Wicked Lord: Part One Read Online Free

brother." Fanton stopped his circuitous
route around Ariel with his hand too intimately holding her
waist.
    Beth wanted to snatch that hand away and
shout at him to leave her only friend alone. Instead, she nodded
her head with forced but demure manners, saying, "A glass of sherry
would be welcome, my lord. Adam, please do not let us keep you from
your friends."
    Adam's handsome face and buff gray eyes
unveiled a stubborn look Beth had seen quite often. She balanced on
a fine line between Adam and Fanton. Adam wanted to defend her,
while Fanton could easily crush him.
    "I'm in the mood to dance tonight," Adam
said, then he bowed to Ariel, straightened, and he held out his
arm. "Please, let me escort you to the sherry, Lady Ariel."
    Oh no , Beth thought, trying to keep
the distress she felt from her features. It was a very bad thing
for Adam to try to come between Fanton and what he'd set his sights
on. Beth knew Adam was trying to help her, by perhaps trying to
court Ariel's attentions away from their stepbrother Fanton, whose
eyes blazed darkly.
    Ariel appeared instantly flattered. Adam was
fit, tall, and handsome … any woman's desire. So, enticed, Ariel
glided forward in her lavender silk gown with lace embellishments.
She took Adam's arm with a delighted laugh, leaving Fanton's hand
to fall free from her waist as the couple relocated to the
parlor.
    Belatedly, Beth thought to move. To flee
from Fanton's reach. However, she'd delayed a bit too long and as
she tried to follow Adam and Ariel, a dauntless hand grasped her
forearm, stopping her.
    "You'll do," Fanton drawled, tugging her off
balance and up against his hard body clad in impeccable black and
white evening attire. "You will always do, my shy, plump pet."
    Beth's gaze darted to Fanton's blackened
hunter’s gaze and she thought to protest, loudly. But his musty
breath slid tendrils across her face, and a moment later she swayed
toward him.
    Fanton gazed down his stepsister's ample
cleavage. It appeared to him as if her big tits wanted to leap from
the gown she was wearing. Quicker than a man could see, he reached
forward and squeezed one of her fat breasts, and then he dropped
his hand to the indent of her waist. Too late, Beth's hand lifted
to brush across where he'd groped, but his hand was long gone.
    There was always Beth, so malleable ,
he thought. Yet she was a feast he dared only nibble at. Not
because they were related, as they weren't related in any biblical
sense, and not because they were a contrived family. That was a
lie. No , he thought, looking down at Beth's face as she
pushed with weakened resolve against his chest trying to escape his
strength. The reason he didn't devour her was that Lady Beth
Winslow, his stepsister, looked very much like the one portrait he
had of his mother.
    "Yet," he uttered, closing his other hand to
squeeze Beth's waist between both his large hands. "My mother would never act as slutty as you do." Beth whimpered at the cruel
clutch of his hands and her warm breath fanned his face. "But that
other one, your friend," he drawled, looking up toward the parlor
doors, then back down at his slutty sister swaying before him. "She
looks nothing like Mother." That one was all blond with her tits
barely covered like his sister's.
    "You do it to tempt men," Fanton bit
out as Beth clawed at the front of his black evening jacket. "Worse
than whores in the streets." His voice lowered into a hissing
sound.
    "Lord Fanton? Beth? Are you coming for
sherry?" Adam's voice called from within the parlor.
    Fanton sneered, releasing Beth and she
stumbled backward several paces. He adjusted his facial features
into as pleasant as he could arrange them. Then he looked over at
Adam, who had appeared at the parlor entrance, as he said, "Our
sister wants to monopolize me, little brother. I will tear her away
though."
    "Come on, Beth," Adam called.
    Beth's multi-colored eyes blinked and she
looked quite confused as Fanton sneered and walked past her