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her chin and licked her neck, right where her pulse beat so furiously, and she couldn’t stifle a yelp of astonishment.
    His lips were soft and warm, and he used them to marvelous effect, nibbling and biting her skin.
    As he dabbled at her nape, his fingers crept down her chest, her stomach, until they arrived at the curly hair shielding her core. With no finesse or preparation, he slipped them inside her, and a cry of amazement and shock whizzed out of her lungs.
    On discerning it, the cad chuckled, and she felt her cheeks flush bright red. Her foremost, unavoidable reaction was to scoot away, to press her legs together, so she might halt the exotic incursion, but he had her splayed wide and crowded between himself and the dressing table. She couldn’t evade the onslaught.
    He stroked back and forth, exploring, delving in, then sliding out. Quivering, she was awhirl with dozens of peculiar sensations she’d never formerly endured. She wanted him to desist; she wanted him to continue on forever.
    “You’re wet for me, my darling bride.” Abandoning his perch at her neck, he nipped upward to her cheek, which sent shivers down her arms, but just when he would have reached her lips, he pulled away, resting his hands on her thighs, and his fingertips were moist from where he’d touched her.
    “Should I take you here? Against the dressing table?” He steadied her hips and thrust against her in a slow, repetitive rhythm. “Is that how you like it? Is that what you’re angling for? Something rough and wild? Or should I take you to my bed and fuck you there?”
    Though she was a virgin, she was hardly an innocent. She’d heard the crude word before, and she was repulsed that he would utter it in her presence. His disrespect was an indicator of how she’d misread the situation. She’d thought to attract him—with her nudity, with her budding ardor that had been developing since she’d first seen him—but he’d regarded her overture as a sign of base character.
    “I wouldn’t lie down with you now. Not when you’re being such a horse’s ass.”
    “You will if I command it.”
    He sounded stern, and he looked like a vicious adversary, but she was derisive. “You don’t scare me, so don’t try.”
    “I don’t scare you?” he needled. “I should.”
    He took her hand and brazenly deposited it on his distended phallus. It was prodding at his trousers as though it might burst the seams. The appendage was enormous, much larger than she’d imagined, and though Alice had insisted it would easily fit into her sheath, she couldn’t comprehend how.
    Alice had told her what to do with it, how to handle it, and what he would like, but this encounter was too unusual, and she was at a loss as to how to proceed. Her hand lay there, limp and unequipped for any endeavor, so he grabbed it and applied pressure, rubbing himself with the heel and using it to assuage the aroused tip.
    “I’m a lusty man. I’ll ride you like a stallion.” She cringed with trepidation, and he smirked. “Isn’t that what you want? Isn’t that why you’re prancing around naked in my private quarters?”
    “I was minding my own business until you barged in.”
    “Come now,” he cajoled, “let’s be honest with one another.” He hovered over her, forcing her back until her head was flattened to the mirror. He evaluated her, his gaze deceptively beguiling, his smile oozing false charm. “You’re eager for an indiscreet romp with the viscount you purchased with all your lovely money.”
    “You flatter yourself. I’d never submit to a libertine such as yourself. I’d rather have a nice, quiet bath.”
    “Liar.”
    Narrowing the distance between them, he took her mouth in a stormy kiss. She parted her lips to register a protest, and he invaded with his tongue, plunging in as though it was his due, his lordly privilege. He crushed her loins to his so he could dazzle her with the tempo of his phallus.
    Her primary response was of awe