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his words and what they evoked. “No.”
    “Yes. You may be innocent of the notion, but I know much about two men sharing a willing woman.”
    She blinked. “Then you and the general…”
    He smiled. “My father’s staff is quite obedient. And most satisfied, I flatter myself to add.”
    Something curled in her belly, a mixture of shock and intrigue. “You are despicable.”
    “Nevertheless, will you give me leave to finally take what you offered last year?”
    Anger flashed through her. She raised her hand to slap him, and he grabbed her wrist.
    “You want to get fucked, Isabella. And you want me to do it.”
    His bold statements caused a shiver deep within her. “No.”
    He pulled back, his dark brows snapping together. “Tell me you didn’t give yourself to that dull stick James Morris.”
    “James is not…No, I did not!”
    He smiled and she saw a flicker of something other than lust in his dark eyes. “Good.” He turned her, pressing her against the rough wall at her back. “I promise you will not regret the loss.”
    As he kissed her she tried to keep a hold on her thoughts. His taste, his expertise, sent everything but raw sensation from her. The loss, she mused. Of her virginity? Or of her soul?

Chapter 4
     
    Frederick felt his cock grow hard against Isabella’s lithe body. He breathed in her fresh, sweet scent, biting back a sigh. She hadn’t given herself to that dolt Morris. She hadn’t let him plow her pussy until she screamed. Well, tonight he was going to do that and more.
    “Come, love,” he murmured. “I want to show you everything.”
    She gave him a shaky nod, thankfully missing the endearment he’d tossed out as if it wasn’t the first time he’d ever uttered the word.
    He turned her from the hallway leading to the secret chamber and urged her toward his suite of rooms.
    She craned her neck as she peered back. “What is in there?”
    My father fucking the new maid. “Nothing of import, Isabella. Let’s go to my chamber.”
    Isabella’s expression made Frederick’s body tremble. She wore growing knowledge on her exquisite face, open curiosity about everything he wanted to do to her.
    He’d never felt desire like this, like a weakness in his very marrow. He’d been with countless women before, some quite beautiful, yet there was something about this particular woman. He recalled the orgasm he’d given her last year—her first, if he were to wager a guess. How he’d stopped himself from taking her that night he had no notion. He’d never denied himself a pussy he wanted, before or since.
    He opened the door to his chamber and made little work of stripping her nightdress and wrapper from her body. She was everything he’d imagined since their night together. High breasts topped with pink nipples a shade darker than he’d supposed on one so fair. A tiny waist with a sweet little navel that made his tongue tingle. He pulled her close, cupped her round bottom, and lifted her off her shapely feet.
    “Frederick!”
    It was delightful to hear his name come from her. He never gave a wench the leave to do so, but with Isabella it felt right.
    “Ah, Isabella.”
    He spread her beneath him on the wide bed and tore at his own clothes, frantic now. He brought his mouth to her breasts and sucked until she pulled at his hair. Her taste, her texture, drove him mad.
    She spread her thighs wide for his touch, and he delved first one then two fingers within her. She was soaking wet, heartbreakingly tight. He glanced at her face, taking in her cheeks awash with color, her eyes closed as she took in shallow breaths through her full lips.
    “Lick me, Frederick.” She sighed.
    He stilled. She’d indulged with Morris that way, then? He longed to taste her himself but would surely disgrace himself if he dared to do so now. No. He wanted to fuck her. He wanted to feel the paradise drenching his fingers wrapped tight around his cock.
    He shifted and pushed inside of her. She clutched at his