Philip's Rules (Bridal Discipline Book 1)
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Sobbing with pleasure, she managed to pull herself up enough to bite down on Philip's shoulder to muffle her screams of pleasure as the glorious climax rocked her. Just as unheeding of the maid as she was, Philip's thrusts had barely paused at the interruption; he groaned as her teeth sank in, and she felt him go stiff above her.
He throbbed inside of her, adding to the convulsions of her pussy, both of them joined together more intimately than just the physical connection.
Cordelia panted for breath as Philip caressed her, cherishing her with his hands and body, the way he'd promised.
"My apologies, sweetheart," he said, breathing the words into her ear. "Next time I'll lock the door."
She thought it over. "If you so desire... but you don't have to."
The rumbling chuckle vibrated against her body. "Oh, you naughty girl. I think I'm going to need to spank you."
Shuddering, Cordelia clutched him closer as another small orgasm wracked her, tightening her pussy around his slowly-shrinking cock. She arched her back up to lick his earlobe, smiling as he hissed in appreciation. "If you insist, my lord."
She was scandalously debauched and thoroughly corrupted, but only her husband - well and now their household - knew it. But Cordelia knew Philip liked her this way. His eyes were glowing in appreciation at her seductive, challenging words. Cordelia had been one to follow the rules all her life, but she'd never known how satisfying her life could be until she'd started following Philip's rules.
Epilogue
Felix groaned with relief when he finally returned home to his bachelor's quarters, happy to be done with this day.
Damnation. He grimaced as he realized he was going to have to find new quarters. Immediately. Jermyn Street was no place to bring a respectable woman. Bachelors lived here and only bachelors.
He had several notes to send out, not the least of which would be to his brothers and parents. Felix could only imagine the dramatics his mother would create if she were deprived of being at her son's wedding. She'd be thrilled one of them was finally getting married, and he doubted she would care even if Gabrielle truly had been ruined by Fenworth. Not as long as Felix wanted to marry her.
His mother was a true romantic, for which he counted his blessings. There were certainly going to be some who looked at Gabrielle with censure after tonight. A respectable marriage could only do so much. Of course, once the old tabbies realized he was going to be just as faithful to his marriage vows as the much-gossiped about Dunburys, that would calm quite a bit of the talk. The gossips did love a reformed rake, and that Gabrielle would be the one to "tame" him would actually do her quite a bit of good in their eyes.
In the meantime, a hasty marriage and a quick retreat to the countryside where they could cement their bond seemed in order. Felix didn't fool himself into thinking Gabrielle was going to be pleased by his and Philip's solution to her reputation. She'd been like a cat with her fur rubbed the wrong way ever since he'd met her, and - perversely - that had just made him more intrigued by her. If she'd truly wanted to be rid of his attention, she should have fawned on him.
His brother Walter had told him he was sick in the head when Felix had admitted his fascination with Gabrielle and why, and Felix couldn't bring himself to disagree.
Perhaps some of it was the challenge. She had thick walls around her, and he doubted anyone truly knew her. Much of what Cordelia thought of her was pure conjecture based on observation. The same as Felix had been forced to do. None of her suitors seemed to truly see her; they were happy to accept the charming veneer she presented, without trying to see deeper.
Felix wanted to be the one to break through those walls and discover the real Gabrielle. From the small flashes of truth he'd seen, he thought he'd rather like that Gabrielle. He know he did. The fire inside of her, the brat that never quit – when she wasn’t being cruel he liked that side of her – and the loyal friend that she already was to Arabella and Cynthia. Felix hoped that loyalty would be transferred to him as well; he wanted her loyalty, her passion, and even the brat that she could be. He doubted he’d ever be bored.
And it didn't hurt that he'd wanted to bed her from the moment he saw her either. Or that he'd seen the shiver of excitement when he'd bent down and whispered in her ear after Philip and Cordelia's wedding that he'd spank her if she didn't behave herself. Even then, knowing he'd had no right, he hadn't been able to control himself from thinking about it. Fantasizing about it.
Feisty, furious Gabrielle with her flashing green eyes and haughty chin... he'd be all too happy to help with the reformation of her viperish tongue. She'd have been wasted on a man like Pressen or Fenworth. Neither of them could see the true worth of her, the vulnerable waif hiding in her eyes, although he was sure they suspected she was a passionate woman. He doubted either of them would be able to bring those passions to fruition however, because he doubted either of them realized she craved a man to bring her to heel. Philip had told him that the physical discipline he'd instituted had had a very salutary effect on her, and Felix intended to see that didn't go to waste once she was his wife.
Disciplining Gabrielle might take a lifetime, but Felix certainly didn't mind the effort. Not with her.
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"I won't."
"You will."
"I won't." Gabrielle resisted the urge to stomp her foot. Or burst into tears. Or any other number of useless gestures that would get her nothing but a stern look and threat of a red bottom from Lord Dunbury. Her guardian. Her stepmother's husband.
Her stepmother was a lucky woman. Everyone loved her.
And no one loved Gabrielle. Not even the man who was going to marry her.
Tears stung at the backs of her eyes, and she blinked rapidly, her chin going up. "You can't make me."
"I most certainly can," Philip said, his tone going cold. Inwardly she quailed, although she didn't give any visible sign of it. Gabrielle would rather be spanked than have Philip turn off his emotions towards her. She hated it when he looked at her with impatient disgust. She especially hated it when Cordelia would try to intervene.
Life would be so much nicer if she could just hate her stepmother. Did the woman have to be so bloody perfect? Someone should nominate her for sainthood. It was an example Gabrielle could never hope to replicate. Cordelia was patience, sweetness, and light, no matter what happened to her. She saw the best in everyone and every situation. It was like she had sunshine glowing from her very pores. By comparison, Gabrielle felt like a squat toad.
She knew she was beautiful. Men liked her because she was beautiful. But that was an empty kind of admiration. A lonely way to be appreciated. On the inside, she was ugly. Especially in comparison to Cordelia.
"The papers have been signed, Gabrielle. You put yourself into this position, and you should be grateful that Felix was willing to do the honorable thing and put himself forward."
"I'd rather have Fenworth."
Absolute honesty, that. Gabrielle didn’t even have to twist the truth. Better to be married to a man who wanted her for her money than to a man who would actually tear into her heart day after day after day. The only reason she'd wanted to be married and away from this house was to avoid him...
"Fenworth isn't an option. You'll marry Felix, today." Philip looked at her, and something in his countenance softened. Just a bit. Cordelia must be getting to him too, Gabrielle though bitterly. She was the kind of wife men wanted, the kind they were willing to change for. "He'll take good care of you Gabrielle."
Of course he would. Because to do anything else would disappoint his darling Cordelia.
Perhaps this was karmic justice, after all her years of being a fairly terrible step-daughter, Gabrielle was going to marry a man who was in love with her stepmother.
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Epilogue
About the Author