A Seditious Affair (Society of Gentlemen, #2)

by K.J. Charles

the face of a fucked and fallen angel. Lost or found in lust, you couldn’t tell, but he turned his head away, closing his eyes. “Look,” Silas whispered in his ear, saw him shudder. “Look at yourself.” How can you not see what I see? “Tory whore.” My Tory.

“Celebration, I said,” Silas told him. “And I’m going to celebrate you till you won’t walk straight for days.”

“You will ask me for whatever you need?” What he needed. Dominic wanted to laugh, but it hurt too much.

but if we cannot prove our case to be the better one, if we can only counter them by throwing away the rights and liberties that we have held precious for centuries, what does that say for our case?”

“I’ve no desire to fall out with Richard. You know that. I love him dearly and always will.” “But it is, perhaps, time to stop seeing yourself through his eyes.” Julius gave him a surprisingly sympathetic glance. “I think that might be good for both of you.”

then Silas understood what it was to be important. He mattered, and not for what he could do to Dom’s body either. Dom cared what he thought, and that was sweeter than the Tokay, and more intoxicating too.

Just don’t bring my sweet Mr. Frey down with you.” “He’s not yours,” Silas growled. “Ain’t it time yet?”

Wednesday by Wednesday, week by week, I have become yours for the taking.

“Richard tells me I must be mad. I sometimes feel as though this room is the only sane place in the country.” Silas gave a huff of dry amusement. “You think so?” “We disagree without hatred, and fuck as we choose. If I were to give my idea of utopia…”

He feared in his bones that he’d give in if Dom asked, and Dom knew it and didn’t ask. Silas loved him more for that,

“Here’s a question, Tory. Why have we got me dressed instead of getting you undressed?”

“I have only ever wanted your happiness.” “For that, you have to let me be the arbiter of what makes me happy.”

It was hard to keep up the fight for the freedom of your fellow man when your fellow man was a bastard.

shouldn’t be fucking charity that kept children from starving and the old folk from freezing, as if the country belonged to the rich by right and everyone else lived at their sufferance and by their whim.

“Funny thing, I never feel weaker than when I’m with you. But after, I can keep going another week, because there’s you at the end of it.” Dominic breathed the words in, making them part of himself. Their tone, the feel of Silas’s fingers, their tightening grip. He etched it all in his memory, to be taken out and examined reverently when he was alone.

“I know. You can’t accept a damned thing except for the trivial matters of my heart, my soul, and my moral certainty. You’ve helped yourself to those quite freely.” “And your arse,”

“Ah, you love it. Politics, pricks, and principle, that’s what you like most.”

“And it seems to me we’ve had enough of two of those.” “If you say so. Would you like to discuss the forthcoming election?” Silas’s face was a little more careworn, but his grin was as savage as ever, and his hand was tightening painfully. “Almost right, Tory. One letter off. And I’m going to make you work for this one.”

He’s lost everything and he’s gone.” “Where?” Harry demanded, white-faced. “He doesn’t know, my love. That’s why he’s here,” Julius said. “Apply your intelligence.

Come to bed with me, you blasted radical. Bring me your revolution.”

There really were no chains like the ones in your head.

“First things first. Dominic assures us you cannot have been part of this conspiracy because you were committing crimes against nature with him well into yesterday evening.