Lady Whitmore, telling her you're safe. No one else will have any idea you've gone off for a libidinous interlude."
"I'm not going anywhere at all with you. Leave this carriage."
"It's my carriage," he said apologetically. "I made arrangements after I saw you dancing. You told me you didn't dance. Come to think of it, I remember an occasion when you trampled on my feet hard enough to cripple me for days. Do you save your wicked clumsiness for me alone?"
She could feel the color flood her face. Suddenly it was three years before and she was gawky, clumsy, so in awe of the man that her feet didn't move. New strength swept through her, and she yanked herself out of his arms. He let her go, and she ended up on the opposite side of the coach, glaring at him.
"Don't be ridiculous. You danced with me, and with several other fortunate gentlemen. I was quite annoyed with them."
He was lying. It was all part of his mockery, and she couldn't understand what pleasure he derived out of being so cruel. "Have you ever seen me dance in public, my lord? Normally I would assume you wouldn't have paid attention one way or the other, but I assure you tonight is the first time I've danced since that unfortunate time you were forced to partner with me at Lady Harrison's." Her voice was flat, emotionless. If he wanted to embarrass her, cause her pain, she wasn't going to let him see it.
"Do you expect me to be shamed by that? How foolish of you, to let a dandy's stray comments affect you. If I listened to all the malicious things people have to say about me, I'd be curled up in a ball somewhere." He paused, looting at her. "Is that what you did? After I effectively demolished you?"
"You don't even remember," she muttered, not wanting to look at him.
"Lady Harrison's. You were wearing some abominable pink creation that clashed with your glorious copper hair. We danced a country dance, a complicated one, I believe. I think it was 'Prince William.'"
To this day Charlotte couldn't hear the strains of "Prince William" without feeling ill. She stared at him in disbelief.
"And you remember all this because...?" she said
His half smile was barely visible in the coach. "Because I'm seldom such a total bastard, and I try not to pick on the defenseless. You looked so crushed that I never forgot it."
"And this is the way you apologize? By abducting me?”
"No, my precious. My apology was that delicious fuck we had three weeks ago. Abducting you now, as you insist on calling it, is my way of repeating that most excellent activity."
She stared at him, openmouthed in astonishment at his gall. How dare you was too mild a response
— she simply stared at him in disbelief. And then she moved, lunging for the door.
The carriage was going at a fast clip, and she was halfway out the door when he caught her, dragging her back in before she could tumble to the hard, filthy streets. She landed on the floor, and he held her there as he locked the carriage door.
"You idiot," he said, all humor and sly seduction vanishing. "You could have been killed. I don't travel at a leisurely pace—you could have broken your neck."
"Good," she snapped.
"Death before dishonor? Too late, my precious. I've already dishonored you quite completely, and I have every intention of doing so again."
She lunged for the door again, but he caught her easily enough, pulling her up onto the seat. And then he let go of her.
"You're so gullible, precious," he said in a weary voice. "How many times must I tell you I won't force you. Did I make you do anything you didn't want to do?”
“You tricked me," she said darkly. "You seduced me into it.”
"Of course. That was my intention. I’m very good at what I do. Isn't that the reason you gave in? If you were going to have sex, it might as well be with a master.”
"So humble, too” she murmured.
He moved his mouth close, so close. "Accept it, sweet Charlotte. I can take you home with me and make you come just by kissing your breasts, and you know it. Don't you, love? And you want me inside you."
She was having trouble breathing. She could almost feel his mouth on her as the words hit her ears. Her nipples hardened against her corset, and she felt wet between her legs.
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