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wrong with him?
    He believed her story—he believed she had people to support and she had no other options. He believed it, and it made his heart ache. She was so lovely, and she had no idea what happened to most girls who tried to find a rich protector. He had to make her see the truth. He had to do something to save her—
    Wanting to lift up her skirts and bury his aching cock in her lush heat was not going to save her. She was innocent, and if he fucked her, he would be taking that innocence. Only monsters did that....
    His memories snapped at him like growling beasts secured by tethered collars. Soon the chains would break, and the dark tormenting images locked in his head would overwhelm him.
    His cock swelled and throbbed as if to shout: I’m here. It’s been a long time, so I thought you might have forgotten you’ve got a cock .
    She moaned into his mouth and shoved harder against him. Memories exploded in his head, dark and vile. They clawed at him, trying to pull him down.
    No. No, hell no . . .
    If he didn’t stop, what in hell was he? A blasted monster.
    Cary jerked his hand free and away from her round breast, and broke away from her mouth. “Stop,” he growled.
    For a moment, she stared at him as she’d forgotten who he was, where they stood. Then she moved close to him again and touched his forearm. “Why are you stopping? That was dazzling. My heart is pounding, and my skin feels as if it’s on fire. I’ve never felt like this. You wanted me to see what courtesans do to their protectors. Don’t you want more?”
    â€œNo, I don’t want more,” he said tersely. “I want to frighten you so much that you run back to the country and find yourself a good, solid dimwitted husband, and you understand how precious and beautiful your innocence is. I want you to know how much you will regret it, every day of your life, if you let your innocence be taken away from you.”
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    Sophie didn’t understand. The duke had pulled back from her and shut the door to the room. Now he shoved his hand through his blond hair and scrubbed his jaw. He kept doing all these things that spoke of nerves, of regret, of some intense emotion coiled up inside him.
    â€œDidn’t you like it?” she asked again.
    â€œI did.” He hesitated. Then continued, in his deep, hoarse voice, “But it was wrong. Wrong of me to plunder your innocence.”
    â€œEven if I want you to?”
    â€œI can’t,” he growled. “Even if you want me to. For me, touching or kissing like that starts out hot and erotic and exciting, and then it changes.”
    She gaped at him. Pure, raw agony showed on his face. He looked worse than she had when she’d cried herself sick after being thrown out of her house and being told she was actually the daughter of a whore, and her blood was as immoral and rotten as her mother’s.
    â€œWhat’s wrong? I don’t understand, Your Grace.”
    â€œI can’t explain it, Sophie. That kiss brought back a memory I don’t want to have.”
    â€œI did something wrong then.”
    She’d felt his passion when he’d kissed. She’d felt his erection straining in his trousers. But also in the strong, sensual way his mouth moved over hers. His tongue had slipped into her mouth, and she’d been transfixed, realizing how much that mimicked sex, and she’d been sure he wanted her.
    She wanted him. Even though she barely knew him—she wanted him.
    It was just like with Samuel. She’d known, from the very first moment she saw him, she loved him.
    She might be tumbling into love with the duke.
    â€œYou did everything right,” he said softly. “Except to choose to kiss me. I’m no good, Sophie. Tonight is making me realize that.”
    â€œThat can’t be true!” she said in a fierce whisper.
    He was perfect . He was everything she’d dreamed of in a