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Pierce’s cock with his bathing cloth. Both of them stared at his throbbing groin for an endless minute before he came to his senses. “No. I’ll take it from here. You may leave.” He wanted to arouse his bride, not send her fleeing to the nearest neighbor. If he played his cards right, someday she would be ready to participate in his little games with willing servants, but not yet.
    For now, he lowered a hand down to his aching shaft and stroked from balls to tip. The picture of his nearly nude wife lying nearby served as glorious inspiration. He quickened his strokes and chanced a sideways glance at Helene. To his shock she stared wide-eyed, her face devoid of any color. She was so pale, he feared her fainting, but her eyes remained locked on him, and in particular, his hand on his groin.
    “Stop it,” she said, but without real conviction.
    “No. I’m too close to stop, but I will share the task if you want to lend a hand?” He stood up in the tub in one swift move, daring her to look away, hoping she did not. His brave wife kept watching, but sadly did not offer to touch. He stepped out of the tub and closer to the bed, close enough to feel the heat from her body and smell her arousal.
    “You’re depraved,” Helene said. “Don’t you know it’s the height of immorality to touch yourself?”
    “So I’ve been told,” he said, curious about her reaction. She hadn’t looked away as he’d expected and seemed enticed by his nudity, but her curiosity was tinged with shame at his self-pleasuring. Interesting, as she’d done nothing to be shameful of…unless…she had.
    “Doesn’t that matter to you?”
    “Not particularly,” he said. “I don’t generally give a damn of what others think. I do what makes me feel good.” And speaking of feeling good, he continued stroking his member, moving inches closer to Helene.
    “A true hedonist and sinner then?”
    “If that’s how you choose to look at it?” She was a tangle of appearances. Aroused and intrigued yet angry and scared. How to calm her and focus her on just the arousal?
    “Well, what of love and marriage?” she asked. “Why bother with my pleasure, if you plan on running off to other lovers at any time?”
    A good question and one he hadn’t contemplated before sweeping his bride to his ancestral home. During his wife search, it had been easy to imagine abandoning his faceless wife, but now that his wife was Helene, something fundamental had shifted. His old life lost some of its luster, and his wife’s siren call beckoned. His hand dropped off his cock still standing at attention. With an inward curse, he strode to Helene’s side and untied her.
    “Well?” she asked. “What now? Are you going to renege and force yourself on me anyway?” Her arms crossed over her chest, hands briskly rubbing her shoulders.
    “No. I honor my word, but you’re right,” he said. “I was being a selfish ass.” He’d been so intent on fulfilling his mother’s request, he’d neglected to consider the feelings of his intended bride, a bride who from all appearances now hated him due to his ill treatment. “I shouldn’t have bound you and forced seduction on you.” He ruthlessly squashed the childish emotion inside him crying out for Helene’s affection.
    Christ, where had this streak of chivalry come from? Every other man he knew would have bedded his wife on the wedding night and would now be contemplating how soon to leave for the mistress’s apartment. How in hell had he, the most notorious bastard in Britain, ended up coddling his virginal wife?
    A wife who continued to stare at him silently, wariness edging out hostility.
    “If it means that much to you, I’ll let you go. We can arrange for an annulment.” As the words exited his lips, he clenched his fists at his sides. Honor dictated he release Helene, but damn, he didn’t want to.
     
     
    Hope filled Helene at Pierce’s words, but then reality set in, and she let out a snort. “An