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that had smiled and laughed often, even if Sophie had yet to see it. A mouth that could kiss a girl breathless too.
    “Don’t even think about it,” she muttered as she reached her room.
    Too late . Sophie had already begun imagining those lips brushing and claiming hers. Doing so automatically again, the visual, the thought of what it would feel like to have Lucien kiss her—to want to kiss her—made Sophie throb deep inside her core. I don’t even know him, and I already want him more than I have any other man in my life.
    Shoot.

Chapter Three
    Glancing at the bedside clock for the thousandth time since returning to her room, Sophie finally gave herself permission to get up. The storm raged far too loudly outside to detect if anyone still wandered the halls of Ravenstoke, but Sophie had to believe everyone would at least be tucked in their own rooms by now. The time had arrived for her to get up and explore. Again.
    And I know just where I want to go.
    Yesterday Lucien had walked her down a wing on the opposite side of the castle she now resided in, but he had not shown her any of the rooms. He’d explained to her that he hadn’t yet had a chance to renovate the rooms, and so they not only weren’t presentable but, in some instances, weren’t safe to explore.
    Sophie had looked at him sideways those many hours ago, but Lucien had kept his hands clasped behind his back. He’d presented a straight-faced demeanor, so she’d let it go. At the time, she’d thought his explanation odd due to how perfectly refurbished and camera-ready the rest of the house had been. She couldn’t see Lucien as a man who would invite a news crew into his home on the tail end of his renovation project. Now, based on what she’d found in her wing of the house, she had to wonder if those rooms were indeed completed but just not meant for her eyes.
    Barefoot but still in the dress and hoodie, Sophie moved down the hallway, across the open meeting area, and into the darkened wing of the house. Using the flashlight app on her cell phone to light her way, she found the first door and wrapped her hand around the knob. Just as she started turning it, a muffled scream carried along the dark hall and snaked straight into Sophie’s ears. What the heck?
    A woman’s muted, strangled cry worked its way into the air again, and Sophie started running. As she shoved open a second door, searching for the source of the noises, she barely registered the hazy image of an enormous wood cross centered in the room.
    A second noise, this time a deep, male groan, reached Sophie, the sound full of satisfaction. She spun around, her ears pricked and her thoughts racing. If she came across something dark and ugly, she hadn’t thought ahead to how she would be able to help.
    Another female shout, much closer and more guttural this time, shoved Sophie into motion again. It didn’t matter if she had a plan; if someone needed help, she had to move quickly. As Sophie went to shove open another door, a sliver of light just barely seeping through the space under a door at the end of the hall caught her attention. Sophie reached the room in a half-dozen strides. She turned the handle, and as the door swung open, a scene unlike anything she’d ever witnessed revealed itself to her. Oh my goodness . She lost every bit of moisture in her mouth, and her legs locked in place.
    In rapid-fire succession, Sophie processed the stark, bright room, with brilliant optic white covering every inch of the walls and sparse furniture. Mostly, though, she absorbed the image of the woman with two men smack center in the room. Emma lay draped facedown over something that looked like a pommel horse. She had her wrists bound behind her back up to her elbows, her fiery hair a brilliant shade in the whiteness surrounding her.
    Sophie swallowed, watching as a blond-haired man she didn’t recognize fucked Emma from behind. The man took sure, complete drives into her pussy. Every time he