House of Pleasure by Deborah Court (good books to read in english .TXT) 📕

music had stopped completely now. The crowd had formed a circle around them, staring at them curiously behind their masks. Only Ryan, his doppelganger, was nowhere to be seen. Maybe the coward had left when he saw things getting somewhat complicated for him, Luke thought contemptuously.

"I think I need some fresh air," he murmured more to himself than to Jane. Then he grudgingly stepped back from her and left the ballroom through the open doors to the terrace, crossing it quickly and descending the steps that led to the garden.

Damn, this garden was vast! Much larger than it had looked from the inside of the house. Luke nearly lost his way while walking between the old elm trees that grew so close together that their crowns swallowed the pale light coming from the faraway ballroom. He found his way to the beach and walked there for hours, yet seeing no other houses in either directions, just a wild beach with a grey sea that seemed to be troubled tonight, high waves rolling in and breaking on the shore. Storm clouds began to darken the sky, mirroring his bad mood perfectly. Nevertheless he decided to go back to the house.

He had just made it to the outskirts of the rose garden when it began to rain heavily. Luke looked around for shelter and found the pavilion he had seen from the tea salon earlier that day, and turned his steps in that direction. When he reached the pavilion - he saw that it was more a circular Greek temple made of white marble; with columns, stone benches and an arched roof that held a statue of Aphrodite, the goddess of love. He looked down at himself and felt quite stupid in his short toga that was now drenched by the rain and looked like he had wrapped a wet white towel around his body.

He had thrown his laurel wreath into the ocean earlier, thinking of Jane's perfect body entangled with this ... impostor! Luke had no idea how Ryan, if this was his real name, had managed to look like him. Maybe his face was the result of excellent plastic surgery. Or could he be a distant relative Luke didn't know of? He shook his head. Impossible. But this wouldn't be the only thing happening here that he had believed to be impossible before.

He climbed the few steps to the temple and sighed when he stepped under the roof. Water was dripping from his toga, forming a small pool at his feet. His body went rigid when he realized that he was not alone.

"I hoped you would come, Luke," Jane said softly when she came out of the shadows, enjoying the sight of her lover's athletic body in the far-too-small toga. The lovely scent of roses hung in the air, intensified by the humidity. The summer rain fell constantly, its soft sound calming the remaining anger of their earlier argument.

"Well, I am here," Luke said, feeling like an idiot right now. He told himself that he had forgotten the midnight meeting Jane had suggested, that he just was here by sheer chance because it had begun to rain ...

But he had come here, fully knowing that it was possible that she was there, waiting for him. Even if he didn't want to admit it to himself, his steps had automatically led him to this pavilion. He had desperately needed to meet her.

There had been enough words between them tonight. Luke instantly took action, grabbing her like a rag doll and pulling her into his arms, kissing her like the crazed madman he was ... crazy for her. He let his tongue slide between her lips, seductively kissing her with all the desire that had been building up inside him the whole evening. He ravished her, kissed her hard and long until her lips became swollen with his passion.

Jane moaned into his mouth, feeling his strong hands wandering all over her body. He ripped apart the delicate silk of the dress that clung to her lush curves, baring her hot skin to his touch. He had her naked in no time, and quickly freed himself of the ridiculous costume she had put him into. Now it was just the two of them, their naked bodies pressed against each other in the depths of the night, flesh on flesh.

"I will make you forget that he ever existed, Jane," he whispered roughly into her ear. Then he knelt down before her, kissing his way down her body while he moved - her neck and throat, the swell of her bosom, his tongue shortly flickering over her nipples that had grown upright and hard in the cool air of the rainy night. His mouth left a hot trail over her belly, then further down until he reached the soft mound of her sex.

He laughed with male satisfaction and grabbed her buttocks with his large hands, forcing her to spread her thighs slightly. Then his tongue flickered over her nether lips, pleasurably parting them until he found her little nub that was already throbbing for him like a secret treasure. He started to circle her with his tongue, enjoying the deep, throaty sounds of lust she made. When he had her all wet and ready, he rose and took her in his arms.

He carried her to the nearest curved bench and sat down with her, taking her on his lap so she straddled him. He watched her eyes close, then darkened with desire when she opened them again. At the same time he entered her, the thick head first, feeling the resistance of her tight entrance. When he pushed harder, she opened up for him, letting him in. Slowly, slowly he slid up into her slick channel, loving the feeling of how her inner muscles enclosed him, pulling him in deeper.

Jane met his upward thrust with a downward movement of her hips and impaled herself on his thick, hard shaft, pulsating inside her with desire.

She sighed