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large he was. The first time—the last time—he’d taken her she’d been able to do nothing but bite back virginal cries of pain. There would be no pain this time, only a full and beautiful stretch, a languid ride to completion.
    His cock was already swelling for the task, jabbing against the soft velvet of her jacket with its thick, silken head. Gilda let out an intoxicated sigh, rising on her toes so that his hardening shaft rubbed into her skirt, finding the crease that would push its way between the tight cheeks of her rump, slip down to the aching pink skin of her quim.
    Nathan trembled behind her, with desire or rage. It didn’t matter which, at least not to her. The only thing that mattered was that he wanted to use her, as ruthlessly as she wanted to use him, and it would feel good when he did. It had been so long, and they were both different now.
    His voice was a low whisper in her hair. “You never stop, do you?”
    She shook her head, spilling blonde curls over her eyes. “You can’t truly hate me, Nate. We both know you want to, but you can’t.”
    “Find someone else to torture.”
    “Is that what you’d like? Another man’s hands on me tonight, drawing my skirt up and pushing his way in, just the way you want to? Perhaps the Duke is not yet retired.”
    “Don’t.”
    “Truly foolish of you, to think that I cannot recognize how displeased you are when I converse with one of my dear chaps, my good friends. That deeply jealous look that crosses your face…”
    “It isn’t jealousy. It’s amazement. You have so many ‘good friends’.”
    “More than you? More than any of the men you know?”
    “More than me. And you’re not a man.”
    “So you begrudge me my lovers? How ironic, as you were the first.”
    He pressed closer, pinning her tight against the wall, so tight she couldn’t move, the hard weight of his cock nudging and stroking between the cheeks of her rump. “Naïve of me, at the time, to think that I meant anything to you. None of us mean anything to you, do we?”
    She paused, the words finding an unshielded place, some ounce of hurt she hadn’t known he could reach. She raised her chin, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of knowing it. “Poor Nate. I suppose you thought that night would lead to a beautiful spring wedding?”
    “I never thought to ruin you.”
    “In truth, I was not ruined. I was freed.”
    “Ah yes. And has your freedom made you happy, your ladyship?”
    “Has my wealth made you happy, Mr. Lanchard?”
    He cursed under his breath, rocking her against the metal with his hips, his naked shoulders spread above her own, the solid weight of him pressed at her back. She slipped along the wall, gaining the space to move then reaching back to find the length of his cock. She closed her fingers around it, feeling it pulse in her hand, fully engorged, her palm stroking its soft head. Nathan stifled a helpless sound, his head bowing forward, his body shaking under her touch.
    She glared up at him, using her hands to find the full sack at the base of his shaft and massage it with a bit of insistence. “Admit it. You play the calm one, the responsible one, but inside you’re just the same as I am, just as selfish, just as unacceptable in the eyes of proper society. We’re the very picture of dysfunction, the two of us, formed by the same elemental forces, the same fingerprints in the clay, the same uneven fires. You cannot walk away from that.”
    He peered down her, his breathing harsh through his teeth.
    “You might despise my little eccentricities, but you won’t betray my father, the one man who believed in you and gave you everything, by going against his wishes now.”
    Nathan drew an anguished breath, his cock thrusting deeper into the warm of cradle of her fingers, searching for more. Shaking his head, he slid his hands down to grasp her wrists and pull her forward. She felt herself yanked against him, his strength too much to fight, his grip