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Satan’s.”
    “Calm down, Uncle. A man of your age and with your explosive temper could be struck down by apoplexy in a thrice.” He felt a ruffle of air as the door opened then heard a light feminine step behind him. His cruel words had not been meant for her ears. He expected a scolding look and almost felt it was deserved. But, instead, she gave him an unconvincing frown. He had been so deprived of anything beautiful or good for the last five years he could not draw his gaze from her.
    Jessie walked toward him. The simple dress she wore clung to her slim curves. She was so sensual he felt himself grow achingly hard again just watching her glide toward him. He adjusted his coat, covering his erection. Opium, which usually kept lust at bay, seemed to be having no effect on him today. He groaned inwardly, imagining his hands cupping her perfect round breasts, rubbing his thumbs over what he felt sure would be rose-colored nipples.
    “You’re not hungry, Lord Blackwood?”

    He shook his head and pushed the plate away. He was hungry all right, but not for the cold toast and rubbery eggs on his plate. He wanted to pull her into his lap, press that sweet bottom against his cock and clamp his mouth on a delicious nipple.
    He took a shuddering breath. He needed his crutch. He removed the bottle from his pocket and set it before him. She cast him a disapproving look. The erotic goddess was a tad sanctimonious for his taste. With a wink, he toasted her with the bottle then took a drink. She snatched up his plate and flounced out of the room. Her exit was followed by a loud crash.
    He quickly decided that she was the last thing he bloody well needed. The mere sight of her, and he lost all composure. He’d be suffering with a stiff prick until he had her out of his house. Why the devil was she here? Dowry or not, a woman like that had suitors groveling at the door. How could she not prefer marriage to living with these insufferable relatives of his?
    Ryder relaxed back. The door flew open, and there she was again, glaring down at him.
    Ryder thought it a bit of an overreaction for not touching his meal or for the breaking of a few plates. She twisted around, aiming her wrath at Henry.
    “Will you tell him or shall I?” she asked Henry.
    “What, tell your husband that his wife is a sinful harlot?”
    “Tell him the truth, Henry,” she responded with surprising calm.
    Damn it, so she was married to his cousin, after all. Being locked in a wedded state could be the only explanation why such a luscious creature would stay at Tesslyn Hall. “Let’s bring that cuckold Lewis back in and see what he thinks of that,” Ryder said.
    His uncle snorted with derision.
    She rolled her gaze to the ceiling. “And now I am saddled with a third madman.” “But this madman can do things to a sweet harlot like yourself that you might find
    much to your liking. We could even let your husband watch.” Ryder put his hand out to
    touch her, and she stepped easily from his reach. Strangely, her rejection angered him. This development did not please him. He preferred a cocoon of numb indifference.
    “Oh that would be an extraordinary feat,” she said with a laugh. “I applaud your ambition. From my vantage it seems you could accomplish very little in your state.”
    “I’ve been described in many ways.” He sat back in his chair to give her an unobstructed view of his erection. “ Very little has never been one of them.” He knew his

    response was nonsensical, that she really wasn’t sizing him up. But he couldn’t resist the opportunity to make a suggestive comment. The extreme envy he was feeling toward his cousin was a spark of unwanted emotion. The sarcasm seemed to ooze from him.
    “I assume you picked up those gracious manners in Newgate.”
    “I can’t credit all my elegant conduct to my incarceration,” he responded with a sardonic smile. He couldn’t stop himself from behaving like a beast. The combination of the