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suit?”
    “Brown—all of it. Very outdated, too, if I might add.” The servant bowed as William loped off after this man.
    He would tackle her to the ground if he must.
    The beads clinked in his pocket, urging him on.
    Sweat broke out on his forehead and across the back of his neck as his legs pumped harder.
    Up ahead there was a group of men and women, ambling along, chatting amicably.
    He pushed right through them, ignoring their protests and crowing after him.
    The lady had better be nearby.
    He was growing more agitated by the minute, and she would not want to see him when he was beyond the stages of irritability.
    Several yards ahead there was a stout, short man in a brown suit with a hat on, tripping as he tried to summon a carriage.
    “You! Stop where you are! I must speak to you at once,” William barked.
    The person tensed, jerked their head toward him for a fleeting moment and then hopped into the taxi.
    He ran after it, jumped onto the back of it and held on as tight as he could.
    “Oi! You! Sir, you cannot do that!” the driver cried out, craning his head over his shoulder.
    “Then stop this infernal thing and allow me inside. I will double your payment if you do.” William’s grip loosened when the carriage rolled to a stop.
    He jumped off the back, and right as the door opened and the man inside was about to fling himself out, William slammed the door shut, tossed some money up at the driver and then growled, “You are to take the long route to wherever your passenger has asked you take them.”
    The driver gave a quick nod and then turned his attention back to the horses in front of him.
    William swung the door open, and inside was the cherry girl, huddled in the corner, clutching her burlap bag in her lap and her fake beard hanging off her right cheek.
    “Please—do not strike me,” she whimpered, her body curling into a ball.
    “You shall get a lashing the likes a servant has never seen before,” he growled, stalking toward her.
    He ripped the bag out of her hands and then rummaged through it.
    “Are these all Lenora’s belongings? Did you steal them?”
    “No! They are mine! Inherited .” She sniffed.
    “Like your pink pearls?” He gave her the commanding brow that always stopped his servants from mouthing off at him.
    “Those are not a topic of conversation I will engage you in, sir .” She edged toward him, and he could see how upset she was that he had her possessions in his grip.
    “I will give you back your treasures if you come with me now to my home,” he said, smirking.
    “You may keep them and burn in hell,” she answered, shifting away from him.
    “Let me explain something to you.” He set her bag aside and leaned forward, almost in her face again. “There are only two things I like in this world—a tight, wet cunt, and having it at my disposal without any argument and under my control. One you have, and the other you will give me this instant.”
    “I will not!” She shoved herself back tighter into the carriage seat as they continued to journey forth.
    “Oh”—he licked his lips—“but you will.”
    He moved across the carriage to sit next to her, and she tried to move over to where he had been, but he stopped her, gripping her by the knees.
    She yelped. “Please—I was only there to—”
    “Yes . . . Tell me what you want, and I will see to it you get it, but first—you give me what I want.” He leaned in to kiss her, and she almost broke down in tears.
    She was shaking in sheer terror.
    Had he misread her? Had some brute raped her? She seemed so strong earlier—able to handle his intensity and appearing to be his equal with her unfettered passion.
    “Cherry girl—what is it you . . .” This game had taken a drastic turn and was no longer about attaining something—it was about helping her.
    “I don’t . . . I don’t do those things,” she whimpered, tears streaking down her face.
    “But the way you were in that room with me,” he started