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and I are going to get along very well together. How… unexpected.’
    ‘But it isn’t right! You cannot make love to me!’
    ‘On the contrary,’ he shook his head wryly, ‘I have every intention of doing exactly that. Believe me when I say, nothing has felt so right for a long time. I don’t know what just happened but I am eager for it to happen again.’
    And he took another step towards her, forcing Sophie to take another step back. ‘No! It was my cousin you wanted -’
    ‘And yet you are here. By accident or design, it seems that it is you who will be sharing my bed tonight.’
    Sophie was shaking her head, trying to block out the words. She could not allow him to kiss her again. She might not have the will to resist him a second time. Moistening her tingling lips, she tried again. ‘I think you have mistaken the situation, my lord. I really am not that kind of girl -’
    ‘My sweet, all girls are that kind of girl, if you touch them where they enjoy it the most,’ the velvety voice was entrancing, smoky with desire, ‘And I intend to educate you on just how you need to be touched. I will strip that gown off you and teach your body a thousand little pleasures that the flesh can know. I will make you forget every man who has ever touched you before.’
    Sophie shuddered, trying to focus. He truly believed her to be soiled goods. Did he think the same thing about Alice? Oh Alice , she thought despairingly, what on earth did you tell this man? He certainly didn’t have a good opinion of either of them. ‘I don’t want to make a scene, my lord, but if you continue to come closer I will scream!’
    ‘Scream away.’ His lordship’s smile was far from pleasant, ‘My servants can be remarkably deaf when they chose to be.’
    Which was a chilling thought. Sophie glanced around her rather wildly just as Roxburghe closed in, intent on pulling her into his arms once more. Sophie leaned back, trying to escape those questing fingers and they grazed the lace fiche at her throat. In a sudden outburst of savagery, he seized hold of it, wrenching the lace and tearing the stitching and the thin fabric of her gown. A flap of material fell forward, revealing a glimpse of creamy skin and the swell of Sophie’s breasts and she heard his sharp intake of breath.
    With a chair pressing against her legs, there was nowhere left to retreat to and their eyes locked together. Sophie knew, in that moment, exactly what would happen to her. He would have his way, by force if necessary although her earlier reaction probably meant that force would not be required, despite her best intentions. Not that he would care, one way or the other.
    Roxburghe intended to have her no matter what she might say.
    All this took but a moment to flash through her head and then the Marquis was on her, face dark with the urgency of his need, a driving, primal urge to take what he wanted and the hell with the consequences. The gentleman had fallen by the wayside – if he’d ever really existed - leaving something more primitive behind and he had only one thought in mind; to repeat that kiss and then take her, claiming his prize. He was so absorbed by his lust that it seemed likely he would have her here in the dining room, oblivious to whoever might see them. Although, Sophie thought hazily, perhaps his servants were used to witnessing such scenes and had learned to be blind as well as deaf…
    Dragged against him, his mouth sought her own while his fingers pursued their own diabolical quest, searching for the fastenings on her gown. There was no gentle exploration of her mouth this time, just the hard, demanding crush of his lips, forcing her mouth open so he could thrust his tongue inside, the wicked precursor to claiming her completely. For a long moment Sophie was caught up in that same wave of need that she had experienced before and heat blazed through her, transforming her into exactly the kind of woman who could meet his needs. She wanted him.