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sleep together, we fuck, and we get paid to fuck other people.”
    â€œI know you wish to punish me, to shock me, but this”—the marquess waved at the bed—“is hardly the way to do it.”
    â€œAm I allowed no privacy? You were the one who walked into our bedroom unannounced.”
    â€œBecause my servants were reluctant to disturb you!”
    â€œThen they obviously have better manners than you do. If you’ll just go away, we’ll be finished in a moment.” He turned to Peter and smiled before kissing his way down his chest. There was a strangled sound from the marquess as Val sucked Peter’s cock into his mouth and then the door slammed and all was silent again.
    Val sat up. “He’s gone.”
    â€œThat was cruel.”
    â€œWhy? Isn’t it better that he sees what I’m really like so that he can get rid of me with a clear conscience?”
    â€œHe doesn’t want to get rid of you, Val.” Peter wrapped a hand around his aching cock. “Now, get off me.”
    â€œStay there.” Peter watched as Val got out of bed and returned with the bar of soap from the washstand. “I want you to fuck me.”
    Peter’s cock jerked in his fingers. “What? Now? ”
    â€œYes.”
    â€œBut you hate—”
    Val’s hand closed over his mouth. “Do it and do it fast. Then I promise I’ll go down to dinner with you and listen to what the marquess has to say.”
    Peter pried Val’s fingers away. “I’m not sure I want to be part of this war between you and your father.”
    Val ignored him and slathered soap on Peter’s cock. “This should be enough. I don’t mind if it hurts. I want him to see me as I am.” He rolled onto his stomach and came up on his hands and knees. “Fuck me.”
    And God help him, he did.

    Val forced himself not to wash off Peter’s come and struggled into his clothes, leaving them slightly disordered. As usual, Peter had been very gentle with him, but he still hated being fucked by a man. But in this instance it was worth it. He wanted the marquess to understand who and what he was. The revulsion on his father’s face had confirmed everything Val suspected. Mr. Harrison had been telling tales.
    Peter brushed his blond hair and walked over to the door. “Are you ready?” He looked far better than Val did, but then he’d just got what he always wanted—Val’s arse. He frowned. “Do you need time to straighten yourself up?”
    â€œI’m fine as I am. I’ve got clothes on, haven’t I?”
    Peter touched his arm as they descended the wide staircase. “Let him speak his piece first, Val. He might surprise you.”
    â€œI doubt it.”
    A footman bowed to them and directed them from the hallway into a small receiving room at the rear of the house. Mr. Harrison, Captain Ford, and the other members of his family were all present, as well as a younger boy who came straight up to Val.
    â€œValentin?” He stuck out his hand. “I’m your brother. Anthony.”
    â€œSurely not.”
    Anthony’s smile faltered. “Well, we have the same father.”
    â€œOh, I see . You were my replacement .” Val glanced over at the marquess, who was watching intently. “Don’t worry, I won’t be here for long and then you can go back to being an only child.”
    â€œThat’s not what I want, I—”
    Peter stepped forward with his usual charming smile. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Anthony. I’m Peter.”
    Val turned away and found his father right in front of him. “What can I do for you, sir?”
    â€œGive me a chance, damn you.”
    Val raised an eyebrow. “To do what?”
    The marquess stared at him for a long moment and then shook his head. “May we just eat our dinner in relative harmony and thank those who saved your life before you