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tossed the scrap of lace back negligently at him, soaked. Then she tucked stray tendrils of escaped hair behind her ears and left Mr Elijah Storm sprawled on the bed, cock still hard and, for once, utterly mastered.
    She closed the door and leant against it, heart roaring and underwear soaked. Oh God, that little escapade had only driven him further inside her, as deep as it was possible to get.

Chapter Five
    The doctor diagnosed a sprain, but Elizabeth was quite determined Lucy could not be moved that night. Edward, of course, couldn’t leave the ladies in a strange man’s home so the whole family had no choice but to stay. No wonder her father didn’t trust Elijah with his daughters, Susanna thought as a servant led the way with a candle to her room for the night. Her father was shrewd enough to judge Elijah’s character but not, perhaps, concerned enough to put a stop to his wife and daughters mingling with the man. Perhaps he was happy for them to make their own mistakes. And what mistakes had been made so far. Susanna looked around the cheerless room, crossing her arms over her chest. As soon as Elijah recovered his senses from having them sucked out through his cock, he would rescind his promise to marry Lucy and this would all have been for nothing. That much was obvious.
    She undressed and hung her fine dress over the back of a chair, then washed using the jug of water and bowl on the dresser. She touched the still sticky patch on her cleavage and closed her eyes in remembrance. Elijah Storm’s seed, spilled for her and her alone.

    Susanna awoke to a soft tap on the door. ‘Susanna, my dear?’ Susanna called sleepily for her mother to come in. She struggled to sit up, tucking the fine covers under her arms, naked beneath them.
    Her mother entered wearing a nightcap and nightgown, Susanna knew not from where. She perched on the edge of the bed, looking drained. ‘Poor Lucy was up all night with such terrible pain. Perhaps you heard her cries?’
    ‘No, mother, the walls are thick.’ Susanna dipped her head in shame.
    ‘Mr Storm was very good. He attended us personally. He has gone to dine now with your father but I have asked that Lucy and I take breakfast in our room.’
    Susanna made no comment.
    ‘I am sure this unfortunate accident has brought them closer together. I anticipate Mr Storm will propose soon. Perhaps even before he goes back to London.’
    Susanna swallowed. ‘Are you quite sure he is the man for Lucy?’
    Elizabeth frowned at her and Susanna saw her own doubts in her mother’s eyes before she could hide them. ‘What do you mean?’
    ‘You know what I mean. His reputation, his behaviour. I want my sister to have a faithful, loving husband. Don’t you?’
    Elizabeth blushed as though Susanna had accused her of selling her daughter to the highest bidder. ‘But of course, my dear,’ she blustered. ‘She shall want for nothing with Mr Storm. She will be ingratiated into the very cream of social circles …’
    ‘Is that enough?’ Susanna interrupted softly.
    Her mother’s grey eyes turned icy. ‘I shall send for you when we are ready to leave,’ she said, getting up from the bed.
    Susanna sank back against the pillow as the door closed. What was wrong with her that she had tried to talk her mother out of the marriage when she had already sacrificed herself for Lucy’s sake? No, better that it go ahead, that Elijah take Lucy to London for good and she never had to look upon his face again and imagine him bestowing his favours on her sister.

    To her discomfort, as Susanna walked down the corridor to the dining room she met with her father, who was hastening upstairs to see his wife and daughter. Her stomach rumbled, so she was left with no choice but to enter the room and dine alone with Elijah.
    He sat at the head of the table wearing a grey suit with snowy white linen, cravat tied impeccably tight at his throat, holding a delicate cup and drinking. He glanced up when he saw her