his stance, spreading his legs a bit, then shoved his body to pin her to the table. "I will never get enough of your pussy. I am addicted to you, Sinclair." He warned her, adjusting his grip to balance her weight better against his pelvis; he slid from her body, then rammed right back home. This time he was balls deep. Sinclair moaned at the fullness.

"I am all yours." She uttered. Breathless and panting.

"Fuck, yes! You are mine. Forever." He answered. He wiggled closer between her legs to sink even deeper. He grunted when she squeezed him.

His hands gripping her ass, he suddenly pulled her to him then whipped around so he fell backward on his comfortable leather black chair, chuckling softly when her arms wrapped around his neck. She tried to glare but moaned instead. He kept her carefully seated on his cock. "I know you love riding me, sweet." She was astride his lap with him buried so deep inside her.

She licked her lips, then locked her daze eyes with him. She bit her lower lip, her dark brown eyes dilate with need. His stomach muscles contracted as his cock slid out of her and he let the full force of gravity for her tight cunny to sink back on his slick length. She whimpered, feeling his cockhead nudge her womb.

Adjusting on his lap, spreading her legs a bit wider, she shifted forward to rest her hands on his broad shoulder. Moaning at the feel of his thickness pulsing inside of her, felt him sinking even deeper into her. "God, you are so big," she whispered before starting to move on him. She raised her hips to slide his length from inside her, glancing down to watch his rod leaving her creamy wet haven, then dropping her hips back, taking every inch of his dick deep inside her. She shuddered as his entire length stroked along her clit as she sank onto him. Her eyes fluttered. Closing in bliss.

He smirked. Loving her body sliding on his front. "Now, ride me."

She nodded, her forehead creased in concentration as she raised her hips, repeating her movements.

"Slowly. I want to savor this," he warned, his hands rushing to grab her hips. Guiding her movements. "I want you to cum several times before I do," Both of their gazes dropped to where they were intimately joined. "I love how your juices coat my cock. Dripping on my balls." He groaned and licked his own lips, sweat beading on his forehead. He guided her down on him and gyrated his hips.

She shivered, again, her clit hit his length on his strokes. "I love this," she whispered. Sinking onto him until her ass rested on his thighs. Gasping when his cockhead hit a spot deep inside her channel. She undulated her hips, up and down, squeezing, keeping him buried deep in her. She smiled in satisfaction when he groaned and arched against her. "You like being deep inside me, baby?"

"I fucking love it," he growled, watching her rise and fall on him. "Faster."

Her lower lip between her teeth, she slammed back down onto his length. His cock was hitting so far up inside her in this position, she couldn't help but whimper, yet she didn't stop riding him faster. She was so wet, he was gliding effortlessly along her inner muscles and she was slamming down on him. "Oh, god!" Her muscles clenched with need. On the verge of cumming too damn soon. "Too much," She warned him as she moved. Her clit tingling with the need to cum. "I'm going to cum," She gasped. Her eyes pleading.

"Be a good girl and cum," he whispered harshly. He smiled almost evilly and gripped her hips tightly. "Hold on," he warned a second before with a hard thrust of his hips, he drove his powerful cock even further into her pussy. "Cum for me," he growled. His hips pistoning as he held on her a certain height above him, he rammed into her with loud slaps of his pelvis against her tummy, his eyes glued to his cock as it appeared and disappeared into her body. "Fuck, your pussy is gorgeous."

"Nicholas!" She cried out, fire bursting between her legs as her orgasm started. Her weight on him, she leaned forward when he started to thrust, again and again, meeting her downward movements. He was hitting her fleshy spot perfectly, so deep inside her that she might pass out, but she rode him harder. The force of her orgasm crashing down on her, her knees squeezing his hips needing him to fuck her fast and deep.

"I'm going to cum!" She screamed his name, letting go. Her pussy walls squeezing him rhythmically. She trembled in his arms from the force of her climax. Her forehead rested on his chest, waiting for the delicious sensation to subside. When she raised her head after some time, he leaned in to kiss her hungrily.

She opened her mouth to take his tongue, his cock driving into her divinely. And she felt him move them again. This time she was flat on her back on his hard desk. His thumb reached between them to rub her wet clit. She moaned weakly, still too sensitive.

Spreading her legs wider, she arched her back inviting him to take his pleasure of her body.

"Shhh...I can wait. I want you to cum again." He reached beneath her knees to spread her legs wider before he pushed them up to her chest. Opening her to him fully. "Just like that." He commanded before pulling her ass a bit higher, giving him a perfect angle to plunder to her need. He smiled when she moaned for him, then he reached down to thumb her clit while ramming into her with thrusts that slap skin-against-skin. "Fuck, that's so good."

Arching, her legs falling further apart, her abdominal muscles thrust up to meet him each time he lunged deeper. Her orgasm immediately started while he kept rubbing her clit and her body flushes with the heat of it. "Harder. Nick, please!"

He groaned as he thrust faster, harder, deeper into her swollen tightness; his thrusts were manic, his thumb a whirlwind against her nub. Her second orgasm hit her and she bit her lip until she drew blood. "No! Scream for me!" He growled. She did. Sobbing and thrashing underneath him.

Nicholas fucked her through her orgasm. She moaned and groaned, making noise that could alert the people outside his office but he didn't care. He let her ride his cock, her inner walls hugging and stroking every inch of him as he moved in or out. His thick length was coated in her juices, there were loud squishing noises as he fucked her harder.

-Thank god for soundproof walls.- She thought.

"Are you okay, sweet?" He asked, slowing down his movements. He cupped her face. She nodded. Her lips connected to his palm. He leaned down to kiss her gently.

"Cum in me. Fill me." She enticed. He was throbbing hard so deep inside her.

He moaned. "I will." His cock twitched.

She spread her legs further apart for him. "I want to cum again, with you."

"I love you." He groaned. He pushed up onto his hands, his gaze dropping to where they were intimately connected. He started to move, again, his cock glistening with her juices. He watched his cock enter her, then withdraw and his eyes widened when he saw she was soaking wet for him. He knew she was excited for what's to come and it spurred him on. With one last moan, he hammered into her. He drove his cock so hard into her pussy, he was shoving her upward on his table, he doesn't remove his eyes from watching his cock pounding her. He groaned aloud, his cock thickening. "Fuck!" He cursed savagely before he squirting hot jets of his cum deep inside Sinclair's tight pussy, triggering another orgasm from her, he pulled back, then rammed back into her spasming core, and shoots even more of his cum. He shot three or four more loads before he shivered and sank his weight above her, his face buried in the crook of her neck. "You are so amazing."

The only response she could muster was to kiss his hair and hold unto him tightly. She would never let him go.

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