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swayed a little, and she knew him to be drink sodden, and
incapable of comprehending much said in the blue room, so it was likely what
had transpired in the library was vague a best? Had he done as asked remained
her greatest worry, or had Moorby encouraged him to consume more wine than good
for him?
       “I assume my brother has made clear our
terms on my accepting your offer of betrothal?”
       The earl chuckled, stepped closer. “If not,
would I be so presumptuous in kissing your hand?” His movement alarmed her, for
he was too close, and hot breath upon her face imparted powerful essence of
ruby port. His cane, too, lodged against the back of a chaise implied her in
danger. “And now, my little Emerald, what say you to a kiss?”
       For a man of bodily substance he was deft
with arm about her waist quick sharp, and no escape from his fat wet lips. She
squirmed, but he held her fast, and forced backwards by his protruding belly
the earl leaned over her, her head cupped in hand. “Come now, Emerald, have I
not saved your brother from ruin, and now deserving of reward?”
       Mouth open to vent her spleen in revulsion
at his action, it was suddenly filled with a mighty tongue, whose power of
dominance and penetration allowed no breath to her lungs. Light-headedness
overcame her, and if not for Ned slumping to the floor the earl might have
caused her to fall vagary to the faints. He drew back a little his eye cast in
Ned’s direction, and she sought breath in gulps as the earl chirped in cocky
manner, “Fool, what a fool for a brother you have, my little Emerald?”
       “Fool yes,” her reply, terrible afraid of
her fate now that her brother lay dead drunk upon the floor. “And I fool ever
to agree to this arranged marriage between you and I.”
       “Now sweet Emerald,” he said, sweated hand
cupping her chin, “I can have you here and now, you do realise that, do you
not?” Forced to step backwards, she felt the chaise against her calves and
feared the worst. “Come sweet girl, give me something to keep me warm in the
times we must remain apart.”
       “For sake of propriety, I think not.” Scorn
at his affectionate tone made clear, she furthered, “Is my agreement to
marriage not enough? Must you manhandle me before a penny paid of Ned’s debts?”
       “But of course, dear girl.” His body weight
forced her to collapse on the chaise, and atop her he was deft with expert hand
in raising her skirts. “A sample of what I am to purchase is all I ask.”
       “Purchase?”
       “I shall own you as I shall own this
house,” he declared, mouth to her plumped breasts, tongue strafing bare flesh.
       Hands thrust to his shoulders she tried to
rid herself of his vile paunch crushing her beneath him. “I am not a piece of
furniture nor a portrait to adorn your wall.”
       He merely mumbled, “That too, my pretty
one, when I am of mind to let you out of my bed long enough to sit for a
portraitist.”
       If it was her buccaneer atop her she would
be delighted, all her senses on fire. This despicable molesting beast, no, she
would not, could not surrender herself to him. She must try, must try to escape
his clutches. “You cannot do this, I . . .”
       “Oh but I can, and will.“ He said, a
shuddering breath drawn, his eyes savouring his own spittle upon her wetted
flesh. “Ah, my little Emerald, such soft skin you have.”
       How long, how long must she endure this
groping of knee, of upper leg before the earl was satisfied? If only, if only
she could reach the nearby candelabra she could end this torture with a blow to
his shoulder. Several blows if necessary, anything to quell his lust. So
engrossed was he in taking pleasure in exploration, he might not notice her
outstretched hand.
       Oh no, not to touch her there, surely?
Please not there, but he did. Outraged at his fingers delving between her legs
she wriggled in futile attempt to ecap. She pummelled his