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Wicked Lord

Eliza Lloyd Book Three in the Wicked Affairs series.

Helene Cosgroves only passion is her art, until she is betrothed to a respectable baron. Believing he will be the love of her life, shes crushed when her father ends the engagement. Helene is approached by a second suitor, the wicked Lord Redding, Edward Chase. She is duty-bound to marry the scoundrel even though she despises him. Redding happily snatches his rivals betrothed and finds himself married to a woman of outstanding talents, utter radiance and innocent sexuality. Her haughty and summary rejection of him only spurs his desire to have her, and prove hes as worthy of her love as her former swain. And what better way than to tutor her in his bed? Helene is tempted by Redding in all the wrong ways. When he delivers her secret desires, she must reconcile her heart to the matterdeciding whether she loves Redding for who he is or for what he can do for her, in and out of the marriage bed.

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WICKED LORD
Eliza Lloyd

Wicked Lord

Chapter One
I will hate you forever. Helene Cosgrove stared at the virtual stranger sitting across from her in the swaying carriage. He had goaded her into saying such a cruelty. She turned her head aside and stared out the window as the troublesome tears blossomed again, filling her eyes, but so far not spilling in humiliating acknowledgement that he had won. As if he hadnt done enough to ruin her life, he had dared to malign the most wonderful of men. She slid her fingers through the fabric of her dress. She should have worn something new. At least her outward appearance could have displayed what she did not feel, but then he might have believed she was trying to impress him. Her heart felt like the stones beneath the carriage wheelstrampled on, used, beaten down. Only duty compelled her to sit with perfect dignity. Now if she could just control her tongue. Forever is a long time, he said. He, the Earl of Redding, blew a puff of smoke, forming a perfect circle. He glanced at the flaming end of the shortened cheroot and then flicked it out the window. I am in love with Alexander. There is nothing you can do to change that, she said. Baron Alexander Preston, he said with mocking insolence. Yes, I understand you knew him all of two weeks before he proposed to you. If that is love, I doubt you are missing anything. What would you know of it? You? The worst rake in London? And arent you the lucky one? His gaze passed over her with a quick, offensive assessment and then he glanced at his timepiece. She peered at Redding. And I knew Alexander longer than two weeks. How could she possibly be married to such a revolting creature? He slouched on the seat opposite, his hairhis groomingdeplorable. Straight, black, shaggy hair hung over his collar and down his forehead, nearly covering his eyes. Not even noon and she could see the start of the dark hair covering his chin and face. His cravat sloppily tied. That ridiculous pink waistcoat. Hisoh, she could count a hundred deficiencies without even trying. And on top of that, everyone said he had a mistress. Not five minutes ago, hed claimed to have two of them. Hed said thatto his wife. She was no longer Helene Cosgrove. She was Edward Chases wife!

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Stillhe would make the most extraordinary subject matter for a painting. She would entitle the finished canvas The Wicked Lord Redding. She would make thousands of pounds selling it to some lonely duchess or a private collector such as Louis Ederline. She could live off the proceeds. Never have to see or speak to her reprobate husband again Helene bit back any further comments and reined in her imagination. Instead, she conjured an image of the lavishly decorated church from whence they had departed. Momma had insisted on extravagant. Papa had insisted on retaining her original wedding date, as it would save him a few pence. Today, she should have been married to Alexander. The carriage rattled along the cobblestones, returning to her parents home at Portman Square for her wedding breakfast. She was now the Countess of Redding. Who could have imagined that she would be in such utter despair after the ecstasy of falling in love with Baron Preston? Her heart felt crushed under the twin weights of betrayal. First, that her father would end her short romance with Baron Preston after hed been openly cut by the powerful Duke of Pelham. No one could overcome such a social slight even though Alexander had done nothing wrong. Her father had wasted no time distancing himself from Baron Preston for fear of offending the duke. And then to be forced into a marriage with Edward Chase, the despicable Earl of Redding Helene could hardly breathe, and squirmed in an attempt to relieve the pressure of her stays. She was married to the worst scoundrel, ingrate, incestuous pervert who ever lived. Behind closed doors, everyone whispered that hed had intercourse with his fathers betrothed! That he routinely cavorted with opera singers! And that hed shot his cousinin the back! So, Ive been meaning to ask Are you still a virgin? She clasped her fan and shook it briskly in front of her face. How dare you? You, you Yes, yes, I know. The worst rake in London. And, dear wife, I dare because I am your husband and I have a right to know. Granted, the weeks of your previous engagement werent exactly enough time for him to establish a courtship let alone find time to deflower you, but the baron may have been more ingenious then I thought. Do not mention that worthy mans name. She glared but she wasnt sure it had any effect. He wore an indifferent expression. His sleepy gaze bore into hers. That worthy man tried to kidnap my bride last night and hie off to Gretna Green. I would say that he was most adamant in having you, hence my question.

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How Redding had discovered their secret assignation was a mystery. Was it only last night? You are loathsome, and I am to spend six months with you on the Continent getting to know you? Shed nearly fainted when shed escaped the house only to bump into his broadshouldered form in the back garden as she ran to meet Alexanders carriage. Redding had caught her, gripped her arm, snatched her valise and, without uttering a word, forcibly escorted her into her parents home, where he had turned her over to her father. And not a question to the earl about his behaviorlurking about their home in the middle of the night. Who would do such a thing? Honeymoons are highly overrated, she said. As for Alexander, she hadnt heard from him since the debacle. Naturally, he had not been included in the wedding invitations. Oh, I assure you, youll enjoy the swiving, though Im not much for conversation afterward. She gasped at his crude language. Red embarrassment crept up from the tight collar about her neck. He clucked his tongue. And one small thing I forgot to mention. We arent going on le grand tour du continent for our honeymoon. Another thing to dislikehis French was perfect. She gaped in absolute astonishment. She had actually been looking forward to it Paris lights, Swiss mountains, Viennese canals. Disappointment disproportionate to the event stabbed at her heart. She had mistakenly believed that the tour, not Redding, would be the best part of their trip. She had planned to paint. Her watercolors, charcoals and pencils were all packed. Helene shook her head and gritted her teeth. There were no bounds he would not cross. No thought he would leave unsaid. No wicked deed he would not perform with relish and then boast of it afterward. Hate was not a strong enough emotion. Despise not a strong enough word. And where exactly are we going? she asked before she broke down in a temper fit. To Glen Arbor. Of course he meant Glen Arbor Estates. Papa had all but admitted Edward had no redeeming qualities, which is what made his vast hoard of money so appealing to her family. The title, blue blood and immense land holdings meant nothing to her. Not when shed had to give up Alexander in exchange. Papa had laughed when she said she didnt care about the money. He had reminded her that Redding was accepted in all of the best circles in spite of his reputation. Her father did not see the hypocrisy of his statement. Fine. We will go to Glen Arbor. She wondered if her servants knew or if Edward had allowed them to travel on to Paris just to spite her.

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And if you please, the state of your virginity? I believe you skillfully evaded that question. What happened prior to our marriage is none of your business. Of course nothing had happened. She was the proper daughter of an earl, but she had allowed herself to think about itnot that she would admit to such a shocking impropriety. When she drew, sometimes she was hard pressed not to allow those peculiar sensations to turn into something more. A manAlexanderhad made her secret longings all the more acute. He sighed. Well, then. At some point, he had started a purposeful examination of her person. His gaze lingered at her breasts. The expression on his face, accented by his winged brows, was one of curiosity. She didnt have to imagine what he was curious about. Youll be thankful that I plan to wait on our honeymoon night until you have had your courses. I would not want there to be any doubts as to whose progeny you whelp, come the time. If Helene could have disappeared, she would have. That their fist real conversation involved lewd references to intercourse, the state of her virginity and the schedule of her courses embarrassed her to no end. And all she wanted to do with her life was paint. Instead, her world would center around Lord Reddings indiscretions and his wanton carelessness. She could already imagine the future scandals and embarrassing slights she would have to endure. Calm and quiet. Light and paint. They were such simple things. How had her life turned into such a spectacle? Redding flung another barb. Please dont tell me your mother has not discussed the facts of life with you? He sighed, much put out, and proceeded to expound, Babies can be the result of losing your virginity, which is the result of shagging a man not your spouse. She faced him, bestowing him with her most serious expression. Did I mention that I loathe you? He laughed, his eye squinting as if he knew a secret. Helene seethed, praying for an early death. In spite of your vicious tongue, at least Ill not grow tired of looking at you. Whether Ill enjoy the bedding remains to be seen, but well find out about that soon enough, wont we? Helene wished she could control her tongue, as she was done speaking to him, but out the words spilled. Then I shall endeavor to make it is as unpleasant as possible for you. So you are a virgin? He laughed again, this time actually smiling as he did so. She stared out the open carriage window, unwilling to dignify his rustic crudity with another word. Or until she could think of a proper setdown.
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Edward Chase berated himself ten times the fool. A wife. What the hell was he thinking? Said wife just crossed her arms over her covered breasts, huffed again and turned away in disgust. Shed been in a perpetual state of agitation since shed found out about his intent to marry her. Or maybe it was just the few times hed been in her presence. For once, her searching gaze was not trained on him. She had a peculiar, wide-eyed way of watching, as if she absorbed the minutest details and could see into his blackened and disreputable soul. He was glad shed turned her head away so he could take his time examining her instead. His plan had been simple enough. A wife, and a respectable marriage, would blunt the edges of his dark reputationone that had been particularly besmirched in the past months by goings-on in which he had been caught up. He had not murdered his cousin, but damned if that wasnt what was being whispered in the ballrooms of London. He didnt owe Anne VanLandingham, the Duchess of Pelham, any particular consideration, but his cousin Garnette had kidnapped the duchess and Redding had to do something about it. It was Garnettes life or Lady Pelhams. There was no hesitation or regret on Reddings part. Strange that he had never considered the firing of a weapon would lead to marriage. Or that his misplaced lust for Lady Pelham would lead to a tangle of events that brought him to Helenes door, lily bouquet in hand. The lovely Helene was exactly what he needed. Or she had seemed so up until yesterday, when hed caught wind of the impending scandal of elopement. Her pristine reputation would have been destroyed in a minute, heaping more condemnation upon him at a time when he was heartily sick of his trail of misdeeds. He couldnt say he hadnt noticed Helene before, but she was two things Edward was notpresumably innocent and definitely marriageable. As a result, whenever he had seen her across a room, it was merely to admire her grace and form, much as one would regard a Botticelli or a Raphael. In spite of her looks, she was one of those girls that didnt take. She always seemed to be in a world of her own. Some enchanted dreamland that only she was permitted to enter. Only when she was cross with him did she seem anything but serene. Until Preston, there had been no beaus or proposals. It could explain a lot, especially her adamant belief that she was in love. And strangely or not, he had noticed her in the throes of that love. He had seen her smile, truly smile for the first time while dancing with Preston a few weeks ago. Prestons loss was Reddings gain, and she was ripe for the plucking when her pater squelched that engagement. The barons untimely encounter with Anne VanLandinghams husband, the Duke of Pelham, had socially wounded Preston. There was that secret part of Redding that did not mind he was stealing from Preston. After

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all, they had both vied for Anne VanLandinghamboth secretly until it became known that Preston had been her lover, while Redding had not. It was time he set his one-sided lustful infatuation for the duchess aside. That Reddings father had once been engaged to the luscious Anne had not dampened his pursuit of her charms. Redding held back a sighhe could clearly see why he was considered a degenerate. And now he had Helene. He did not feel bad about that. Helene was near flawless. Except for a single, slightly crooked tooth that made her look childishly innocent, her smile and her eyes usually lit up at the same time. Her golden hair was a stunning rarity thougha color so rich and warm he thought he could feel the silky heat from where he sat. Of course, he had not been the recipient of one of her dazzling smiles, and it was doubtful he would be anytime soon. She did, however, need a new wardrobeone with some color and one that displayed her assets better than a cotton sack. Instead of baiting her again, he reached into his pocket and pulled out another cheroot. Anything to keep him awake after last nights goings-on. He had perched outside her home until dawn in the unlikely event she attempted to flee a second time. Last night, she had been duly chastened. Today, she couldnt contain her annoyance. Must you do that? I enjoy it. We are almost to Mamas. He glanced out the window just as the carriage turned in to the square and slowed to a more sedate pace. A wrought iron fence wrapped around the small, tree-lined park in the middle of the square, enhancing the perfect, elegant row of three-story townhomes in graceful symmetry. So we are. Do smile, Helene. Your parents have gone to a lot of trouble to ensure a good marriage, and it is the least you can do to show your appreciation. And if you must say something for the next hour or two, I would appreciate that you were not eviscerating me to everyone with ears. He ran a hand through his hair, not that it would help. His regular barber had taken ill a month ago and Edward refused to let anyone else touch it. What passed for fashionable grooming these days shocked him. A man should look like a man. And his valet, Vincent, had passed from old age into ancient some time ago. He would not trust Vincent with anything sharper than a pencil, and certainly nowhere near his throat or eyes. Fashion was Vincents specialty. Then I would appreciate it if you would behave like a gentleman in the presence of my friends and family. I dont think I can both behave and be married on the same day, darling. Bear with me.
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She clenched her teeth, attempting to refrain, but it only caused her cheeks to pinken most becomingly. I am not your darling, she said. Hed bet a years wages shed practiced that haughty look and proper tone until her governess gave a nod of approval. Do you suppose Baron Preston is back at his estate now, tail between his legs? He was in no mood to allow her the last word and a mention of Preston got her roused better than anything hed said so far. Whoever said reformed rakes make the best husbands was decidedly insane. Thats only in novels. In real life, not only do we never reform, were not repentant either. Helene spread her hands. Why? Why me? There had to be dozens, hundreds of women who would have happily married, she waved a hand, indicating his person, all that is you. And why not you? You were conveniently free of entanglements since your father refused Prestons suit and your parents wanted to be rid of you. Youd do just as well as the next woman. Hed heard the rumor of the broken affair in the casual way one hears gossip. And blazes if the next morning he hadnt woken to the idea, why not her? It seemed provident. He was in dire need of some respectable, outward influenceafter all, he was not getting carried away with the idea that marriage was the end all and be all of his life, but right now, he needed her. The next woman was now his wife. How lucky for me, she mimicked. What did Pelham say to the baron anyway? I had heard the duke was drunk. Why didnt your father take that into consideration? Redding sat up, touched his fingers to his cravat, tugged at his waistcoat and then his sleeves. He could tell by Helenes glance that he wasnt up to snuff. He couldnt tell if Helene knew the real reason her betrothed was cut by the powerful dukesuch casual disregard by a peer of his standing could and had ruined many men. Did she know about the liaison dear Alexander had with the Duchess of Pelham? Did it matter? He couldnt help his surprise when Helene leaned forward and swatted at his hands while she took to the loathsome task of touching him. She fussed with the folds of his cravat and he felt the slight tightening of the material along with the pleasant feel of her fingers against the skin of his neck. How would I know? Is a woman ever given a say when it comes to the most important decision of her life? She smoothed her hands over his jacket, brushing away some imagined lint. As she skimmed her hands down the sleeves of his jacket, she stopped at his elbows and then glanced upward quickly. Her face pinkened at the wifely intimacy. Dont worry, darling. Ill let you choose whether youd like to be on the top or on the bottom.

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What? Edward skipped by her question. She might burst if she thought about his statement too long. But the baron didnt give up, did he? What sweet nothings did you promise him that he would risk your reputation last night? Alexander was going to marry me. She sat back with a huff. Sure he was, he said with a smirk and felt a queer little pleasure when her temper soared again. He loved me. Loves me. He wanted to shag you. You are most fortunate I happened to be in the neighborhood to save you from ruin. Ha! You are diabolic, wicked and uncaring. It wasnt my virtue you sought to protect, but rather your towering pride. You would have been a laughingstock had I managed to marry in Scotland rather than submit to your unfeeling proposal. No, but it would have been another imbroglio involving him and his family name one he seemed to tarnish with regularity. After Garnettes deathafter hed killed his cousin He still had a hard time believing the event had happened. He had determined to keep himself free of entanglements. No wild women. No indiscreet gambling. No occasion for blame. When hed discovered Prestons plot quite by accident, and it was confirmed by Helenes ladys maid, hed quickly and quietly set out to prevent the disaster and hed succeeded, to his wifes annoyance. And you have a decidedly limited view of your husband. You could just as easily be saying how handsome, rich and debonair I am, yet you seem to enjoy the negative. You are nothing like Alexander. Alas, its true. You will actually enjoy my company in bed. She opened her mouth. Her jaw worked, trying to get something to come out and then she clamped it shut. When the carriage stopped, he descended the steps and reached back for his wife. Her delicate hand with perfect, manicured nails looked like fine porcelain next to his large, brown, toughened hand. Redding did not normally notice womens fashions, but her lack of it bordered on criminal. He held his tongue, just as he had asked her to do. There would be plenty of time to correct the outward deficiencies since money was no object. And what woman would not enjoy being swathed in silks and jewels and spending all of his money? Given her antipathy for him, he wouldnt be surprised if her demureand that was generousdress was a small rebellion against him and her marriage. But it was the inward that had him concerned. Had he married a woman with near perfect features only to find a shrew hidden beneath? Or worse, a shrew who would, for the rest of their marriage, throw Prestons name in his face every time she was unhappy? Which, at this pace, would indeed be forever.
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She was twenty and unmarried. Perhaps he had overlooked some major character flaw in his sudden determination to wed. Sweetheart! You made it, Lady Cosgrove said as they entered the townhome. She kissed her daughters cheek and then faced him. Redding. He made his bow. Lady Cosgrove, thank you for hosting this spectacular event. Numerous couples were gathered in the foyer, inching their way into the three rooms that had been prepared for the occasion. Edward knew it would be spectacular since he had already paid some of the bills. He had been generous with the marriage contract, though with Helene, he wasnt sure that was the way to win her regard. They moved through the crowds, greeting everyone. Edward had substantial practice at being a prince when it was required. He didnt mind riling her in private, but no one under his care would be subject to public humiliation if he could help it. Helene glowedshe almost looked happy. Perfect graces acquired through years of admonishment by the same stickler governess, no doubt. He liked the way her eyes shone every time she smiled. He wondered again why she hadnt married before now. Maybe she had been in love. Maybe he would have to do something about her inconvenient attachment.

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Chapter Two
Two days to Glen Arbor seemed like an eternity. After everyone had wished them well, Helene almost broke down in front of Edward when her mother hugged her. He would only laugh at her if she did, and she had her pride. If the disreputable Earl of Redding was to be her husband, she would find a way to turn it to good. Since there was no hope of changing him, she would change herself. It would take no time at all to bear two sons, and then she would be free to do as she pleased without his odious attentions. She shivered at the thought of his touch on her skin. Or the forbearance shed be forced to endure in the few years it would take to conceive and send the earl back to his mistress. If he ever left the woman to begin with. Have you taken a chill? Redding asked. Or perhaps someone has walked over your grave? No. It was nothing. He had been amiable for the first few hours of the trip, even patiently lingering as she had said goodbyes to her family. I thought you might ride for much of the journey, she said, hoping her statement would induce him to do just that. Therell be time later. I wouldnt want my ass to be too sore, given its my honeymoon and all. She resisted the barb. But its such a lovely day. She glanced out the carriage window. London had receded on the horizon some time ago. Her ladys maid, Dora, and Doras husband, Tom, rode in the carriage following Reddings. Vincent, Edwards valet, also rode with them. She had hoped the men would all take to mounts, leaving her some privacy. Though, having met Mr. Vincent, she realized he might not be able to hold his seat for more than a modest trot. Is your book incapable of holding your interest? He indicated the novel beside her with wag of his brow and a tilt of his head. No. Its lovely, she said. What is it about? Redding, if this is your attempt at making small talk, I absolve you of the need. Really, Im perfectly content sitting here. Quietly. Now that we are married, Helene, I feel the need to state my expectations regarding our relationship clearly. I know my duty, Lord Redding. Since I sat on my mothers knee, I have been taught the finer points of womanhoodneedlework, painting, languages, cooking,

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running a household, child rearingyou will have no reason to doubt that you have bargained well when it comes to a wife. I will not embarrass you. He, once again, was slouched in the corner, one booted foot braced against the floor, his knee nearly touching hers. The other leg was drawn up on the bench, bent and propped against the seatback. He looked irritatingly settled, while she felt compelled to sit upright without the support of the backrest. So you intend to give this marriage your all? Do your duty, so to speak? he asked. Of course, why would you think otherwise? I would hate to think about killing Preston if I thought he might poach on territory that now belongs to me. Helene gasped and put a gloved hand to her mouth. You wouldnt! Alexander has been nothing but a gentleman. I would never forgive you if you provoked him in some way. Since you already hate me, your forgiveness is the last thing I am concerned with. He slipped his hand inside his jacket and pulled out a folded note. He pried the edges apart. Lightheaded worry fogged her mind and she leaned back against the plush seat, holding her breath. All she could hear was the pounding of her heart in her ears. On the other hand, if I find that dear Alexander rushes to your aid with all due haste to save you from a most despicable characterthat would be me, if I read this note correctly. If I find Alexander anywhere near you in the next, oh five or so yearsno, no, no, lets just make that foreverthen he will be needing an undertaker. Am I clear? You read my note? Deep anger clouded her brain and burned in her belly. She would have gladly jumped from the carriage to obtain her freedom. Redding, however, was vile enough to follow her to the edge of hell. Reading it was the lesser crime, Lady Redding. You wrote it. I wanted Alexander to understand. And you are emphasizing incorrectly. That is not all the note said. He comprehends quite well that you are married. I dont think a note from you was going to make a difference. It made a difference to me. She held out her hand. I would like you to return my letter. No. Please, she said, the word grating every nerve in her body as she said it. His behavior bordered on common and crude. He had no compassion for the finer feelings or noble sensibilities of the peerage. It was not improper to pen a note to a former betrothed to explain herself. No, he said again, holding the note in his hand, his arm now draped over his drawn-up knee. He flicked the note between his fingers.
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It doesnt belong to you, she said. Do you know that in England a man acquires the right to his wife and all of her possessions once they marry? He glanced at her. Of course you know that, having grown up knowing the finer points of womanhood since you sat on your mothers knee. You mock me. His face turned hard and demanding. She had thought him careless and irresponsible. She had never seen him angry or serious. No, I but claim what is mine. There will be no more midnight assignations, no notes to past lovers, no chance in hell that you will bed down with anyone but me until you have done your duty. Am I clear? Helene wasnt sure where she got her backbone as he both frightened and disgusted her, but find it she did. And I will be faithful to no man who boasts of having two mistresses when he doesnt even know if he would be pleased with his wife. Rest assured, you will have your heirs, and heaven forbid they lack your moral fiber, for I think I would not be pleased in the having of them. And then she did the most unladylike thing she had ever done in her life, surprising both her and Redding. She lunged at him, throwing herself over him and yanking the note from his loosened grip. His hand gripped her wrist and she opened her mouth, chomping into the fleshy skin near his thumb. He squealed and then cursed before wrapping one arm around her waist and hoisting her bodily from the floor and into his lap. She stuffed the note between two buttons on her bodice, hoping it stayed inside. You little hellion. She wiggled frantically, trying to free herself from his tightening grip. He was hard and unmovable. She wedged her elbow against his chest and pushed. He used his free hand, pulling her wrist behind her, forcing her deeper into his lap. Moving now made her arm and shoulder socket hurt. You are hurting me. Then hold still, he barked. You are doing it to yourself. Indeed, the moment she stopped squirming, all she could feel was the sudden and unwelcome heat of his body. You may let me go now. Where is the note? I dont know. It must have gotten lost. She lifted her chin, daring him to look. His hand grasped her breast and squeezed before sliding to the other one. She huffed indignantly but he ignored her. Ah, here we are. He slid his fingers inside her bodice, but he didnt immediately retrieve the note.

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When his fingertip caressed the smooth skin of her breast, she clenched her teeth. She had not prepared herself for the inevitable outcome of their marriage. The thought of joining him in his bed had been anathema. She didnt believe she would ever have to marry him, let alone provide the vessel for his sexual release. Alexander would have been patient and kind and loving. The brute Redding would take what he wanted, when he wanted. He stroked along her flesh. What are you thinking about? he asked. Alexander, she said softly, because it was true. Because she wished it was him touching and holding her. Redding muttered something under his breath. The folded paper scratched her skin as he removed it. He loosed his hands, freeing her to remove herself from his lap. She braced a hand against his shoulder, lifted her skirts, exposing her legs and somehow managed to dislodge herself from the cradle of his lap. Her face burned a bright red again when she realized it was his hand cupping her bottom that had lifted her free. Her note disappeared inside his jacket and he went back to brooding in the corner. Hed closed his eyes, ignoring her for a change. How long until we reach Glen Arbor? she asked. Too long. Forever. Tumbling his reluctant wife in the uncomfortable confines of the carriage wasnt really an option to Redding. Any woman who could moon over an erstwhile lover while sitting in his lap deserved a good spanking, not a tender bedding. Or a rough shag in a moving carriage. He yearned to reach down and assuage the tumescence aching in his breeches. Helene would probably faint dead away if he told her to lift her skirts and bend over the bench while he relieved himself. Or scream in fear if he asked her to place those delicate, fine fingers on his naked, hard cock. Two whole days. He would be ready to frig himself in a stable corner by the time he reached Glen Arbor. Tension radiated from her and was directed at him. She, no doubt thinking of her beloved and comparing him to the dastardly Edward. He, thinking of her behind and comparing it to a delicious, pretty peach hed like to pit. Her little gambit had revealed a startling amount of womanly flesh underneath her buttoned-up exterior. More than his hopes soared at that prospect. Still, he wasnt going to rush into another mans field to plow. Not until hed plucked up the weeds and mended the fences would he scatter his seed. True, he would know if a resulting son was his progeny, but what if it were a daughter? Or worse, a son without the Chase birthmark, who would be no son at all? Then what? Prestons seed would not become his heir. He had already made the decision that his next child would be rightfully born.
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A marriage with Helene, and then a rightful heir? Everyone would forget his many transgressions by the time the baby was christened. After a catnap, he chose to ride for a space. Helene smiled brightly as he descended from the carriage. What had she said? Ill be praying for a swift end to your riding. He rode ahead and before nightfall had arrived at a cozy inn along the east-west thoroughfare and made arrangements before the carriage arrived. Prestons interfering specter damped his mood, chafing like a saddle burr. First Prestons longstanding relationship with Anne VanLandingham, when all along, Edward had been in lust with her, and now this. He had more than a little satisfaction at having outplayed Prestons hand concerning Helene. Redding wouldnt normally care about such inconsequential matters but his pride had been pricked and his character assassinated. All by his wife. The lover of his soul. His bosom companion. His helpmate. His sharp-tongued termagant. He might never win her respect but he knew one thing she didnt. When the time came, he would have her. Thoroughly. When the time came, when he had her in his bed, she would forget the name Alexander Preston. A half hour later, the carriage emblazoned with the Redding red horse head crest came to a stop. He was there to lower the step and assist his bride from the cramped confines. How was your journey? he asked. The afternoon was delightfully peaceful. Thank you for asking. Our room is ready. I thought youd like to freshen up before we dine. Which, incidentally, will be in one hour. He glanced at his timepiece again, anxious to be home. Worried about his grandmother. Certainly. The tension had left her face. She appeared relaxed. It irritated him that she could be so utterly content away from his presence. Dreams of Preston must have danced in her head. Ill show you to your room. Oh, theres no need to bother. Doras here to assist me. Edward lowered his eyes and faced the skilled cunning of his bride and her open challenge. Edward glanced at the open carriage door to see her ladys maid fill the space. Oh my, that was most comfortable, Lord Redding. Thank you. Im glad you enjoyed it. Helene smiled brightly and brushed at some unseen fleck of dust on her sleeve. Not to be indelicate, Lady Redding, but I simply must find a privy, Dora said. But

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Right this way, the earl said, feeling victorious once again. Dora, well meet you at our room. The innkeeper will show the way. He faced his now unsmiling bride. His hand found her back and he guidedpushed her toward the main door of the roadside inn. Pick up your feet, darling. I wouldnt want the hem of your skirt to be sullied. You got separate rooms, I trust? You trust me to be so accommodating? Have you changed your mind about me already, Countess? You said I said there would be no tupping. I didnt say I wouldnt taste the goods. Or did your mother forget to mention that pleasure could be found in a variety of ways? My mother explained well enough. Anything else you think I will be providing would be better left to your mistresses. Youre not even curious? he whispered as they passed through the open portal. The taproom was dark with the evening fire low in the hearth on the far side of the room. Several plump chickens roasted on a turning spit, filling the room with the singular, tantalizing aroma of fat sizzling on the fire. Maybe a dozen country folks sat at the tables, but their curious gaze was upon the newcomers, the earl obviously a welcome and intriguing guest. Come, he said. Helene nodded at the innkeeper and his wife. They bobbed a rustic and uncertain greeting to them, acknowledging the presence of an earl and his countess. Already his vow to avoid her for the near future chafed. A thorough fucking now might put an end to the Preston nonsense and it would go a long way toward ending his sudden, demanding need to have what he said he wouldnt. Nothing like denial to heighten ones need. Nothing like a womans disdain to make a man feel the need to prove her wrong. The closer they got to their room, the hotter Edward felt. Her pretty little ass was displayed nicely in her ugly little dress. His damn cravat choked at his throat. It would be just too easy. And there was nothing she could do about it now that she was legally his property. Swinging the door open, he stepped back. She proceeded to enter but he halted her with a hand braced on the door jamb. You wanted something? she asked. I believe it is customary to carry the new bride across the threshold. Oh that is so sweet, but I hear old age does awful things to the back. And besides, Im not Scottish. She ducked under his arm and entered without him. Edward followed, watching her ass sway as she glided across the room to the window. Thats three floors down, he said. Hed purposefully chosen this room in case she had thoughts of fleeing.
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Thats not high enough to die, should you decide to jump, but the landing might hurt, she said. Her back was to him but he didnt doubt that she smiled brightly at her wit. She parted the curtain and he saw her shoulders droop in resignation. So the thought of escaping had occurred to her. In turn, Dora, her husband, Edwards valet and two footmen filled the room, distracting him momentarily as he directed the placement of a trunk, three small valises and a portable writing desk. What is this? He tapped the wooden top. I like to write while in the comfort of my bed. You wont be needing that any time soon, Edward said underneath his breath, but she caught his words and shot him a levelheaded stare. Dora brushed past him and went to her mistress. A bath will be up shortly, Lady Redding. Helene started ordering everyone about. He leaned against a far wall and watched the spectacle as the trunk was moved here and there and finally it was decided the trunk should be placed in the space where he stood. He moved at her order, disguised as a request. The area around the bed was presently the only space not filled, so he moved there and leaned back, braced against the wall, one hand clutching the newel post of the bed. You there, where is the small red trunk that was inside our carriage? I need it. His name is Bert, Edward said. She bestowed a dazzling smile on the footman. Would you fetch it for me, Bert? The footman bowed and then hurried to do her bidding. Edward marveled that men were such dim-witted beings that a woman in skirts could bedazzle with a look or word. Hed never been led about with a ring in his nose. He snorted, drawing a puzzled glance from Helene. Dora, would you empty the contents of the trunk onto the bed. Tomorrows clothing needs to be laid out and ironed. Oh, and would you see that both my boots and the house slippers are properly cleaned? Mr. Vincent, the earl needs a shave. Perhaps you could arrange for a basin and soap? Yes, my lady. Vincent tottered out of the room. One of the innkeepers maids entered, holding towels, followed by a beefy young lad carrying a copper tub. The loud clank of the tub landing on the wooden floor stopped the scurrying as everyone stared for a moment. Dora hauled a handful of clothing from the trunk and deposited it near the earl. He moved again, bracing his shoulder against the wall. Unless you plan on doing it yourself, he drawled, I will not be shaving until morning.
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We may be in the rustic wilds, but a countess still expects her husband to appear at the dinner table clean-shaven. Will you be shaving me then? he asked. She hesitated a moment and then she tried to flash those pearly white teeth in his direction. If she thought she would get the same results from him as she did from a lowly footman, she was very much mistaken. Yes, I will, she said. I can see trouble brewing and Ive known you less than a month. I think Ill wait for that privilege until I know you better or at least trust you more. I think it might solve several problems at once, my lord, were I to ply the blade tonight, she said. He laughed again, enjoying the humorous edge of sarcasm. For a moment, he saw only her as everyone shuttled in and out and around the room. You have exactly six minutes, Lady Redding. Six minutes for what? Before our dinner is served. And I like my meals hot. I have not even had a chance to wash. Let alone He held out his hand to stop her. I said an hour. I meant an hour. Youve dithered around this room trying to irritate me instead of using your time wisely, as Im sure your mother taught you. Dora stopped bustling at the sound of his direct words. Her husband stood in the corner, nervously turning his hat in his hands. The one servant near the door discreetly exited. I am in my traveling clothes. Helene stood straight and proud, expecting him to bow to fashionable manners and her haughty countess expression, one shed mastered thoroughly in a very short amount of time. I am hungry. You have had nearly, he pulled out his timepiece again, fifty-five minutes to prepare. So unless you can make yourself ready in the next five minutes, you will dine as you are. Vincent chose that moment to shuffle into the room with the basin and towels. Edward relieved him of the load, setting the basin and pitcher on the small bureau at the side of the room. Thank you, Vincent. You are free for the evening. Thank you, Lord Redding. I think Ill retire early. These old bones just dont travel as well as they used to. Ill have some food sent up, Helene said. That is most kind, Lady Redding. I dont mean to put you to any trouble. No trouble at all. She stepped toward Vincent and patted his arm affectionately. Is there anything else you need? My bed at Glen Arbor would be most appreciated.

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Helene laughed with perfectly believable charm, again seducing a susceptible man. Vincent left. She turned to face Redding. He marveled at the sudden effort at peace, but immediately suspected her surrender was temporary and only a prelude to a bigger, more effective battle ahead. Hed had enough mistresses to know that women had a character traitflawthat gave them a distinct advantage when manipulating men, and he wasnt going to allow his wife any such latitude. Best to let her know who was in charge at the outset. I am prepared, Lord Redding. Perfect timing. Im sure the innkeeper will appreciate your promptness. They sat in civilized harmony as the meal, in courses, was served. Asparagus soup was followed by roast veal, small new potatoes, stewed turnips and brandy peaches. The woman who sat at his table was not the woman who rode in the carriage with him earlier today or battled wills with him in the room. She behaved with scrupulous manners and polished charm. The perfect wife. The perfect trap. While his marriage was meant to add a measure of respectability and stability for him, he had the realization their relationship might be as uncomfortable as a new pair of dancing shoes. Edward could only imagine what plans she was brewing.

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Chapter Three
Helene had miscalculated. Outright defiance would be met with outright stubbornness. She had to find a way to keep the earl tame and compliant if she was to have a reasonable chance at happiness. Marriage was binding in England. She might wish every day for Alexander to rescue her from the dastardly earl, but what then? Would they live forever in shame? Illegitimate children? Ostracized from her family? She, as the estranged but married wife of a furious earl. She could well imagine the hell he would put her through if she ran away from him. Hed have every right to hunt her down and imprison her, forcing her to his will. She was much smarter than that. Firstly, she had to find his weakness. Then she had to set about the odious task of bearing his heirs. Mama said the coupling took but a few minutes and could be borne the few times a week the earl might make demands. It was her hope that the earl would have his own interests and leave her to make her own life, whether in London or at Glen Arbor. She had her painting and that would keep her happy and busy for much of the time, or at least until the children arrived. The distant future would be her shining light. Her hope was that eventually she could find a man to lovewomen did it all the time. She hated that she would join the ranks of noble women who took lovers. If that failed, she would always have her painting. But she knew she would never love the earl. It was a fact. Like breathing. Like living. After supper, Redding escorted her to their room. Dora had perfectly timed their return and Helenes much-needed bath awaited, wisps of steam wafting up from the water. Thank you, Dora, the earl said, taking charge of her servant much as shed done with his valet. But I need her assistance, Helene said, feeling a little panic well up. Breathing became a chore and her body heated with embarrassment and a spike of anger. It was his right, of course. She gripped the bedpost, feeling as if the ground under her feet had become unstable. I can help. I have undressed a few ladies in my time, he quipped. Helene glanced at Dora and nodded. Dora knew what the marriage bed involved and departed quietly. Helene could not rely on her mothers description of the event.
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She wasnt married to Redding. Who knew what perverted ideas he had about intercourse? When the door closed with a deafening catch, he said, Turn around. She had believed him when he said she wouldnt have a honeymoon deflowering just yet. Shed taken him at his word and let her guard down. But I cant, she stammered. Youre not having your courses, are you? But you said Maybe I changed my mind. He approached, standing right in front of her, looking down and examining her with that lazy gaze of his. His hand touched her shoulder. Fear was both warm and shocking, she decided. Would she get used to this breathless anxiety? Eventually his touch would mean nothing but duty. The fear of the unknown was causing these fierce, sharp pangs. She was sure of it. Edward tightened his grip, urging her to turn. She faced the bedpost, holding tightly, while leaning her forehead against the cool beam. She closed her eyes. She was not prepared for this. He pushed the sleeves of her gown aside. His fingers slid down her back. The first tug of the lacings caused her to jerk. She wondered why he didnt unhook the corset from the front. It would have been much quicker. Relax, Helene. Soft shivers of fear coated her skin where his breath caressed against her neck. Im not going to hurt you. I know, she whispered. Those words were the first ones he had said that she believed were true. She had never heard that he was cruel. He might be many things, but abusive to a lesser creature wasnt part of his well-deserved reputation for pleasurable wickedness. As the lacings loosened, her dress started to slide off her shoulders, aided by the nimble fingers of the earl as he pushed the sleeves down her arm, brushing his fingers along her skin. At her elbow, he brushed them back up to her shoulders. His pressed his lips to the curve between her shoulder and neck. She gasped and grabbed the post tighter. Please dont, Edward. A second undressing occurred as he started to remove her chemise. He said nothing, only worked diligently at his task. A cool wash of air stroked her skin as the last defense was lowered. He pried her hands loose and slipped the dress and chemise off. Her breasts were naked to his viewing and she could feel his heated gaze as he looked down at her from behind. Extraordinary, he said in a whisper that made her fear for her weakened soul.

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His hands touched her skin and slid forward, under her arms. She clamped her arms, trying to prevent his intrusion, knowing, knowing what he intended. Her breasts ached and swelled with unexpected need. His fingertips brushed the sides of her breasts. A gasp of air escaped her. She clenched her eyes tighter, hoping that he would stop, again knowing that he would not. Caressing her, Edward pressed into her from behind. His long, strong body overcame her smaller, weaker one. She wanted to protest, but a lifetime of training regarding her wifely duty overcame her need to wiggle away from him. It would be so simple to finish the matter. Dispense with the virginity, conquer the fear of his touch and accustom herself to her future. Yearning for Alexander would not bring him back, but it didnt mean she had to give him up entirely. While Redding might be entitled to her body, he would never have her heart. She stilled herself, the bedpost becoming her anchor. Detachment and acceptance was all it would take. When his hands cupped the fullness of her breasts, Helene bit her lips as a cry welled up in her throat. Her eyes peeked open. His large hands caressed and kneaded while his fingers touched the hard, pointed tips of her nipples. She gripped the post tighter. Her knees wobbled as her whole being shook. Again, his lips touched her neck and she felt the wet heat of his tongue as it trailed upward to her ear. Oh, you must stop, she whispered. Must I? His husky voice was near her ear. The vibration stirred every nerve, including those in odd placesthe backs of her knees, the base of her spine, the place between. The place she did not want to feel anything. Her body seemed to float. She tried to keep her mind alert and focused on her duty, but it was increasingly hard as he would not stop. There was only the slow torture of his hands at her breasts and the occasional beelike kisses of his lips to her skin. I cant breathe. Do you need to lie down? No! No, she said with a gasp as his tongue found her ear again. I think you do. Finally, his hands left her breasts, but then one of his strong hands tugged at her wrists until they fell away from the post, limp and exhausted. A gentle pressure at her waist guided her toward the bed. She did not know how her feet even moved. She sat and then she leaned back slowly, falling backward and landing in the softness of a cloud. His face loomed over hers for a moment. He settled his mouth over her breast and suckled. She arched from the bed, gasping, clawing at his arm. Denials screamed inside her mind. Dont! No!

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Helene had not prepared herself for anything but a quick, intrusive coupling. Not this. Surrendering her body without a struggle, giving in without a word of disagreement. His prisoner, weakened by bonds that she didnt know how to fight. His tongue circled one nipple. One of his wicked hands played with her other breast. Helene stared at the ceiling, licking at her lips, feeling lost. Her chest heaved and ached from the harsh buildup of her emotions. Everything about him was true. His countless conquests, his immoral dalliances, his casual disregard for anything but pleasure. She must remember that. He laved and suckled until the tight points ached beyond belief. Every short swipe of his tongue sent shock waves through her. Her back arched and undulated under his assault. She moaned, wanting him to stop but unable to get anything more than the throaty sound of surrender to pass her lips. The slight pop as her nipple slipped from his mouth and the sudden cool air touching her wet skin brought her some measure of coherence. When he pulled away, he wore a slight smile. He turned his face, kissing her palm and then stood. Without a backward glance, he departed the room. Then she realized why he had smiled. Her hand and fingers had slipped into his hair and held his head to her breast. He was wicked. Wicked, devious, heartless. Curling into a ball, she cried. This night should have been spent in Alexanders arms. He would have loved her with kindness instead of domination. Once her tears dried, Helene did what she always did when she was unsettled. She located her pencils and drew. She got weepy again when she wondered if she cried because shed lost Alexander or because Redding had stopped just when she had started to imagine that she had never felt such pleasure.

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When she descended the creaking wooden stairs to break the fast, she imagined Edwards gloating expression at her feeble capitulation. She straightened her shoulders and marched into the same private dining area they had occupied last night. Edward wasnt there. Nor had he returned to the room last night, though he had indicated early in the day he would. She had tossed and turned, worried about his return and what else he might do to her body. The innkeepers wife noticed her. Good morn, Lady Redding. Wont you have a seat? Lord Redding has already eaten. I believe he is in the stable makin sure everything is ready for your journey.
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Thank you. Ill have your food brought out in a moment. Helene sat in the same heavy chair and breathed easy for a moment, thankful for the time to refortify without Edwards knowing gaze upon her personsmirking as he thought about her weakness, how shed succumbed to him with a few commanding words and intimate gestures. She should just tell him she was a virgin, then he would complete the deflowering and she could adapt to her wifely state. Would he believe her though? He seemed particularly willing to goad her and besmirch Alexander all in the same breath. Her food appeared, spread out before her in a grand feast. When she saw the heap of eggs, the rasher of bacon and the thick, lightly toasted bread that smelled like heaven, she thought her own mamas cooks had prepared the simple feast. There was nothing she liked better and she enjoyed the food heartily. After she pushed her plate away, she felt prepared to face her second day as the Countess of Redding. His Wickedness appeared at the door as she stood. She stared at him, all cleanshaven and wearing a smart navy jacket with buff breeches, but with the same straight, gleaming black hair hanging over his brow. His waistcoat was a dark brown that made him appear more country than city. Her sister Diana would love her description of him. They had cried together when Papa announced his decision to accept Reddings suit. Maybe she grieved more so at the announcement of the new betrothal then when shed found out about Alexanders dismissal. Before it was announced that Redding would be her betrothed, she had heard much gossip about him, never imagining for a moment that she would be the unlucky one to be his wife. He was so primaltall and dark with black, wicked flashing eyes. She supposed some thought him handsome, if a girl liked that sort. Now here he was looking like sin incarnate. The coach is packed, Lady Redding. We are ready to leave, he said with perfect formality. Not even one of his all-knowing smiles. She thanked him, trying to ignore the squeamish uncertainty that had taken root in her stomach. He was not pleasant to be around. He made her feel all wrong. She laughed at herself. No, she would not think of Redding. Not another thought. The inn yard was already alive with activity. Another coach was just leaving and the coachman cracked the whip over the hindquarters of the four beasts. As they lurched, their hooves sprayed dirt in the air. Chickens pecked at the ground near her feet. Edward led her through them and they squawked, trying to dodge his large, booted feet.

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Once in the carriage, she settled but then glanced out the small, square window as Edward mounted the large steed he had ridden earlier and again, she was thankful for the reprieve. She imagined Glen Arbors bucolic surroundings. What would she do for the summer? Or would they stay longer, into the winter perhaps and over Christmas? She knew nothing about Reddings habits or whether he would allow her to be the true mistress of Glen Arbor. Her primary project would be to start making garments for her first baby. She had it all planned outor she had when she thought Alexander was to be her husband. A layette with bonnets and blankets, tiny embroidered gowns for christening along with small knitted booties with initials once he was named. But for starters a large R to designate his heritage, for she was certain her first child would be a boy. And then a painting of the wee babe. She was very skilled at portraits and people. Even her papa had grudgingly admitted she had some talent. Not enough to enlist the aid of a master instructor though. She had been raised for this moment. The baby would be something that was hers. She could envision his beautiful, round face with perfect clarity. Edwards features loomed before her and she shook her head trying to dispel that sudden truthher babe would have the dark-haired appearance of its father. Her artists mind conceived even more startling images of Edward, his mouth at her breasts. His hands as they cupped her and built the awful torment of unwanted attentions. She was not one of his mistresses, who might enjoy being groped and defiled in such a manner. Heat crept up her neck and into her face. How she wished she had a fan. But his lips on her neck Then she shivered. She slipped her fingers to her neck to touch her skin where his lips had caressed. She hadnt expected his lips to be so soft. How could a man like him touch her with such delicate finesse? She hadnt expected it. Not at all. He had no feeling for her. She knew what he had said to her father. It was time that he marry and he had heard she was available owing to her fathers refusal of Alexander. Shed seen him twice since he had proposed. Oh, Redding had at least done that. Very formally. Very correctly. With no feeling whatsoever. Shed never told Redding she didnt like lilies. It was time. Was that the only reason? Or just the reason he had given to her father? Helene had known this day would come. It was time. She turned her mind again to her duty. She did want a passel of children and he was an earl. Her son would be an earl. She thought of Redding again and wondered how she would ever mean anything to him other than as the mother of his heir. Alexander would have loved her forever. But Alexander was lost to her.

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Edward had stayed away from Helene for as long as he could, but the muscles in his legs ached from the long hours in the saddle. They had lunched quietlyHelene keeping her eyes averted, determinedly concentrating on her food. Last night he had come dangerously close to tossing up his wifes skirts and dispensing with the troublesome first time. Now, having experienced a little of Helenes responsivenessor more accurately, his response to herhe could only wonder what lay at the end of the first bedding. Would she be defiant? Or would there be tears? He had no illusions about Helenes feelings for him. She would be perfectly happy with a quick tup as long as she did not have to speak with him afterward. And happy was relative. She had displayed no overt defiance in refusing him. She would tolerate him. As was her duty. Again he felt chagrined that a woman could be so outwardly indifferent to him. He could name dozens, hundreds of women who would spread their legs for him and thank him afterward. What was it they said? Redding was good for the chase, but hed never be caught? Perhaps it is what he deserveda woman who would not pursue him. She might deny that she had any pleasurable feelings while he amused himself with her fine breasts, but that is where Edward had run into trouble. She had turned into molten heat with a few caresses. His body had answered loudly and passionately, nearly causing said skirt-tossing. With regard to sexual intercourse, he knew when a woman was really resistant and his wife had displayed no such virginal behavior. Now was not the time for uncontrollable lust. Hed already had to live with the consequences of one such decision. When hed left the room, darkness had already descended on the inns courtyard. He had found a quiet place behind one of the outbuildings and used a few skillful pulls at his cock, along with the delicious images of Helenes breasts, to bring on an inspiring and well-deserved ejaculation. Edward assisted her into the carriage for the long ride this afternoon. They would have to push hard to the evenings stop, but would have a less difficult day tomorrow. He heard the gasping little oh as he climbed into the carriage behind her and settled on the opposite seat. The carriage lurched and as the horses reached full speed, the familiar rhythm of sway and bump caused a familiar lull inside. Her color was high but she sat with the dignity he would expect of a countess. Her hair was atrocious. Shed worn it curled and down her back for the wedding. Now it was twisted and wound into a tight mass that no man except a vicar would find

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attractive. His fingers itched to caress the jumble of silken thread for the first time. Hed been too enthralled with her breasts last night to give much notice to anything else. His grandmother was going to like her, which was going to make his life a further hell. He could see his future clearly in that regard. Grandmother would take Helenes side, softly berating and correcting him, urging him to be the perfect husband. She would never be so pointed as to use the word love, but she would undoubtedly herd him along, informing him that women expected happily ever after and would it be so very difficult to say a few nice things to her. Yes, he could see it now. And how would he tell Mimi no? What would transpire between Edward and his wife would involve nothing more than a respectable union, culminating in the continuation of the Redding earldom. If, in the meantime, she found something resembling companionship and closeness in the marriage and he found pleasure in the fucking, all the better. Hed spent a good portion of last night wondering exactly what had gone on between Helene and Baron Preston. This morning he had set his mind to purging her of any remaining feelings for him. And your ride was pleasant? she asked. She tugged at the fingertips of her gloves and then set them on the seat beside her before folding her hands in her lap. Indeed. As I passed Charlton, I nearly ran down two small does with their fawns. Helenes smile appeared like magic. Fawns? Baby deer? Did the horse frighten them away? Hed noticed that she turned her head to the left when she smiled. He wondered if it was because of her singular imperfection. Yes. I think they scared me and the horse as much as I scared them. He repositioned himself on the coach seat and stretched his legs toward the opposite side, avoiding her clenched legs. Oh, I should have loved to have seen them. Dont worry, I imagine you will see plenty at Glen Arbor. Really? Will I have to travel into the forest? I should think they would hear me coming. Well, you can see them very often while riding, but sometimes herds of them graze on the front lawn. She leaned back on the seat and her shoulders relaxed. That sounds magical. Ive only ever seen pictures of them in books. Youve never seen deer before? Oh no. Father never took us to the country. He would go on business to the estates, but he thought the farms were no setting for his daughters. Mama was inclined to agree. I think it was Mama more than anything. She hated the country. But I thought I saw some at Hyde Park once.

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Youve never been out of London? he asked. How did you imagine your trip to Scotland was going to turn out? It is rather tedious and barbaric. You would have understood your mothers reasoning for avoiding the country had you gone. Helene bristled, thinking that she had been perfectly amiable. She straightened her shoulders and glanced at him again, reminding herself that Redding would always be Redding. Ive traveled to Brighton on many occasions, she said frostily. And a few country house parties, she added, trying to defend her experience. Glen Arbor is a little more rustic than Brighton, though more refined than Scotland, by my estimation. Scotland was only for my wedding. We werent going to live there. If you are set on going, perhaps we can honeymoon there. I shouldnt want to deprive you. Her teeth ached from biting back sharper words. Since it is so barbaric, Im shocked youd want to go. All alone with you in the Scottish Highlands? His brow winged upward. It has a certain appeal. Especially the long, cold nights of a Highlands winter. All the better to shag you with. Everything with him revolved around carnality. Would they ever have a meaningful conversation? Must you be so crude? Is there not some topic of which we might converse that doesnt disintegrate into the profane? Literature, perhaps. Or mathematics? You are a student of the sciences? I enjoy mathematics particularly, but all of the sciences have appeal. Tell me, what is the mathematical probability that Ill have the privilege of deflowering you? One might conclude that I have a fifty-fifty chance, but I dont know if you have had past interests who might have seduced you. Perhaps Preston didnt know either. The odds are one hundred percent, as you have married a respectable daughter of an earl. One hundred percent? Yet you have offered no proof. I offer nothing. If you have to be slightly uncomfortable waiting to find out, then so be it. I will be more than slightly uncomfortable, but I think it is prudent to wait. And it seems youve forgotten that just two nights ago, you were attempting to sneak away with Preston. Thank you, Lord Redding, she said with feigned pleasantness. Thank you for reminding me why I dislike you so very much.

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He was the disreputable rake again, slouching against the coach seat. I forgot to mention that you have magnificent breasts, he said, grinning like a jackanapes. Helenes face flamed, but she could not look away from his hypnotic gaze, which peered at her through strands of black hair. His simple words brought back every detail of last nights unwelcome advances. Did you enjoy it? he asked. It is irrelevant whether I enjoyed it. It is my duty. Duty? You wear that word like a badge of honor. Is it not my duty to please my husband? To honor him? Wife, I dont think you have any idea how to please me. You hardly know me. She had much to give. In spite of her feelings for Alexander, she wouldnt deprive her husband, but he didnt seem to be interested in all those things she had been taught that could make his life comfortable and pleasing. Given the right circumstance, and once I acclimate to my new life, I am sure you will find in me everything you could have hoped for in a proper wife. I have a cook, a housekeeper, a valet who is almost like a motherwhat else could you provide me that I dont already have? A shave. He laughed at her again. Someday soon, Im going to hold you to that. And mind you, it had better be worth the wait. He shifted his legs and reached for her. She squeaked. His quick pull had her sprawling unbecomingly. Her arms flailed as she sought purchase, coming into contact with his upper thigh and his arm, but he somehow guided her to his lap. Now about this getting to know you better. He pressed his mouth to her neck. Helene gasped, the shock tingling over her skin. My lord, that is not what I had in mind and you know His mouth came over hers, his teeth sank into her bottom lip and she whimpered. She was afraid to pull away. Her eyes were open wide but all she could see was the darkness of his skin, his cheek and one of his eyes, the lid closed. She closed her eyes, not wanting to see him at all. He sucked on her lip, pulling it into his mouth and running his tongue across it. Her eyes popped open and she jerked away. What are you doing? Tasting you. Your lips are nearly the same color as your nipples, did you know that? Please stop it. You are being vulgar. No. Vulgar comes later when I have my mouth between your legs. Helene gasped, shoved her elbow against his chest and tried to free herself. I am not one of your whores.
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His hands and arms kept her securely pinned against his body. I happen to be discriminating. I dont do that for just anyone, but for you I think Im going to enjoy seeing you speechless while my tongue commands you for a change. His mouth found her neck again. He used that wicked tongue along her collarbone. He nipped her chin with his teeth. One of his wicked, quick hands searched under her short pelisse. She attempted to slap his hand away. This is hardly the time or place for such activities. Lud, you live and breathe proper. Just so you know, I dont mind wicked. If you wanted to undress for me now, I wouldnt say you nay. I would never do such a thing. Well then, let me help you. His hand slipped inside her dress, cupping a handful of her breasts. She wiggled again, trying to get away. One of the buttons of her bodice came free and she felt her breasts threaten to spill over. Then he slipped the first hook of her corset. It was oddly disconcerting, as everything was happening under her pelisse. You must stop. I cannot relace my stays if you continue. His hands were everywhere and she tried to keep him in check. I know how to lace a gown. Not in a moving carriage! It is a bit more difficult, yes. He worked another button loose and then slipped another of the stay clasps free. She pressed her hand to her bodice, trying to keep it from coming completely undone. He pushed the sleeves of her dress down. Her last defense slipped away as he untied the frogs of her pelisse, revealing her breasts fully. Edward smiled and lowered his lips to the flesh overflowing the top of her chemise. One hand cupped her below and lifted her breast to his mouth. Helene fought against the rising tension. He could upset her equilibrium so easily. His tongue lapped along her skin. When he looked up again, he said, You arent doing your duty, Lady Redding. I wouldI would if You want to please your husband, do you not? Yes, but Then stop fighting me, he ordered. Helene heard the firm demand of his voice and did not know how to disobey him. Mama had repeated over and over again that Helene was to be faithful to her vows. Why had he picked obedience as the one vow to which he demanded that faithfulness? She lowered her hands and closed her eyes, flaming with embarrassment and not a little bit of anger.
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He lifted the wide swath of her skirts, pooling them in her lap while exposing one of her legs. He caressed her upper thigh, right above the tie of her stocking. She stared at his hand where his fingers moved in slow repetitive circles. Trying to breathe in the enclosed carriage became difficult, the hot air feeling like a dead weight against her chest. The heat from his mouth touched her neck, adding to her misery. Undo the rest of your buttons, Helene. I want to see all of you. I dont Edwards hand slapped lightly against her thigh. She gasped and brushed her hand over his. Burning pain radiated from underneath his palm. More troubling was the odd sensation between her legs. Moisture pooled. She pressed her legs together. Unclasp the bodice of your dress, he said again. He nudged against her. The long, blunt hardness of his manhood pressed against her other thigh. Helene bit at her lips again, feeling indignity and something else that made her very frightened. Another slap landed on her thigh. Helene moaned and leaned against his chest. The brief bit of pain did awful things to her insides. He assuaged the pain with the tips of his fingers, working in slow circles of her skin. Im not going to tell you again. His voice was low and husky against her ear. She reached for the tight bodice and slipped each of the remaining buttons. The relief was immediate and pleasurable. Now your stays. She froze for a long moment as her body pulsed with the need to have his mouth against her fully, like he had done to her last night. I want to suckle your breasts again, he said with perfect control. I want you wet between your legs when I do so. Do you feel it already? He stroked toward the inside of her thighs, one finger dangerously close to her secret flesh. The stays, Lady Redding, I want to see your breasts bouncing and those fine little nips swollen into hard points. She was weak and boneless lying against him. One of his hands still cupped her bottom, the other soothed up her body until his fingers pinched her nipple through the soft chemise. She could see the protrusions looking sexually obscene. He brushed his thumb back and forth over the tip. Her breath caught in her throat. The heat of him burned through her clothing and scorched her skin. Would you like me to turn you across my knee and pinken your bottom or are you going to remove those stays? Yes, she said as she gulped a lungful of needed air. And she wondered if she was answering yes to a spanking. Her trembling fingers worked each clasp until she reached the last fastening near her bellybutton.
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Edward tugged at the satin ribbon adorning the rounded neckline of her cotton chemise. He pushed both sleeves down, one at a time. His hand returned to her thigh. She could not breathe, let alone think. All she could feel was the heat of his body and the sting of his slap. Her heart tripped erratically as if she were dying. Do you want my mouth on your breasts? She shook her head in denial. No? You want me to stop now? She shook her head again. Tell me what you want. I cant. I cant say it. Another slap landed against her thigh. Her body tensed. She arched away from him and bucked against the cushioned seatback. Her breasts thrust forward in offering. Thats my girl. Now tell me what you want. How could she say it? How could she instruct him in sexual matters? How could she want anything from him after only two days of marriage? I have a whip in my room at Glen Arbor that is covered in silk. Once I have you in my bed there, Ill only ask once before I bring that soft lash across your naked bottom. Now, you want to tell me somethingsomething about your breasts. I want your mouth to cover my breasts. Both of them, she added, feeling desperate and hating herself for it. His head descended. She moaned, wanting him more than anything. When the wet heat of his mouth covered her breast, Helene gasped loudly. Her hand sought his against her thigh, urging him to touch her, urging him to provide something to relieve this terrible pain inside her body. He gripped her thigh but continued the suckling. He worked her breast until it was sensitive to the slightest brush of air. He pulled away and blew a puff against her wet skin. Her nipple tightened even more painfully. Please, she whispered. He covered her other breast and laved her brutallyunrepentant, determined, selfish. Helene didnt want him to stop. She undulated against his lap, rocking her hips as if she would find some relief in the movement. Helene? Helene, he called, but she didnt want to hear his voice. She wanted only his mouth on her breast and his hand on her body. Helene, he whispered. Do you feel that? Do you feel what I can do to your body? Thats what waits for you. That and more. Soon I am going to fit my body into yours and bring you more pleasure than you have ever known. And then when I have
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used you in every way I can imagine, you are going to scream my name, not Alexanders. She heard the words as if he had run a knife through her heart. She had not thought of Alexander once since Edwards hand touched her body. Helene burst into tears, knowing the deep shame of betrayal. If she truly loved Alexander, how could she give in so easily to Reddings practiced manipulation?

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Chapter Four
Edward cupped the back of her head and pulled her to his chest. Guilt wasnt an emotion he ever dealt with, but he knew hed pushed her too far. So much for changing his ways. Change had never been easy for him and two days of near constant arousal had him behaving characteristically wickedly. Another sin she could heap on his head. Vivid pleasure had vibrated through his body the moment hed entered the carriage. Helene may not recognize the sexual tension, but Reddings body answered the call the moment shed thrown down her challenge after their wedding. Edwards competitive nature would never allow Helene a moments peace until he had beaten, fucked, loved or tormented Preston from his wifes mind and heart. In Reddings world, there was no place for anyone but him, especially when it came to his property. He bit back a curse. Hed yanked Teddy from his mother with the same kind of callous disregard and noble arrogance and what did he have to show for it? Teddy was gone and he had a wife who claimed to hate him. He knew better. She was too nave and, he was surer by the moment, too innocent to truly hate, but if he wasnt more careful, he might cause that very thing to happen. Hatred would have no place in his marriage, not when she would be the mother of his children. Her breasts were still visible to his hungry gaze. He stroked his fingers over her face and through her hair rather than grab a handful of her lush breasts. In spite of what his body demanded, his mind ruled for the moment. The erection he sported would have to wait until he was alone and he could stroke his way to the slow release he wanted. Edward kissed the top of her head. Her wailing had turned into shoulder-shaking sobs as she got control of herself. This is only the beginning of pleasure, Helene. I can make you feel even better, if you will only let me. I dont want to feel that way, she said through a shiver. What way? As if I have no control. I want you to let go. If you let me do what I do best, I promise you will not regret it. I already do, she stated, her voice a bit more steady, the determined Helene making a reappearance. Alexander would never hurt me like you did.

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I did not hurt you. You cant admit that it was me who made you feel something new and exciting. You wont allow yourself to accept that my hands understand the needs of your body. But when you do I wont. Do you want me to prove you wrong right now, Helene? he whispered. I could do it easily. The certainty of his words echoed in the silence. She had no answer. Redding was confident of his ability to do exactly as he said. Helene tried to sit up, but Edward enjoyed the feel of her in his arms. There was also a peculiar little pleasure knowing that she was completely and totally his. He had had that feeling before. With Teddy. Except Teddy was gone and maybe it wasnt worth the temporary elation of having something completely and totally his after all. Things went away. Helene tried to escape his embrace a second time. He allowed her the freedom as she sat up in his lap. Let me, he said as he shifted her. He worked at the strings of her corset until they were completely undone. In a moment, she had her chemise in place and the dainty ribbon tied and then the clasps of her corset in front refastened. Tell me if it is too tight. He worked solemnly while Helene sat with a stiff back and the bearing of a countess. He laced and tightened. With a final tug, he asked, Hows that? Fine, she said. Not too tight? No. When he was done, he kept a controlling hand around her waist while she rearranged the sleeves and bodice of her gown. May I return to my seat, Lord Redding? Not yet. I enjoy having you in my lap. She clasped her hands and sat with rigid determination. He suspected it was her way of keeping him at a distance, but she had no way of knowing he was more determined. Why do you fight physical feelings? You are meant to enjoy the pleasures of the body. You were made that way. Especially with your husband. Helene had no answer. She bit at her lips and turned her face away. Your mind is working hard to find a hundred reasons why you shouldnt enjoy what I just did with you, but you cant find a single reason, can you? Its wrong. Says who? I am sure that you believe it is perfectly acceptable to behave with such indecency. I do not. There is nothing proper in what you did. Would you feel differently if Baron Preston were doing those things to you?
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Thats not fair. Has he done anything more than kiss you? She gaspedagitated, angry. I do not go about kissing men to whom I am not married. Almost you tempt me into forcing a wedding night. I am a virgin, and I resent your innuendo that the honorable Baron Preston would take advantage of me. You lose your wits easily enough with me I most certainly do not! So I would think that Preston, whom you claim to love, would have had an easier time seducing you. A few well-placed kisses, he whispered, setting his lips to her neck once again. Let me go. You have played your silly game long enough. Ive only just started. He knocked on the ceiling of the carriage. The coachman yelled and the immediate effect of the slowing carriage caused them both to lurch in their seats. Tonight, after we arrive at the inn and after you have had a nice, long bath, Im going to continue my silly game. The carriage came to a halt. Edward leaned closer and whispered, Tonight, you will understand pleasure. But between now and then, I want you to think about my mouth on your breasts, I want you to think about being entirely naked to my gaze and I want you to think about that place between your legs that has been aching and wet and not knowing what you need to feel relief. His wife appeared dazed by his words, but he thought he could seal his words firmly in her mind with their first kiss, something more than nibbling at her lips. He leaned forward, placed his hands on her hips and slowly lowered his mouth to hers. She squeaked as his lips settled over hers. He moved with slow deliberation, testing the limits of her denials. Destroying her will to oppose him. Her lips were pliant and started to move with his. Gently and slowly, he slipped his tongue into her mouth and tasted the warmth and sweetness inside. He savored the yearning moan he evoked in her, feeling the rumble clear through his chest. He opened his mouth fully over hers and she responded to his request. Tense and angry to begin with, her body slowly responded, melting and conforming to his as he settled her more comfortably in his lap. To hell with waiting. Having her became urgent. An inn, a bed, privacynone of it seemed terribly important at the moment. Slim fingers toyed with the hair at his nape, causing another sharper need to have her willing in every way.

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Milord! Edward pulled back. What the hell. He glanced out the window to see his coachman about to open the carriage door. Edward braced a hand on the latch to prevent an untimely intrusion. If he didnt get out of the carriage now, he was going to fuck his wife and let her know decisively that he was indeed the brutish, despicable rake she proclaimed him. Her eyes were as large as saucers, which made him want to laugh. She had yet to come to terms with the fact that her body had a will of its own and that it acted contrary to what she said and thought.

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Helene spent the afternoon in determined meditation of Alexander Preston. He was a true gentleman and would never have trespassed in such an egregious manner. Still, thinking of him didnt arouse the same intense physical sensations as thinking about Edward. Would she have felt the same, if Alexander had touched her that way? Alexander had done nothing more than kiss her hand and she couldnt imagine anything else. Was Redding right? When the carriage came to a stop at a large public inn named the Wagon and Wheel, she wondered at the accommodations, for it didnt look like an inn where an earl would dare spend the night. Or a countess. This trip was as near to rustic as she had ever been. But if she was comforted by anything, it was that Edward wouldnt do anything second-rate. The Wagon and Wheel must have some features to recommend it. Edward again assisted her from the carriage as if he had waited for just her. The night had grown dark as they had traveled much farther and later than the night before. Whatever Reddings plans, she hoped he would forget all about her so that she could find her bed. Good evening, Lady Redding. He must have seen her concerned glance. Pay no attention to the exterior. Inside, Mac Darby, the proprietor, runs one of the best kitchens in the western counties. And he has two rooms upstairs with indoor plumbing. An absolute technical marvel, if I do say so myself. Edward grinned, his happy countenance at odds with the wolfish man she continued to experience in private. It immediately became obvious that Edward knew the proprietor well. Helene thought it boded well that he had friends in low places as well as those exalted circles he normally traveled.

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Darby, might I introduce you to the new Countess of Redding? Helene, this is an old friend of mine, Mac Darby. He bowed clumsily and pumped her arm as if it were the handle of an outdoor cistern. Begad, Redding, youve found the prettiest flower in the garden. And plucked her right up, I see. Manners dictated her actions in every way and she greeted him properly. Right away, she found she liked him. He was tall and broad-shouldered, in the way of hardworking outdoorsmen, but it was his ruddy cheeks and twinkling eyes that set her at ease. Weve the finest room being prepared. Thank you, Mr. Darby. Im sure it will be lovely. Helene glanced around the inn. The remnants of past fires lingered in the air and a slight meaty smell left her stomach growling and surpassed her need for sleep. Dora and the rest of their entourage entered the inn and were all dispatched to their duties. Edward answered her unspoken question. Darby and I go way back, before I became the illustrious earl, and before anyone cared if we got into trouble. Now he still gets to cause trouble while I have to remain respectable. Dont believe a word of it, Lady Redding. Hes as disreputable as they come. I have found that out for myself. Perhaps you could enlighten me how one is to react to such scandalous news, as his reputation seems to be known far and wide. If you were to come downstairs later, for an ale, I could tell tales that would have your hair standin on end. It already is. Edward laughed behind her. Just a light supper tonight, Darby. In the upstairs room. We have a short night ahead and an early start in the morning. Darby faced the earl. How is the old battle axe? Bedridden, but still managing to bully the rest of us. You know the way, Darby said. Helene caught the ribald wink, one of those signals between men that implied complete understanding. In this case, she knew exactly what the communication meant. She couldnt keep lying to herself. While she might have no respect for Reddings morals and hate him for his behavior, her body wasnt at all repulsed by him or what he did to her. Already her heart beat a little faster at the thought of his hands on her body. And if giving in to him physically was a means to an end, so be it. She wanted children and regular physical contact was the surest way to obtain them. Edward escorted her up the stairs. Dora was already in the room, standing over the copper tub, observing as the water gushed in. Edward walked over to watch, a peculiar smile on his face. He ran his hand through the water. Not as warm as I had hoped, he said. Helene, I promise you will enjoy this. Come.
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His mood seemed amiable, so she walked across the room to join him. Feel it. She ran her hand beneath the running stream and was pleasantly surprised by the warmth. I could take a bath every day, she said. She had heard of indoor plumbing for the very rich, but at a public inn? Easily. Maybe twice a day. She laughed, but turned away and motioned for Dora. Her skin tingled from the close contact with Redding. Two days of constant nearness should not have made her feel this way. She should have been repulsed by him. He couldnt deny the truth about what he was. She couldnt accept that she was as susceptible to his physical charms as the most immoral women in London. He might be vying for her attention at the moment, but what would happen after? After he had seduced her into wanting him, after he had his way and she was left with nothing but an empty marriage where they each came and went at their leisure. No, it was better to remember that men like him would never be faithful husbands or nurturing fathersattempting to paint Redding with the character of a vicar was a foolish delusion. Aside from his single duty to beget heirs, he was just a man, bent on his own pleasures and pursuits. She was a temporary diversion. A wife that could provide a suitable heir. A duty to complete. An item checked off his list of responsibilities. Empty sorrow filled her chest. She had never been actively courted until Alexander. It was no wonder she loved him. And more importantly, he admired her art. She sat on the bed while Dora unlaced her traveling boots. Redding too, was undressing until a knock sounded at the door. Dora pushed to her feet, walked to the tub to turn off the water, the tub only partly filled, and took care of the visitor, only to bring back a tray laden with their evening meal. I am famished, the earl said, glancing at Helene but following Dora like a puppy dog as she set everything out on a round table at the side of the room. He reached over her shoulder and grabbed a roll that he gulped down in two bites. Helene could almost imagine a normal life with him, except when his gaze turned to her and she knew he was hungry for more than food. Im sure your husband is waiting, Dora. I think Lady Redding and I can manage for what remains of the evening. Dora nodded to her without even questioning his order. Alone at last, he said, before turning his attention to the tray once again. I would suggest you hurry or you might find that Ive devoured this meal without thought to your hunger.

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Since it had been nearly eight hours, her craving was sharp and she didnt waste another moment after his invitation. Once she took her seat, he sat across from her and proceeded to fill a plate for her. He picked everything she would have liked and, thankfully, left the green beans alone. When will we arrive at Glen Arbor? she asked, feeling awkward and anxious with his intimate presence. Three to four hours more, depending upon the weather. Weve been lucky so far. They ate in silence, Helene feeling more and more nervous as the food disappeared from the tray, until she folded her hands in her lap and tried to imagine a good end to the evening. Edward made imagining anything but him very difficult. Well then, he said, leaning back in his chair. You may smoke outside if you wish, she offered. No. Come here. Let me help with your dress. She remained firmly seated while he stood, looking down at her with that inscrutable smile. I thought I might read for a while, she said. Madam, it is near midnight. Your eyelids are drooping. Now let me assist with your undressing. The dark look of desire replaced his amiable coaxing. Or is it that you are refusing to appear naked before your husband? No. I Edward worked at his cravat, wilted now after a long day in the carriage and an even longer ride out of doors in the wind and sun. Vincent hadnt bothered to appear. No doubt Edward had ordered a more civilized and controlled crowd in and out of the room tonight, since only Dora had appeared to assist. His jacket came off. While he stared at her, he worked his shirt from inside his trousers and then worked at the studs before the two halves fell open, revealing his hard, bare chest. Helene could only stare. Her gaze lingered and trailed down the fine line of hair disappearing into his trousers. Her fingers trembled in her lap. I would suggest you get used to the idea of being naked in front of me, Lady Redding. I enjoy the female form immensely, and I have had the most profound curiosity about what you have under your gown. When his hands went to the waistband of his trousers, Helene remained frozen in her chair, watching those dexterous fingers slip the buttons and peel back the fall. He pushed the trousers over his buttocks and then bent in a quick move that had his trousers removed. He stood in his smallclothes, his hands braced at his hips. Are you not just a wee bit curious? he asked. Helene pressed her lips together, but could not make her gaze turn away. Convincing herself that she admired him for her arts sake lasted all of one moment. He dispensed with the remaining covering.

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A hot rush of guilty pleasure washed over her as she saw him completely naked for the first time. He was like the art she had seen. Hard, sculpted, beautiful. More than ever, she could see him on canvas. She believed she could paint him as he should be. She had never seen a real man before, not like this. He stood, unashamed, even proud, waiting for her reaction. Her body had turned into petrified nerves. Outside, she could not move, even fearing that she had stopped breathing. However, everything inside seemed alive and pulsing. His penis, his erection, was startlingly beautiful. While she knew the particulars of male anatomy, he was longer and thicker than she had imagined. Not that she had really imagined such a thing. She knew the parts fit together somehow. She also knew he was a master fitter, based on his sordid reputation. He laughed, fully aware of her gawking. He turned toward the copper tub, breaking the spell that had come over her. Cranking the knobs, he allowed more water into the tub and then stepped in himself. She stared again as his sculpted backside turned her way and then disappeared into the tub. He spread his arms over the rim and then tossed her a look. Helene, dearest, would you fetch me a cheroot? Her mind screamed that he could fetch his own damn cheroot, but her feet carried her to his jacket, where her fingers searched inside and retrieved the casing. At the tub, she opened it and he selected one before glancing up at her. A light, please? Lone candles stood on each side of the fireplace mantel, providing some of the light in the room. She carried the brass holder to him and then held it a distance while he puffed, bringing the small cigar to a burning ember. The first cloud of smoke rose in the air and she did nothing to protest. Through the haze, his gaze shimmered as he examined her. He smiled as he set aside the cheroot. Breathless, she jerked away from his mesmerizing stare. Once she returned the candle to the fireplace, she stood quietly, hoping he would forget her presence. She stared as he bathed, splashing water over his shoulders and quickly lathering a cloth left beside the tub. Then he leaned back, his arms resting comfortably on the rim of the tub. Helene, I wish for you to undress for me. Now. Her sense of shame and embarrassment seemed to dissolve into a heated and uncontrollable desire to do as he wished. Was it some perverse need that made her wear a dress that buttoned in front? I dont want to ask again, Helene. Or is it that what you want me to do? Do you want to feel my hand against your flesh? he asked. Helene felt the soaking need between her legs as her neck and face flushed. Her body welcomed his subtle threats but her mind berated her for a fool. She was strong and capable. She did not need to allow herself to be under his subjugation.

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No. She was not going to undress for his entertainment. The cheroot was between his teeth again and he re-soaped his hands, rubbing them together a moment as if he anticipated some treat from her. One hand brushed across his matted chest, the soap bar leaving more suds. His hand came up out of the water to pluck the cheroot from his mouth. He blew the smoke in her direction. Helene, in a moment, Im going to get out of this tub and lay you across that bed. When I lift your skirts, you are going to feel my hand across your bottom, and then, you are going to undress. Wouldnt you rather just do as I ask now? Courage had a way of shrinking in the face of a bigger threat and she almost gave in. Her mind overcame again, maybe foolishly so, but she said, No. Her feelings for him hadnt changed, only the temptations of her body had made her appear weak and foolish in front of him. She couldnt go on giving in whenever he commanded. She wouldnt. He stubbed the cheroot against the side of the tub and then flicked the unused portion toward the fireplace, where it landed perfectly. His gaze seared her, pinning her feet to the floor. As he stood, water runnels streamed down his body. She suspected every woman who had ever looked at him had thoughts similar to hers. Wicked, wicked thoughts that proper young ladies shouldnt have. He was chiseled like fine marble, with wide shoulders and perfect, flowing muscles that rippled through his arms, his legs and down his chest to his abdomen. Betraying her again, her fingers tingled with the thought of touching him wherever and whenever she pleased. He stepped out of the tub, not bothering with a towel. With the grace of a predator, he walked toward her, stopped in front of her and totally dominated her will. It fled under his first assault. The bed, Helene. On your stomach. It isnt my wish to punish you, but youve been disobedient to me, and I thought we had that all worked out in the carriage this afternoon. The reminder brought another rush of want as her breasts tightened and her lungs fought for air. His hand reached for her waist and with a gentle push started her toward the bed. She stopped, looking down at the embroidered counterpane. Behind her, his voice sounded husky in her ear. We can do this over my lap or you can kneel on the bed and bend forward, he ordered. The dual desires warred inside her. The desire to do as he said and feel some of the secret pleasure he could wring from her body. Or the desire to do as she pleased and attempt to keep her body in control of her own wishes.

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When her knees were on the bed, she knew she was lost. His hand at her back gently pushed her forward until she rested on her forearms. What was she doing? Lift your skirts, Helene. Another pleasurable rush of moisture seeped between her legs. Her thighs trembled and she could hear the sound of her harsh breathing. With one hand, she tugged at the heavy gown. Higher, he ordered. The silky material brushed across her thighs. Edward pushed her unmentionables aside. A rush of cool air caressed her buttocks. He groaned, causing Helene the first hint of satisfaction. What he was doing affected him too and made her more agreeable to his pursuits. The stiff, blunt tip of his erection touched her from behind. His manhood felt cool and wet. Why am I punishing you? I dont know. You dont know? He brushed his hand over her bottom. Im punishing you because youve been bad. Now tell me why. For disobeying, she said. How she hated to say those words. Who was he to bring about her complete submission? Thats right. And after your punishment, what are you going to do? Undress for you. You learn fast, Helene. That makes me very happy. His hand soothed across her bottom. Where he touched, her skin tingled. Both of his hands cupped her ass checks and squeezed. He spread the fleshy halves and his hard manhood touched her intimately. A blazing sting shocked her. First on the right side and then on the left. She gasped. She turned her face into the counterpane and a small scream escaped, muffled by the bedding. She trembled. A swell of pleasure, for it could be called nothing else, blossomed between her legs. She clutched her muscles tight, not knowing what was happening. Oh, oh, she gasped again as her world tipped and her treacherous body demanded more. He soothed his hands over her bottom. Such a pretty ass. Another stinging slap landed across her sensitive flesh. She arched her back and let out a desperate-sounding moan. She rocked back, coming into contact with his hard thigh. Edward, please. A paralyzing pleasure took hold of her. She clenched her legs together.

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Not yet, Helene. Not until you know who is giving you pleasure. Do you understand? His hand slid up her thigh, inching closer to the place between her legs that was aching to be touched. One of his hands braced against her bottom. When his fingers caressed along the folds between her legs, she thought she might die of embarrassmentand pleasure. She whimpered with each stroke of his finger as he parted the flesh and dipped inside her sheath. She bit at her lips, trying to stop the rush of pleasure consuming her. A throbbing beat built between her legs. She was lost. It was nearly impossible to remember that Edward was doing this to her. She was having trouble remembering her own name. Helene, he whispered. Even his voice made her forget herself. Oh Edward. Edward. Music to my ears, darling. He flipped her over, killing whatever sensation he had started. Now. I want you to undress. He helped her from the bed, his strong hands at her waist. Numb, troubled, shockedshe stood on her trembling legs, assisted by Edward. She swayed with near dizzying want, but her hands reached for the buttons that kept her bound up. She kept her eyes firmly closed. She did not want to see the look on Edwards facethe satisfaction in his expression that he could so easily subdue her. After the buttons, the clasps at the front of her stays came undone. The buttons at her skirt. They fell as she loosened each piece of clothing. She stepped away when only her chemise and stockings remained. Edward took over, lifting the thin white batiste away from her. He licked his lips when she stood naked in front of him. She kept her gaze averted until he knelt in front of her. She glanced down at his broad back. The temptation to run her hands across the smooth hardness, to feel his body as he had felt hers, was nearly as vital as breathing. Except Edwards hands touched her thigh and tugged at the bow holding her stocking. He rolled the silk downward, his fingers caressing her skin, making her weaker, more pliant, more foolish. The other stocking followed. Until at last, Edward got his wish. She was naked to his all-seeing gaze and powerless to do anything but let him look his fill. He stood in front of her, dominating her. Her body touching his at certain pointsher breasts touching the hard expanse of his chest, one of her feet touching his, a knee, his fingertips, that long erection pressed to her belly. His hands touched her shoulders. He turned her toward the tub. Wash now.
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The water had cooled. She trembled as she stepped into the waiting water, but Edward turned one of the metal taps and warm water poured into the tub. I wish to help, he said, suddenly turning solicitous and kind. He knelt at the head of the tub, behind her, while she sank into the delicious warmth of the water. She could feel the heat of his breath, followed by a chaste kiss on her neck that caused her head to loll back, finding a resting place against Edwards shoulder. He plucked up the same bar of soap he had used. The scent tickled at her nose. Helene had never experienced such a keen loss of self before. She felt as if she floated on clouds and that nothing existed except Edward and his arousing touch. Then his hands, soapy and slick, caressed her breasts. She sighed in utter contentment. His hands mastered her body until she could do nothing but respond. He kneaded in slow, deep movements. Her nipples were tight under his palms. When his hands slid lower, she had no fight left to protest the intrusion between her legs. No, her thighs opened wider, giving him access. The sleepy pleasure built again as his fingers circled the secret nub and brushed over the sensitive folds. She gripped the side of the tub as one of his hands worked between her legs and the other caressed her breast. She moaned in answer, the sound further confirmation that she had no control. Edward, she said on a soft sigh. Languid, Helene had no strength left. She let him lift her from the tub and then he carried her, dripping, back to the bed. Her dream world held her enthralled. Edwards warm body lay beside her. He whispered in her ear, Put your hands to your breasts, Helene, and open your legs for me. She did, not even questioning his order. Her own hands started to knead the breasts that Edward had sensitized. Her fingers played with her hard nipples. Edward knelt between her legs, parting her thighs as he bent her legs. Let your legs fall open, Helene, he whispered. She did, forgetting that she should be embarrassed. Wider, he ordered. His hands gently assisted until she was fully spread. He lowered between her legs and opened his mouth over her. She thought that there couldnt be anything more right as the heatthe sweet sucking and his tongue laving between her legsfelt like nirvana itself. She arched her back and groaned. Edwards tongue circled the opening that was her essence. Her eyelids fluttered and her vision blurred. Tight aching started in the small of her back and she squirmed against the pleasurable onslaught. Edward, she said, gasping for air. The sound of his name only encouraged him as he redoubled his effort. Her fingers slid into his hair. Her knees squeezed against his broad shoulders. Edward, she screamed. She fell headlong, yet she soared. Her body wasnt her own as spasms radiated from her core, brightening her dreamworld and casting her into enchantment from which she did not want to escape.
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Edward had no choice but to ride in the morning. Another hour or two in the carriage might see an end to the matter. While Helene had fallen asleep last night within seconds of her orgasm, he had been tortured by an extreme erection that would not desist. It would have been easy to bed his wife, but there were enough doubts in his mind to prevent a complete loss of control. Instead, he had rubbed his shaft against the softness of her belly until he lost himself, spilling semen all over his sleeping wife and filling her sweet little bellybutton. This morning, Helene had pleaded sickness or some such womanly ailment. Problematic only in the fact he could not get his mind off her. Dora rode with her, which eased the enticement. As he crested the last hill leading to Glen Arbor, he felt the first moment of respite. He removed his hat and ran his fingers through his hair. He breathed deep. Fresh air filled his lungs. The smell of home had a way of soothing the most troubled soul. Hurrying home had not been part of his plan when hed married. Thwarting a rendezvous between his betrothed and Preston hadnt been on his agenda either. But then, what had gone right this year? He had had a hellish couple of months after hed killed his insane cousin. Redding was used to the regular kind of gossipbets on whom hed bedded, debates on whether hed really slept with his fathers betrothed, Anne VanLandingham, and whether he had spent the entirety of his immense fortune gambling and whoring. The newest scandals were all too troubling. He did not like having Bow Street at his home trying to piece together the actual truth of the killing. He owed that small favor to Anne since it was his cousin who had abducted her. Anne, who was now well beyond his reach, as if he ever had a chance with her in the first place. No, it wasnt love, but he had had an erection for her since the day he met her, which would now have to be satisfied with a wife who had no real interest in him, other than as a breeding stallion. He glanced at the approaching carriage. Recounting his indiscretions was a reminder that a wife was a good thing. Helene was a good personhe should know, hed avoided them most of his life. He was married. Why did that thought not bother him? He could not conjure any great or unmanageable consequences for such a hurried decision. That thought did bother him. The servants were gathering on the front steps. All of the irritations of the past few months drained away.

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It was right that he came home and it seemed right to start a new life with Helene at his ancestral mansion. But now that he was home, he had to address his grandmothers issues. When hed received a letter from his man of affairs saying that his grandmother had taken a turn for the worse, everything paled including the scheduled honeymoon. Since Teddy died, hed had to take special care of hershe had loved Teddy as much as Edward had. And if London and his life fell down around his ears, so be it. Mimi was, and had been for a number of years, his priority. Her last letter had all but begged for a grandchild. She had loved Teddy, even though he was not legitimate. When he had died three years ago, they had both taken it hard. Now he had Helene, and he wouldnt be too upset when she got with child. His decision to marry was more complicated then hed originally thought, but the truth was, he was also doing what was required for the earldom and meeting some deep longing that Mimi had for a grandchild. Grandmother had had too many traumas these past few years. He hoped the reality of a wife and the possibility of a grandchild would give Mimi something for which to live. And Mimi would box his ears for such a maudlin sentiment. He glanced back at the carriage, racing down the well-used road. What would she think of the rich expanse of yards, gardens and orchards? Or the vast lake and surrounding forest? He had already dismounted when the carriage came to a stop. Helenes wide-eyed gaze peered at him from the carriage window. Dora sat opposite her, nearly as popeyed as her mistress. As Helene descended the steps with his assistance, she glanced around, taking in the awe and grandeur of Glen Arbor. Welcome, Lady Redding. She didnt look ill. Perhaps it was the greasy bacon from the mornings breakfast that had upset her stomach. Its so much larger than I expected, she said. Wait until you see it up close. Edward believed he had the most nave wife in England, as she didnt even glance in his direction. She never reacted to his innuendo, which got him to thinking about the untried state of their marriage. What had Preston meant to her that she had been willing to elope with such ease, with her marriage to Redding less than twelve hours away? Was she nave enough to believe she would reach Scotland unscathed? Had she stepped out of the back gardens without an escort, she would have been ruined, no matter how innocent she looked with her wide eyes and long lashes. Oh, I cant wait. Its so grand! Thats what they all say, he muttered. Edwards gaze followed hers, glancing at the Palladian monument, a testimony to his great-grandfathers grandiosity. Edward did enjoy the breezy old mansion, but then hed grown up here, running the fields, swimming its lakes and riding everywhere else.
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I grew up here, he said, voicing his private thoughts, not sure why he wanted her to know this was his home, not just a palatial monument that was a testimony to someones grandiose. Helene glanced at him, smiling quickly, her head tilting to the left. Its lovely. Well, come along then. If we stand here much longer, well miss lunch. The majordomo, Donovan, along with footmen and several other house servants stood at the top of the two-tiered marble steps. My Lord? Donovan questioned, looking to him and then shooting a questioning glance at Helene. Lady Redding, may I present Mr. Donovan, the majordomo. Anything you need, just ask him. He can locate water in the desert and perform other sundry small miracles. And this is the rest of our staff. Donovans startled look turned into one of surprise. Lady Redding? Welcome to Glen Arbor. Helene murmured her thanks as the servants acknowledged her. Edward had only sent a message that he would arrive within a few days. He hadnt alerted the household about his acquisition of a wife. He wanted to tell Mimi himself. Thank you. Helene gripped Edwards arm, her neck craned to see the next sight as she peered through the doors into the house. Dora was bustling up the steps behind them. Edward hated leaving her to Donovan so soon, but he had to see to his grandmother. Perhaps you can see the countess to her room? Im sure she wouldnt mind freshening up and changing prior to our meal. My pleasure, he said before turning to Edward. My lord, I need to speak with you at your earliest convenience, he whispered. Edward nodded and Donovan, in his inscrutable manner, gushed over Edwards wife as he led her away. Right this way, Lady Redding. Once you are settled, I would be happy to show you around Glen Arbor. It is truly magnificent, not that Im biased at all. The King stayed here in 1754, right in the Earls room Donovans voice trailed off as the three of them moved up the stairs. Edward stood still, watching the sway of his wifes skirts as they reached the first level. The footmen were toting in trunks and boxes and followed along, tramping up the steps as if they lived in the barnyard. The carriage hauling Vincent, along with Doras husband, would be parked at the side entrance, but he saw no need to interfere in Donovans well-run household. His grandmother was on the opposite wing, with a room overlooking the hedge maze and large water fountain. In the past, she had enjoyed sitting near an open window to hear the tinkling sound of the water. Did she still?

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When he reached her door, he tapped lightly. Margaret Travers opened the door. Her brows rose at the sight of him. Lord Redding, do come in. Your grandmother was just talking about you. Shell be so pleased that you are here, she whispered. Edward slipped into the outer room, a boudoir of sorts, with a writing desk grandmother could no longer use, along with four dainty chairs that had always been too small for his frame. Consequently, he marched right into her bedroom. Mimi was propped up by several pillows, her wire-rimmed glasses daintily perched on her nose, the picture of bedridden elegance. He had no doubt Maggie still had to fetch her jewels each morning, even though there was no one for whom she could display them. Even now, she wore a sparkling set of earnings with a matching necklace that he did not recognize. Her hearing had worsened over the past few years. He stopped to stare at her. She read letters, several stacked on her bedside table, and in her hand, she held the sheet only a few inches from her nose. Miss Travers, I cant make out this word. I think Bertram is trying to tell me his stock took flight. Which doesnt make any sense at all, since I thought he was discussing a new horse. Maggie brushed around him. If I might, your ladyship. Maggie glanced at the letter and attempted her own rendition. Perhaps he means the horse ran like the wind? Cousin Bertram has always been a scatterbrain. You have a guest, Lady Redding. Mimi lowered the letter. Edward saw the quick emotion wash over her face. She held out her frail hands. Come, dear boy. You must tell me all the news. Edward strode quickly to the bedside, reaching for her. He bent, kissed each of the wrinkled hands in turn and then kissed her forehead. She was misty-eyed when he pulled away and he could only smile at her. You are not giving Maggie too much difficulty, he said as he sat down beside her. Tosh, Miss Travers must be the flightiest one yet. I dont know where we get our help. You must speak to Donovan. Dont listen to her, Lord Redding. She gets grumpier by the day. I think you need to let Mr. Donovan know Ill need additional wages if Im to stay a moment longer with such a taskmaster. And I came all the way from London for this, he said. Ill arrange for tea, Lord Redding. Thank you, Maggie. Dont forget the brown sugar. And I want the new Coalport china cups, his grandmother ordered. Yes, Lady Redding.

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I was under the impression you werent well. I return to find you giving orders with as much cheek as the last time I was home. Edward glanced at her face and the paper-thin skin covering her bony frame. The help always exaggerates. Why, if you werent here, Maggie would be off in some closet letting a footman take liberties. Encouraging him even. Maggie giggled, having worked for Grandmother for four years and knowing full well it was Grandmothers way or no way. My lord, if she wont tell you the truth of it, I most certainly will, Maggie said at the door. Out with you, Mimi said. She raised one of her hands and shooed her away. She fell, Maggie said. Shell tell you the rest now that the cat is out of the bag. Mimi Edward, now dont you start offering your opinions too. I wont be cooped up in this bed and left to die. What happened? Nothing. The doctor says Ill be on my feet in six weeks. Six weeks? I broke my ankle. She pointed toward her foot. Edward peeled back the blanket to see the stint binding her and the bruise that marred her bony foot and her knobby knee, visible on either side of the dressing. He clucked his tongue. Mimi, I swear I am going to hire a burly matron with hair on her upper lip to keep you from doing anything foolish. It wasnt foolish. I but wished to enjoy the outdoors and I misjudged my strength when I attempted the stairs. For the love of You know I have forbidden you to go unassisted down the stairs. Ill fire the lot of them if they cant keep an eye on one old woman. Mimi raised her brows, a sure sign she intended to disobey at the first opportunity. Describing her as old was never wise but she was and hadnt come to terms with her diminished capacity. Is that why you came home? To berate me? You might as well go back to your fancy London friends and leave me here to languish until I die. You wont miss me when I go. And therell be no one to keep you respectable either. Oh, Im afraid there will be. But never mind that. Im used to your wheedling ways, so die if you must, you just arent doing it by falling down the stairs. He glanced at her face and placed one of his large hands over her frail arm. Mimi, I dont want you to go. Now promise me youll take care of yourself. I just hate growing old, Edward. Its lonely. Feisty Mimi teared up, an indication of how serious things had been. Im me inside, but everyone sees a helpless, foolish old woman. Would a grandbaby make you feel less helpless and foolish?

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Mimi yanked an embroidered linen hanky from the sleeve of her dressing gown and pressed it against the corner of her eye. A baby? I brought someone home for you. Her name is Helene. And I fully intend that she will birth an entire houseful of Chases. You have a wife? Here? I do and shes most anxious to meet you. Edward hadnt even mentioned Mimi to Helene, but that wouldnt take any time at all. Everyone loved his grandmother, in spite of her subtle wheedling and outright manipulation. Helene wouldnt be any different, succumbing to Mimis charming eccentricities. In fact, he hoped they got on well, so that Helene wasnt reminded of her hatred for him. Well have babies again at Glen Arbor, she said, her voice cracking with the weight of long-suppressed emotion. It was nearly enough to make him weep. Youre happy with the news, Mimi? I must see her at once. Fetch Maggie. I must change into something more suitable and get rid of that death trap. Imperiously, she waved her hand toward her portable chair. No respectable dowager countess would be seen in that mobile experiment. Oh, and my jewels. The sapphires I think. She glanced at Edward. Well, what are you waiting for? Bring her in. Mimi, I should tell you, shes not exactly enamored of me. You see, I stole her out from under the nose of another man. Grandmother pursed her lips. Helene, is it? I dont care if you stole the Prince of Wales first-born daughter. Shes here and shes married to you. Youll have exactly one hour to have her in this room, but in the meantime, you can get busy making my grandchild. In case you arent aware, it doesnt take more than five minutes. Im sorry to disappoint, Mimi, but it will have to be tomorrow. My wife has been traveling for two days and Im sure she is not at her best. Well then, she needs a better ladys maid. Maggie could have me ready for the Queen with an hours notice. Then it will take that much longer for her to prepare to see my grandmother. Mimi glowed, shrugged her delicate shoulders and proceeded to wring out every bit of ton information from his memory. Then she said, Now what is it you havent told me about your cousin Garnettes death.

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Helene admired the subtle beauty of her new room. She was very fond of the color red and, while the room itself was white, it was embellished with touches of dazzling red throughoutfrom the brocade in the chairs to the velvet curtains and the throw pillows on her bed. The additional light touches of gold and black made it all look very sumptuous. She was going to feel right at home when her things were unpacked.
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Her home. Donovan chattered behind her, but it gave her a few moments to think about the significance of her marriage to Redding. All those lessons she had learned, the etiquette and manners, would now be put to the test as Reddings countess. She did not want to fail. Let me show you the new bathing alcove. Helene followed Mr. Donovan. The small chamber reminded her of the inn she and Redding had stayed at last night. The tub and tubing was similar. She skimmed her fingers across the back of the copper tub. The earl had them installed two years ago. At your slightest whim, you need only to turn these knobs and you will have warm water in abundance. Even in London, Ive not seen such technical marvels, she said, still amazed that water could be had on an upper floor and that it was hot and required nothing more than tubing and a turn valve. Perhaps the Grosvenor Square mansions were so advanced, but not at her papas. How is it done? she asked. Oh, youd have to ask the earl. He designed it. Edward? Hes an engineer. Educated at Lcole Polytechnique in Paris. I believe if you get him in the right mood, with perhaps a bottle of Madeira, you could persuade him to explain how the Romans built their aqueducts. But I would caution you, the details are very dry. You might want a drink and a warm fire to sit though it all. Helene laughed. Ill keep that in mind. Will that be all, Lady Redding? Thank you. She bit at her lips, unused to the new servants and ordering them about freely. Her servants. Not her papas. Will you send someone when it is time to dine? Im afraid I might lose myself if left to my own devices. Certainly, he said and then bowed before his departure. Oh, Mr. Donovan? Will you arrange time with the cook to review the meals? And of course, a tour of the house and time to meet the rest of the servants? Or perhaps Lord Redding has already arranged it? Im sure he hasnt given it a thought, as he was anxious to see Mimi, but it will all be taken care of. He turned on his heel and left. Mimi? Once the door closed, Helene faced Dora. I must have a bath. Now that it was just her and Dora she stretched, trying to relieve the tension in her lower back. At least she would be able to avoid any of the earls unwanted attentions. And how are you feeling? Its a mite uncomfortable traveling when your courses arrive. Helene pinkened. It seemed since her marriage, no subject was taboo. Yes, it is. And I think I would like to take more powders. And something to drink, she said.

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Let me undress you and Ill fetch an ale to wash it down. Helenes travel gown was removed until she was left with her shift, but she shooed Dora away so she could take care of her private needs. Dora fiddled with the jars lined up on the shelf where the towels were stored and then she emptied crystals in the hot water before she turned the water off and then left the room. Helene stared at the sight of the steam coming off the water. She had never had a full bath two nights in a row. Normally she used the hip bath, as it was too much labor for her fathers servants toting buckets of water from the kitchen to the upper rooms. She stepped in the tub and lowered her body underneath the very hot, sudsy water. Dora had scented the bath with some herbal concoction that Helene couldnt identify. The heat soothed the discomfort of her monthly. She glanced around the alcove, trying to imagine such ingenuity. Edward did this? She chuckled as she ran her hand along the smooth copper. The handles were on her left side and didnt allow her to prop both hands up. Maybe Edward could move the handles near her feet. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes, enjoying the incredible decadence and thinking of all the things for which she might forgive him because of this singular luxury. As she soaked, she thought about the magnificence of Glen Arbor. Why, there must be hundreds of spots to set up her easel and paint. In exchange for a wedding gift, she had wheedled her father into purchasing more paint from her favorite shop near Charing Cross. She had planned to draw her way across Europe while on their wedding tour. Shed packed five sketchpads. Those she could use anywhere. She suspected she would need her painting to relieve the tedium of the days at Glen Arbor. Until the help thought of her as the countess, she would probably be left to her own devices. Too many changes all at once would set the household on edge. But she had watched her mama for years as she directed their household. Granted, the Cosgrove home was nothing compared to this grandeur. Baron Prestons home would have been much simpler and perhaps more to her taste. She felt like a bumpkin in Edwards world. He was urbane and handsome, sly and sensual. He had kept her on edge since hed caught her trying to flee with Alexander. Her eyes misted as she thought of him. Their planned midnight escape seemed so futile and foolish now. She, who walked and talked duty! She had always believed she was a woman a man could appreciate. Until Edward burst into her life. He wasnt like normal men. Having escaped his presence even temporarily gave her time to think about last night. What he had done to her still set her heart racing and her mind spinning. To say nothing of what he did to her body.

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Never had she imagined or heard of any such wickedness. Such delicious wickedness. He had described the act as vulgar. Yes, it was, until one actually had such a man as Redding between their legs and then it was the most natural, perfect and desirable thing in the world. And God help her, she wanted more.

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Edward rarely disobeyed his grandmother. Call it a habit of youth. So the order to bed his wife had a definite lascivious appeal he would gladly have followed, but at the moment Donovan was waving frantically at him from the bottom of the staircase. And the time for fucking himself senseless with his new wife had to be right. Edward clipped down the steps and preceded Donovan into the library. Donovan then shut the door behind them, but not before glancing to each side. Edward made his way across the room decorated with his fathers Napoleonic regalia and spoils of war before he seated himself at the large oak desk that had belonged to the first Duke of Suffolk. Or so his grandfather claimed. What grand secret must you impart that it requires checking behind every curtain? Shes back. Edward fingered through the stack of correspondence that Donovan had placed on the desk. Whos back, Donovan? Or is my frantic guessing and your wild gesticulating a part of the game? While extremely competent, Donovan was also extremely excitable and, once he began talking, it was near impossible to slow his speech. Her. A sharp pain hit him in the chest. There was only one her. He rescinded that. There were probably myriad women like her, there was just only one her who had made his life particularly painful over the past ten years. Viviana. Shes here? At the dower house. Im sorry, my lord. She insisted that you approved her stay, and I could hardly bodily remove a lady. Even if it is Miss Love. And all things considered, I thought it best you handle this directly as Ive never manhandled a lady with such a fine Shes no lady. Shes an opera singer, Donovan. Of course you could have bodily removed her. I told her never to set foot at Glen Arbor again. And I paid her, as you will recall. Donovan looked down and hit the toe of his boot against a chair. You know how convincing she can be, my lord. One look and she has men swooning at her feet. Not me, of course. Im wise to her game.

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What? Did she try to seduce you like she did half of the footmen? No. Well then? She said she had no money. Shed failed to secure a summer job with one of the traveling singing troupes that are so popular. I did feel a bit sorry for her, but I tried to rein in the ungentlemanly urge to toss her out on her arse, pardon my saying so, sir, but then got to thinking she was a lady in trouble. Youve got that wrong. Shes not a lady in trouble. She is trouble. Edward pinched the bridge of his nose, knowing he had to get rid of her. She might have been Teddys mother, but their relationship had ended long before Teddy had died. Viv had come back twice in the last ten years, both times needing money, which he had, sad to say, given her. Perhaps he only encouraged her return. Inevitably, she used his guilt against him, plying that emotion as if it were fresh butter on hot bread. Winning over Helene was going to be difficult enough without his former mistressthe mother of his only child, opera singer and all-around bitchinsinuating herself in their lives. He wondered how much money it would take to send her on her waya third time. He leaned back in his chair, gripping the cushioned arms. How long has she been here? he asked. Four days. I tried persuasion, even offered her money, thinking you would agree of course. I would have sent a note, but I had already received yours saying you would arrive forthwith. And she was so insistent. You know how she can be. If I had any inkling she would just make herself at home, well I Had I known you were bringing a wife He lifted his hand. Stop now before my ears bleed. Has she asked for money yet? Not directly, no. Other than what I offered her. Which is what I thought you would have done had you been here. Of course, if I was mistaken I apologize, but it seemed prudent that she depart, knowing how irritated you were the last time Miss Love was in residence. Donovan. Again my offer was most reasonable. Donovan, he said forcefully. Donovan finally shut his trap. What was the offer? A hundred pounds and I thought that generous. Does Mimi know shes here? No. All right. The damage is minimal. Ill try to have her out of here by nuncheon tomorrow. He did not need Vivianas kind of trouble. Not when he was in hot pursuit of his wife and about to discover her secret charms. A real mistress would come later on, when he grew bored. Given his previous penchant for lovers, hed give Helene

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seven months and four days to bore him to tears. He grimaced. A baby might shorten up that period so hed better get to the fucking while the sun shined. Edwards stomach growled. He ran a hand through his hair, wondering what Helene was doing at the moment. Hed rather be sparring with her than addressing the needs of an irrational, temperamental former mistress. Donovan, find out when our meal will be ready. And if you value your position, do not let my wife venture toward the lake under any circumstance. Send a note to Viviana informing her that we will talkat the dower housefirst thing in the morning. Yes, my lord. Will that be all? Edward nodded. He knew what Mimis reaction would be and he valued her health too much to reveal any information to her. Helene might profess hatred for him, but that could become very real. No woman of his acquaintance would ever tolerate a former mistress being housed so near. And one of Vivianas character? Never. It would be a cold day in hell before he allowed Viviana to have her way again. Hed always thought he was too smart and too in control to get a bastard on an opera singer but there was no denying the boy was his. He had the Chase birthmark right at his hipbone. Thankfully, the babe wasnt a girl or Edward would always have wondered, and with Vivianas manipulations, he would have ended up supporting the babe along with the three or four other dupes she could convince had an, er, spoon in the pot. Edward stormed out of the room, angry that he had to deal with this when he wanted to devote his entire effort to conquering his wife sexually. He had envisioned rapturous nights of prolonged lovemaking. Even now he imagined Helene fully naked and submissive to his demands. That she had no affection for him made his desires all the more wicked. And oddly arousing. He glanced up and watched Dora climb the stairs carrying a jug of ale. He quickly joined the single-woman procession and found himself outside Helenes door. He placed a finger against his lips. Dora smiled, playing at his conspiracy for a price. She had confirmed to him Helenes unwise decision to elope and Edward had rewarded her handsomely for the information. It had been a wise investment, leading to his conclusion that Helene was much better off with him than Baron Preston. And earlier today, Dora had whispered to him that most welcome newsHelene had started her monthly. He could start counting the days until his honeymoon began in earnest. Dora obviously cared for Helene, and he could appreciate that her ladys maid had the sense to guard Helenes reputation when she did not. Anyhow, a few pounds had purchased her brief allegiance, though Edward had no doubt he could lose his temporary exalted status in a heartbeat were he to do something truly despicable, like shelter a former mistress at Glen Arbor. He followed Dora into the room. Im back, she trilled, heading toward the bathing alcove.
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Oh good. This is really wonderful, Dora. I think Im going to enjoy this every day for the rest of my life. Edward smiled to himself. He had been thinking of his own comfort when hed had the boilers and the second-floor hot water installed. It had been easier on everyone. Helenes enjoyment was particularly satisfying and might lead to kind concessions later. Heres those powders you wanted, but first let me pour you a draught of this cool ale. I had a wee nip in the kitchen and I dont mind tellin you, its very good. Edward tiptoed toward the private chamber and glanced in. She was reclined in the tub with her eyes closed, an expression of pure bliss on her face until she was offered the drink. She sat up with a splash. Dora stood between him and her line of sight while she handed over the powders and ale. Will you need anything else? No. I just want to lie down. Would you be a dear and inform Lord Redding that I wont be joining him to dine after all? Oh, you can tell him yourself. Hes right behind me. Helene squeaked. A splash of water shot in the air. Edward thought that was his sign to approach as she was no doubt cowering under the fortress-like protection of the soap bubbles. Lady Redding, he said. He used his foot to hook a bathing stool, which he scooted toward her. You may go, Dora. I think Lady Redding will be indisposed for the foreseeable future. No, I was just finishing. Dora, please stay. You may go, my lord. Ive decided to rest in my chambers after the trying journey. She leaned forward, wrapped her arms around her knees, but refused to look up at him. He propped a foot on the stool and braced his arm, gazing at her. You are not well enough to dine with me? Out of the corner of his eye, he noted that Dora had slipped away. Noits just the travel. Im tired, that is all. Thats all? This morning you were ill? Are you still? No. Well then, a tray perhaps? I could have cook prepare a nice meal for the two of us. It is our honeymoon, after all. Thats not necessary, but thank you for your consideration. He lowered himself onto the three-legged stool that was too small for his large body, his legs spread wide to accommodate the odd height of the stool and the nearness of the tub. He stuck his hand in the water and she flinched. Its cooled down. Would you not like to refresh your water? Hot water is very soothing, I hear.

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No, what I would like is privacy. And as I just mentioned, I am finishing up. Helene, there will be very little of that in the coming weeks. I suggest you acclimate to the situation rather than fight against it. She finally turned to him, her jaw clenched. Must you always insist on having your way? I but ask for privacy. In fact, I demand it. I would suggest you, sir, acquaint yourself with your wife. I cannot be available every moment to satisfy your whims. Her skin gleamed from the heat and water. She carefully kept her breasts covered, as if that did anything to dampen his mood or his imagination. I think husbandly whims fall under the wifely duty category. You are impossible. Impossible, no. Insistent, yes. Now Im ravenous and I intend to intrude further on your wifely sensibilities. I think I shall have cook prepare ham, garden peas and new potatoes, perhaps some asparagus in butter. He glanced away as if he were thinking on the spur of the moment when in fact Helenes mother and Dora had provided all the necessary details for appearing the solicitous, doting husband. He knew her favorite meals. She preferred cats over dogs and a kitten any day. She painted. She preferred the opera over a play. Serious better than humorous. He reasoned that simple things were easier to accomplish than opening the coffers to his bride, though he wasnt above that. For now, it was about winning her goodwill. If he had to make an effort with his wife, the end result would be one that would favor him. In fact, if all went according to plan, Helene was going to adore him. He found he didnt like being second best. He didnt like a beautiful woman to turn her face from him, but he did like a challenge. Yes, definitely asparagus. Oh, and to finish our simple meal, shortcake covered in strawberries and cream. The stout cook working in the kitchen wasnt going to be too pleased with his sudden amendment to the menu. Neither would Mimi, if she caught wind of it. If a man were going to a duel, it was best to have all the ammunition. And a sharpwitted wife made a surprisingly satisfactory opponent. Helene licked her lips. Really, Im not I will deliver it to your bed if you wish, but we will dine together. I get indigestion when I eat alone. For the life of him, he didnt know why he was trying so hard. He had every right to throw her on the bed and stuff her full of his cock. Had she not declared her grand passion for Preston, Edward suspected that the deflowering would have been rather anticlimactic for him. Not unlike Helenes claims of duty. Now he had something to prove. And in four or five days, hed get the opportunity to indulge his lust with a woman who wouldnt say no, but would certainly want to.

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Chapter Six
Helene had no idea that marriage meant a complete lack of privacy. In fact, it was nothing like the idealized concept of home and family her mother had instilled in her through years of practiced social graces that steered her along the course toward a noble marriage. And shed arrived a spectacular failureunprepared, uncertain. She knew what to do as a respectable wife, she just didnt know what to do with the man to whom she was married. She woke very early feeling refreshed. Last night, after shed finally gotten rid of her husband without any further embarrassment, shed curled up in bed with several fluffy pillows surrounding her along with pleasantly soft blankets that were neither too hot nor too cold. The meal had been much too extravagant and he had made her eat a second helping of shortcake and strawberries, though she didnt mind so very much. Her only intention had been to nap, but shed slept through the early evening hours and into the morning, waking at the first hint of dawns light. Her sketchbooks, watercolors, paints, brushes and easels were stacked in a corner of her room in three trunks. Her clothing fit in just two others. Last night, she had not even heard the servants bring up her trunks and whatnots. It was too early to breakfast and too early to wake Dora, so she dressed in a simple blue muslin dress and tied her hair back with a light-blue silk ribbon. She found the matching bonnet and a parasol. No one would miss her over the next several hours, everyone assuming she was still tucked away in the sumptuous bed. It would be relaxing to be out from under Reddings overwhelming presence for a few hours. Morning light was difficult to paint in, and since she wasnt familiar with Glen Arbors many secret places, she opted for her sketchpads and charcoal. The household was just stirring, but she was able to slip out quietly. Upon her arrival yesterday, the lake was on her left, so she went right, down a narrow, cobbled path until it turned into a well-worn dirt trail. She mustnt go far or lose sight of the main house. Besides, she needed to be back in time to break the fast and start her wifely responsibilities at Glen Arbor. And in her tiredness, she had forgotten to question Redding about his Mimi. There were a hundred possibilities and she was quite willing to jump to any number of conclusions based on Reddings character alone. Still she owed it to her husband to at least ask.
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As she walked, she counted the days since her marriage. Shed been married for four days, was still a virgin and was about to embark on a morning jaunt without explaining herself to anyone. She giggled. If this was to be her married life, it pleased her very well. For the first time in her life, she realized what freedom wasbeing in charge of her own household, able to do as she pleased, when it pleased herand if she guessed correctly, Lord Redding would be perfectly happy to leave her in peace once he got what he wanted. He could return to his debaucheries with no objection from her. She would help him pack. The air in her lungs burned with the crisp scent of pine and the brace of cool morning newness, not something she was familiar with, living in London nearly every day of her life. Helene climbed a rounded hill and located a comfortable spot near three large oak trees. She could see the lake, though the near shore was blocked by a full stand of trees. On the other side, she could see the shoreline and the reflection of more trees on the glassy, still waters. She would find her way to the waters edge another day. The large mansion was behind her, the flat rooftop and the ornamental railing that ran along the edge of the roof clearly visible. She sat cross-legged in the grass. It was still damp with dew, but she paid it no mind. She flipped open her tablet and grabbed a charcoal. A fervent desire to capture Alexanders likeness burned in her fingertips. She wanted to remember him, even if she never saw him again. The blunt tip of the darkened charcoal sped across the page, seemingly of its own accord, her fingers remembering the broadness of his shoulders, the simple knot in his cravat. She worked upward, saving the facial features for last. She started on his chin. No, thats not right. She grabbed her eraser and the smudges disappeared in a wink. She closed her eyes. A face, the wrong face, came into focus. She hugged her knees, the sketchpad in between her legs and her body. She lowered her head. Alexander, where are you? There! A glimpse of him as they danced at the Foresters. Before she could set the charcoal to paper, the image was gone. She did love him. She did! So why couldnt she see his face without trying? Why could she conjure Lord Reddings expressions unbidden and unwelcome? Helene flipped the page and started another drawing. The lake, trees and surrounding landscape came into focus as she worked from the middle of the drawing outward. She bit at her lip as her fingers moved over the page and the eraser came out in quick swipes to correct the perceived imperfections.

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Reddings kisses teased at the back of her mind. The light wind whispered against her neck, stirring memories of his attentions in their room at the inn. She turned another page. The image of a careless, sensual Redding lounging inside their carriage. The dissolute, slovenly earl as he leaned against the comfortable squabs. She rearranged the notebook and took out another, thicker charcoal pencil to enhance the image. The drawings were rough. She usually left the uninspired ones alone, discarding them later when she realized she had no desire to finish them. Others, like this one of Redding, she would keep and enhance, if only to remind her of all his wickedness. And in the clarity of the moment, she realized that man was her husband. She fought back a moment of breathlessness and tried to replace thoughts of her husband with that of her art. Selling one of her works had been her only fantasy. She had crated up her paintings at home after being repeatedly rejected as amateurish. Someday she would send for them. Perhaps time and distance would reveal to her the subtle weaknesses that others saw in her art. She had all but begged her father to allow her to train under a master. Hed said no, instead relying on her governess to teach her the basics. It was her governess whod first said she had talent. And Alexander who had assured her that she was nearing brilliance. But could one really trust a friend or a hired servant when it came to the value and quality of art? No. But she had her own instincts to guide her. Hoofbeats sounded to her left and she watched as her husband, riding a monstrous horse, flew along the path she had taken, only to turn into the woods and disappear. It was then she noticed a lake home nestled into the bucolic setting of trees and water. He reappeared in front of the half-hidden house. His horse came to a sudden and hard stop. He dismounted and glanced toward the door. Helene stared. The door burst open and a woman ran out. She wore nothing more than the morning sunshine. Helene blinked and craned her neck. A naked woman? Helene laughed then clamped her fingertips over her mouth. She stopped laughing when the woman threw herself into her husbands arms. His hands went around her waist. Swiftly, he clutched her hand and pulled her inside the house. Helene had nearly crushed her sketchpad. She lowered her head for a moment. The burning pain in the pit of her stomach had nothing to do with Reddings betrayal. Nothing at all. Well, what did you expect, Helene? she asked aloud. Helene bent over her sketchpad, determined to block out the sight of her husband and his sin. She gripped the charcoal and began to draw with single-minded determination. Art would always be her solace, more so now that Redding was her husband.

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When Redding didnt immediately come out of the house, Helene thought about marching down the hill to confront him. Why give her husband the opportunity to extricate himself from the arms of his lover? Why not burst in and catch him in the act? She shook her head. Such an act would only make her look foolish and worse, it would imply that she cared. Instead, she packed up her things. The march down the hill and through the trees had given her enough time to compose her thoughts. Redding was a scoundrel through and through. Best she remember or at some time in the not too distant future he would rip her heart out.

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Have you no sense of propriety? Redding demanded when the door shut behind them. No, and neither do you. Find your clothes. Eddie, you know you want me. Viviana was covered in nothing but her red hair. Her fingers slid along the front of his trousers, searching for an erection that shouldnt be there but was. Hed never professed to be an angel or a monk, while being a man came to him quite naturally. That was very difficult to explain to women. Impossible to explain to wives. He clutched her wrist to stop any further intrusions upon his person. What the hell are you doing here? I paid you to go away. I bought you a home in London. She wrinkled her nose. But the money ran out and you werent there, so why should I stay? She wrapped her arm around his neck and pressed her breasts against his chest. While your lips are still moving, why dont you put them to good use and kiss me. Will you stop? Youre not trying very hard, Eddie. She had his cock in her hand again. Such a masculine display. If only this little man wasnt so fond of telling the truth. Now what are you waiting for? Redding attempted to thwart her search and set her aside. Viviana slipped from his grasp, easy enough to do when there was nothing but soft flesh filling his palms. She settled on a tufted, brocade settee near the unused fireplace, lifting one leg and leaving her other foot propped against the floor. In addition to the display of her breasts, he now had a view of the flaming red thatch between her legs and her pink sheath. He scanned the room until his gaze settled on a tapestry with a mural of hunting stags. He took the few steps to the wall and yanked it from its moorings, causing a sudden stir of hidden filth. With a quick toss, he covered Viviana to her ankles.

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She coughed as the cloud of dust and the ancient tapestry settled over her. Lud, Redding, are you trying to choke me? Tempting. Now sit your deceitful little ass up so I can look you in the eye. She huffed, flung the tapestry aside and proceeded to a side table containing his liquor. Youre no fun. What would you like, Eddie? Scottish whiskey? Brandy? Its only nine in the morning. Surely you havent been to bed yet? Oh, but I forget, you country noblemen like to be up with the chickens. Redding clenched his teeth. Was he a complete hypocrite that he could detest Viviana so thoroughly but be so thoroughly aroused by her naked nearness? She lacked any shame, using her body for business and pleasure and anything else that came to her cunning little mind. Why are you here? Ask me a third time and Ill show you. She carried her drink back to the couch and lounged, still unmindful of her state of undress. She flipped the wild red hair off her shoulders, ran her tongue along her lower lip. She stared at him from the tip of his boots to the ends of his hair. You look good, Redding. Im not fucking you. Youre not staying. And if you arent gone by this afternoon, I will have you hauled bare-ass naked back to London in the back of a hay cart. Lud, you have lost all your sense of adventure. Why not a quick poke to ease your mood? I can always tell when you need a woman. And voil, here I am. Donovan says you need money. How much? Her eyes rolled up quickly and she pursed her lips. Redding knew she calculated two thingshow much she could get, and if there was any way to get more. Oh Redding, if you knew how difficult it is to earn money singing. Always worrying about the next diva to usurp me, whether the company will make money. So many uncertainties. She sipped at her drink. He sighed and tilted his head back. At least the talk of money was sufficient to deflate his disobedient cock. When he faced her again, he realized how very much he no longer liked redheads. Somehow he had gotten the youthful impression that wild redheads were all he wanted. Helenes golden hair shimmered with the promise of eternal warmth. Vivanas red was a guarantee that a man would get burnt. I miss Teddy, she murmured into her glass before swallowing back her drink. I will pay you to go away, Viv, but dont bring Teddy into this. He was as much my son as he was yours, she snapped. You gave birth. That is all. Dont claim you have any maternal instincts at this point.

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Hed taken Teddy from her when the boy was six months old. Taken in the sense that Viv handed over his son upon receipt of suitable payment. That was after she had blackmailed, cajoled and lied about Teddy to him and several other men. In a fit of motherly bereavement, she had determined to follow them to Glen Arbor. Naturally, it didnt last, but shed left her mark for several months afterward. Teddy never got a mother as a result of her residence, in spite of her insistent demands that she be with her son. Shed stayed in the dower house back then too. We could negotiate all day. Just tell me how much and be done with it. Ten thousand pounds. Edward laughed and pushed up out of the chair. Her eyes widened. Where are you going? To get the hay cart. Redding, do be civil. We are negotiating, are we not? Negotiating, yes. Extorting, no. You werent at the opera once last season, darling. I missed you there, as did all of the girls. Edward walked to the side table and fixed his own drink. Another, please, she said, draping her arm over the back of the couch and shaking her empty glass. When she saw he was going to fulfill her request, she smiled slyly. Brandy. He handed her the glass and resumed his place. Two hundred and fifty pounds per annum, for the next five years. A mere pittance. And I the mother of your only child. So it was going to come down to Teddy. Shed scheduled her reappearance at a time when he was over the worst hurt of losing his son, but not so long as to forget the joys hed brought, in spite of being Vivs child. Ill have other children, he said coldly. Helene would be the mother Viv was not. He would have legitimate, respectable sons and beautiful blonde daughters who would not be subject to the caprice of fate that would have fallen on Teddys shoulders as the bastard son of an earl, had he lived. I wont have my voice forever, Redding. I need some security. Why dont you find a lover? Im sure the right man would be willing to shower you with jewels and coin. You have always been the right man. It can be like old times again. Just us. She sauntered toward him and knelt in from of him, running her hands down his thighs. Im afraid not.

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You dont have a mistress. I know what pleases you. Think of all the incredible bliss we had when we were together. She leaned back, her breasts jutting forward just at the moment she uttered the word bliss. Hed seen this show before. He nearly smiled, feeling a singular joy at being the one to impart the news of his marriage. Perhaps she hadnt heard. In fact, he would make a bet on it. As tempting as that sounds, Im going to pass. Her mouth and breasts were temptingly close. He leaned forward to whisper those piercing words in her ear. Viv? Yes, darling. Im married.

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Redding hauled himself into the saddle, directing his horse toward the main house. He still smiled like a fiend and couldnt remember the last time hed bested Viviana. True to her nature, shed flown into a fit, flinging assorted names and deriding his nature most thoroughly. Hed smiled throughout her tirade, which only enlivened her already enflamed sense of indignation. He knew she was outraged when she grabbed a heavy robe, stuffed her arms in the sleeves without thought to the delicate stitchery and then launched herself onto the settee and burst into tears. Truly, she would have been an excellent stage actress rather than a singer. Vivianas dramatics couldnt be countered with logic so he didnt try. Hed waited until the theatrics had subsided before he informed her shed be leaving sometime tomorrow. Hed let his money talk once she calmed down. A purse full of coin would go a long way to getting her gone. He had a moment of regret that he hadnt resolved the matter with her today, but he had every confidence that she could be sent away with only a modest sum. The trick would be to keep her away, as he had no desire to see her on his doorstep every few years when things went wrong. Ahead, he noticed a woman walking along the road. When he realized that it was his wife, his smile returned. He kicked his horse lightly and they trotted up alongside of her. The horse snorted near Helenes arm. She didnt even glance in his direction. She carried a good-sized notepad and a parasol. A box was tucked under her arm. Helene enjoyed some artistic talent that seemed to be a point of contention between her and her family, if he understood her mother correctly. Good morning, Lady Redding. Youre about early. I might say the same of you.

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Estate business, he said. Of course, she said. Her tone was clipped. She walked as briskly as her bundle allowed. His irrepressible mood of a few moments ago vanished when he realized the direction from which she walked. Glancing over his shoulder, he calculated the likelihood of her knowing what he had been up to with Viviana. Not that he should feel guilty. This was his estate and he was trying to correct a wrong before it got out of hand. Donovan had been charged with keeping Lady Redding near the house. Hed restate that demand again. The two women were not going to meet. Youve been out walking this morning? Did you enjoy the view from the lake? I didnt get that far. I realized I was hungry and turned back. You neednt concern yourself. I was quite safe. He eyed her for a minute before he accepted her statement. You slept well last night? Like the proverbial dead. I must compliment you on the cleverness of the bath. So far, it has been the most welcoming thing at Glen Arbor. Redding glanced down at her. Her bonnet hung down her back, the ribbons secure at her throat. Flyaway strands of her hair fluffed around her head like dandelion silks. She was perfect city manners in the way she walked and talked. He had hoped the country air would relax her. She jostled her belongings. He urged his horse ahead of her and then stopped to dismount. She attempted to walk around him but he gripped her elbow, preventing her escape. Let me help you. I can manage. She twisted. Her parasol and sketchpad landed in the dirt. The box lay open, the pencils and whatnots scattered in the dirt. Her intake of breath was audible and spoke to her complete chagrin. She stood for a moment with her eyes closed and then bent to retrieve her items. Redding gripped her upper arms and then without a word, hoisted her into his saddle. She gasped and grabbed for the saddle horn. His horse stood stock-still. What are you doing, sir? Attempting to be a gentleman, if you would but cooperate. Redding bent to retrieve her things. Each pencil was returned to the case. He batted the parasol against his leg to shake off any remaining dirt and lastly plucked up the sketchbook. He didnt dare glance inside for fear of her reaction. Hed mistakenly believed he had made progress with her the past few days. Ill take those, she said, holding out one hand while the other held firmly to the horn, anchoring her to safety.
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Ill do it, he said, a bit more harshly than he intended. With his free hand, he reached for the leather reins dangling from the horses bridle. He clucked his tongue and the horse eased into a lope alongside him. Helenes eyes widened at the sudden movement, forgetting all about her sketchbook and pencils. Staying seated was more important than retrieving her things, if he interpreted her fearful posture correctly. He remembered why he had always enjoyed his lifestylethat is, up until four days ago. His actions were his own, there was no one to appease and he never had to feel guilty about thoughts or deeds. He could feel the heat of her glare burning into the side of his neck. Her anger practically reached out and touched him. Yethe didnt want her to believe he was the shallow fool she thought him. He blamed it all on his competitive nature. Baron Preston wasnt as wealthy and was of lesser birth. Still Preston had commanded all of Helenes devotion and attention. It should not be so difficult for him to accomplish the same thing. Redding would go to his grave before he admitted that stealing Helene was, in part, a rivals need to best his opponent. After all, Preston had gotten Anne VanLandingham. Helene seemed unwilling to acknowledge him until she asked, Tell me about Mimi. He glanced at her, surprised. You know about Mimi? Indeed. Donovan told me all about her. Ill introduce you after breakfast. Why not introduce me now? Mimi is a bear before noon. I would have introduced you last night, but you were tired. Shes a stickler. I knew youd want to be at your best. Youre too kind. He peered at her again. She wore a frown that caused her forehead to crease. Dont worry. She is anxious to meet you. Shes always wanted me to marry, but truthfully, I think she will be a little jealous to have to share me with someone new. I wouldnt dream of disappointing her. Youll like her. Up until a few years ago, she was one of the grandest ladies of London. Perhaps you met her? Im sure I would remember. The horse snorted again and shook its head, the bridle jingling. I should have told you, shes the reason why we are at Glen Arbor. She nodded. He thought he heard some hum of acknowledgement. Why hadnt he told Helene to begin with? Hed let her stew about the reasons they were foregoing the continental tour. Had he explained the real reason, he might have constructed some sort of foundation for them to build upon. Demonizing Preston had become more important than attempting to encourage some rapport with his wife.

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Someone should have told him that marrying a woman already in love with another man wouldnt win said womans regard. Hed believed for far too long that a woman marrying into his title would be grateful. They rounded a bend in the path and the outbuildings came into view. At the barn, a stable boy rushed out and took the reins from Redding while he set Helenes things aside. He, in turn, stepped close to the horse and reached up to retrieve his wife. Her hands still gripped the saddle horn, defying gravity to move her. Just let go. Ive got you. I dont know how. Ive never been on a horse before. Never? Her knuckles were near white from the grip she had on the leather horn. Never, she said. Redding smiled up at her. I wont drop you. Put your hands to my shoulders. One at a time. He placed one of his hands over hers and gently pried her fingers loose. He encouraged her by lifting one hand away and setting it to his arm. Her fingers dug into the cloth of his jacket. Now the other hand, he said. When Helene braced herself with fistfuls of his jacket, he encircled her small waist and lifted her quickly from the saddle, allowing her to slide down his body until her feet touched the ground. He didnt let her go. Helene glanced up at him, her eyes wide with some unknown panic. The rise and fall of her chest caused Redding to glance first at her open mouth and then downward. She had loosened three buttons and he glimpsed the swell of her breasts. His hands tightened at her waist. Did Preston think you were beautiful? he asked. Stupidly. I-I dont know. He never said? No, I He thought I was a good person. Kind. And are you? She wet her lips and then pressed them together. Redding tilted his head. Her eyes went wide. Close your eyes, Helene. Pretend it is someone other than me kissing you. He touched his lips to hers, gently at first. She was compliant but unresponsive. The rapid inhalation of her breath told him all he needed to know. He pressed forward, tightening his hands about her waist and insisting she come closer. Her breasts touched his chest. He eased his hand lower, cupping the rounded peach of her ass. With a simple nudge, he encouraged her response. He felt her lips open as she gasped and he caressed her lower lip with his tongue. One of her small hands still gripped at his jacket, bunching the material in her hand as she sought a stable hold.
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He glanced at her. Indeed, her eyes were clenched tight. Little puffs of air escaped through her moist lips. On the off chance she was still dreaming of that asshole Preston, Redding thought it best to stake his claim once and for all. He freed his hands and cupped her face, tilting her head. He proceeded to ravish her mouth with his lips and tongue until she pulled away, gasping. Lord Redding. Please. Breathless words, meant only to stop him for the moment. He still held her in the palm of his hands. Helene, soon Im going to be inside your body. That desperate sense of wonder filling you right now? Well, its going to be much, much worse when you feel me slide deep between your legs. Soon. Not yet, but soon. I want you to think about it every moment of every day until then. And when I come to you, you will welcome me with open arms. He stepped away from her, leaving her standing limp-armed and weak-kneed in the middle of the stableyardor he wasnt Lord Redding. He had to turn her toward the house. Go. Get cleaned up. Its time you meet Mimi. She walked in a near daze but once she made it to the house, he turned away. The parasol and her art supplies were still where he had set them. Curious about her talent, he flipped open the sketchbook.

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Chapter Seven
Redding lowered his backside into the comfort of his library chair. He reached for Helenes drawings again, randomly flipping back several pages, hoping to feel that same sense of astonishment he had in the stableyard. Good did not describe her work. He flipped to another page. The landscape shed drawn was a scene he had viewed before, near Vauxhall, looking across the Thames. The black-and-white charcoal was as good as he had ever seen, but he turned another page hoping for a portrait, a person. He swallowed in anticipation. It was not unlike discovering treasure, this talent of hers. He had no idea. The next picture was his reward. Helene had captured the sensual nature of a womannoble, beautifulbut in the throes of some secret longing. She was covered with a cloth, the sloping mounds of her breasts visible, her head thrown back, her mouth open. The drawing itself was in black and white, but the finishing touches were in red. Just subtle hints of impurity, desire. The lips especially were noticeable. Plump, pouty, wanting. Redding was a master of such things. Others might not see it, but it was there, pulsing, the drawing alive with passion. He stared and had an acute need to know what was in Helenes mind when her fingers had crafted the lines to such perfection. Another page. A similar drawing. Perhaps the same woman, bathing in a pool, only the drawing was rustic. The woman was of the land, he could tell by the way she held the pitcher above her head, pouring water. Her breasts and nipples were bared to his view. The very drops of water held a sheen that caused the eye to believe the drawing was wet. Again the faint stirring of color. Light greens and subtle blues. He turned the pages faster. Men bared to the chest, all sculpted in a particular manner that made him believe she had taken her idea of the male form from Michelangelo or some nude shed seen at the museum. The drawings werent all sensual displays of her talent. There were others. Dirty children, playing and laughing. Held in their mothers arms. Shopkeepers. Coachmen. Dora. And then a new sketch. Him.

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He recognized it down to the cravat he had been wearing that day. The sketch was incomplete and only four days old. In the carriage, after the wedding ceremony. He grinned. This drawing had a title that she had attempted to erase. Wicked. Lord. Redding. He was ridiculously pleased that she thought him worthy of putting to paper. Then he wondered if she would finish it. He took a deep breath and closed the folio. He rang for a footman and had him deliver her things to her bedroom and to discover if she was prepared to meet Mimi. The images were still startlingly vivid in his mind. And he had a taste to see more. He searched in his desk, locating the note. He sat down while he unfolded the crumpled sheet, scanned the document, and found the phrase that seemed to put her devotion to Preston into perspective. What Helene wrote to Preston made complete sense now. You, dear Alexander, are the first person to recognize my art as something more than a diversion. There are times when it consumes me. Please know, for that alone, I will always love you. He had discovered the answers to a few important questions. Helene only thought she loved Preston as a man. In her mind, she was her art and if a man could love that, he could love her. The other question as to her sensuality was still murky and undefined, but he suspected her nature was one of fire and passion locked up in the dutiful temperament of an obedient daughter. Her sensual personality leapt out from the drawings she produced because she had no other outlet. Each of the drawings evoked contrasting feelingssome were chaste, pure and full of emotion. Others? Well, there were still the elements of chastity and wholesomeness but coupled with a fresh sexuality that hinted of intrigue and curiosity. Even the illustration of him. Shed caught his expression of lust so perfectly, it was a surprise she hadnt realized what she had drawn. He suspected she would not have had she known what he would see in the depths of the revealing sketch. Redding tossed the note aside, gripped his quill and began to pen a letter. He decided a second letter was in order and polished it off with an offer no man could refuse, even if he was considered a brilliant instructor who was notoriously fickle in the selection of his students. When hed finished, he pushed up from his desk and went in search of Donovan. Together, they went to the third floor of the house. I want a room for Helene. Large, with as many windows as possible, and warm. I do not want her up here freezing in the winter. Which room would you recommend? Donovan brightened. I know just the room. It will need a bit of work, I think, but it has all the prerequisites. Its in the southwest corner, where the
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No, not the old playroom. Its too small. Redding remembered playing there as a child. Hed thought it a lonely, out-of-the-way place, where children were sent for punishment. No, it would not do. Let me show you what I have in mind. They proceeded down the open atrium. Windows banked the entire side of the house on this floor. Their boots rang loud in the still hollowness. She wont like it up here. May I ask what the room will be used for? Lady Redding paints and I mean to see her equipped with a modern facility to enhance her talents. Make no judgments until you see what I have in mind. You have only to decide if you wish to spend the money making the changes. Yes, it will be perfect. I didnt know Lady Redding painted. Does she have talent? Donovan asked. So few women do. I mean, have talent that is. But Im not suggesting that Lady Redding doesnt have. She is probably a very fine painter. What kind of a space would she like? I dont know. I havent asked her. Indulging your wife. Very good, my lord. That will win her over. This isnt about winning her over. She is a very fine artist. As you say. Donovan opened the door and threw it wide, allowing Redding to enter first. The room was spotless but still smelled of disuse. The sun just peeked in from the southeast corner of the house, but he could see that in an hour or so, the entire room would be bathed in afternoon light. He could walk the length of this room in ten steps. The entire upper floor was built with small, serviceable rooms. This wont do, he concluded. There will be easels, paints, canvases. There needs to be an area for the subject to sit or stand or whatever it is that the artist has them do while they paint. Running water would be good. Theres no fireplace. Shelves and storage are needed. Furniture. All of those things can be had with money. That doesnt solve the space problem. On the contrary. That should be the easiest solution of all. Donovan patted his hand against the east wall. You are the engineer. Im an engineer not an architect. It needs to be perfect. Once a wall is removed Yes, he murmured. He could see it now. An L-shaped room with both the south and west providing sufficient lighting. One of the flues ran up the west side of the house, but behind the existing wall of this room. It could be done.

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The partition walls were brick, probably hollow between. The stretchers were Englishsturdy but utilitarian. The plaster and lath easily replaced to finish off the room once they rebuilt. Helenes gratitude would be immeasurable. Ill get laborers started this afternoon. Hire as many men as you need. I want it done in two weeks. Three at the outside. Find out if we can get Flemish brick to replace this. They walked around the room, entered the next room and tapped on walls before finally agreeing that Redding would need to supervise the workers. There were loadbearing walls to consider and he was the local expert on indoor piping and plumbing. For Helene, the room had to be perfect. Already he could envision her in this room, surrounded by finished paintings. He could see her bestow one of her dazzling smiles upon him. One of many. And then he would receive the ultimate rewardHelene in his arms. Willing. Vivid, like her paintings. Sensual and burning with fire as he took her. Perhaps they would christen this very room in such a manner. If she placed such value on her art, fucking her amongst her paintings would be the ultimate in accomplishment for him. If she allowed him to intrude in what would become her world. Donovan, not a word of this to my wife. I want it to be a surprise. Redding whistled as he walked down the stairs. He knocked on Helenes door, ready to escort his wife to meet Mimi. Dora opened the door. Lord Redding, how may I help you? Im here for my wife. Oh, she left a good while ago. She was hungry and I think she was tired of waiting. Youll probably find her in the breakfast room. Thank you. He pivoted away and then stopped. Dora, tell me about Helenes painting, if you would? She doesnt talk about it much. Im afraid youll have to ask her. She never talks about it? Oh no. Not with me. I think Lord and Lady Cosgrove made it quite clear what they thought of her painting and the subject never comes up. Me, thats a different story. If shes got a pencil or a brush in her hand, I know to leave her alone. He nodded and went in search of his wife. Redding stopped at the double doors. Helene sat alone at the end of the table, her plate half empty, a footman pouring amber liquid into a glass. It appeared to be a glass of Cooks apple cider. My apologies, Lady Redding. The morning is nearly lost but I see youve made the best of it. Indeed. I was certain you had forgotten all about Mimi.
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Not at all. He went to the sideboard and speared three slices of ham and a thick slab of bacon, and spooned a heaping ration of fried potatoes. Rather than sit at his end of the table, he joined Helene. The footman was at his side with black coffee. Now what are your plans for the day? he asked. Helene bravely faced her cheating scoundrel of a husband. As usual, her breathing became erratic. There was never enough air when Redding was near her. After I meet your Mimi, I intended to have Donovan show me about the house, learn the household routine, look at the menu and review the state of our larder. Those sorts of things. Wifely things. No painting? No drawing? Her stomached clenched. Its just a hobby. Nothing to keep me engaged, she replied, unwilling to have another human, most especially this one, tell her she wasted her time. Criticism was expected from her parents. To hear a negative word from Redding, even if true, would wound her excessively. She had the idea that husbands believed in their wives. He smiled knowingly and finished a mouthful of food before replying. Helene, I saw the drawings in your sketchbook. That is no hobby. She lowered her hand to the table, still gripping her fork. You looked at my drawings? Stabbing him with her fork seemed a justifiable action. Instead, she loosed her grip, lowered the weapon and clutched her hands in her lap, keeping her gaze carefully averted. The sketches in her notebook were most private, but he hadnt seen the worst of them, or the best, depending on ones perspective. Now lets not have the same old argument, Helene. Im entitled to know your secrets. Rage boiled up in her. She slapped her palm against the table. No! You are not. Only a selfish brute would say something so ridiculous. You are entitled to my wifely obedience. You are entitled to children. You, sir, are not entitled to rifle through my private thoughts, my world, without my express approval. My marriage vows do not give you the right to pretend I do not exist. On the table, her hands had fisted. She wanted to pound against the injustice of his intrusion. He was like a dog sniffing in places he didnt belong, searching for his lost bone. And to have acted so carelessly in front of servants! He did not care that he was not welcome. That she did not want him or his opinion. He set aside his fork and placed his large, intimidating hand over one of hers. Helene, I meant no offense. Your drawings are extraordinary. And that word does not adequately describe their brilliance. She turned her hand in his and gripped hard. Lightheaded dizziness swept over. Hed said they were good?

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Tell me about what you feel when you draw like that? Her chest heaved, desperate for air. She couldnt speak. A near hysteria made her want to laugh. I cant. Not now. Wetness blurred her vision for a moment. He was the last person she had expected to say a good thing about her workthat he even bothered to look or have an opinion about such trifling matters as black-andwhite charcoals. She had never believed a husband would permit his wife such freedoms as she took when she drew. But it wasnt the work he saw that made her breathless, it was the other work. The private world and works she had created for herself. Come now. Finish your breakfast. I wont have you passing out in front of Mimi or shell think you are with child. And just like that, her feelings of affinity for her husband vanished. She pulled her hand away. She wasnt the one who had to agonize about being pregnant. Only that redheaded virago whod been naked in his arms a few hours ago need worry about such an event. His Mimi could go tosome dark place where redheaded evil sorceresses lived. So, I think Im ready to meet her now. Helene stood. Redding joined her, tossing aside a linen napkin. He held out his arm and she placed her fingers on his sleeve, braving herself for the introduction. I need to warn you about her. She is hard to live with, but I love her. Her real name is Hortense, but she started calling herself Mimi when she was a child. She can be dramatic that way. Helene smiled. Nothing Redding revealed surprised her. He led her past the footmen, up the staircase and down the long hall past her room. She had yet to explore this part of the house, as she had yet to find time with Donovan. Redding was certainly an enigma. Lustful with her as well as the next woman to throw herself in his arms. Sneaky, yet open. And now she was to meet Mimi. At the far end of the hall, he rapped his knuckles against a closed door. A middle-aged woman with dark hair and wearing a traditional mobcap answered the door. Finally, she whispered, throwing back the door to allow them entrance. Shes been agitated all morning wondering what was taking so long, Lord Redding. My apologies. Miss Travers, may I present my wife, Helene, Lady Redding. Miss Travers is Mimis ladys maid. It is very nice to meet you, she said. Helene braced herself for the next meeting. Redding, is that you? There was a distinctive thump against the floor, not unlike a cane being tamped in a temperamental fit. You had better have your bride with you, thats all I can say.

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Thats what I have to put up with, Miss Travers whispered reprovingly. Helene noticed Reddings glance over her person, inspecting her garb, her hair and her comportment as if he needed to approve of her prior to meeting his mistress. She threw back her shoulders in defiance of his perusal. She was an earls daughter. Come along then. Its time you met the queen of Glen Arbor. He led her into the room. Tucked into a sumptuous bed, a shriveled old woman inspected them, her examination not unlike Reddings had been. That old woman in the bed was not Mimi. Grandmother, this is my wife Helene ne Cosgrove, the new Countess of Redding, Redding proclaimed loudly. Shes a looker, Edward. I can see why you were attracted to her. Come here, girl. Let me have a closer look. Grandmother? Helene snorted. That is not Mimi, she said under breath. She faced Redding, clutched his arm and turned them away from the woman in the bed and Miss Travers. What kind of a ruse is this? I saw your redheaded Mimi this morning, naked as a jaybird down by the lake. Grandmother? she said again. Really, Redding, I would think a man like you would be more careful to disguise your mistress, but an old lady? She scoffed, an unladylike sound coming from her mouth. Reddings eyebrows winged. Its surprising that you would try to disguise it at all. Your reputation is certainly legendary and no one has ever accused you of being discreet. Edward? What is that girl babbling about? Mimi asked. Theres no need to go on with this pretense. Helene stared at the old woman, wondering who Redding had duped or paid to play the part. I can hardly wait to be the subject of next months gossip in our circle of friends when it becomes known that I must share my home with your mistress. I was well aware that if you didnt already, you would certainly keep a mistress in the future. She stopped in her tracks and glanced up at him. However, I would have thought housing a mistress at Glen Arbor to be a little outr, even for you. You have a mistress, Edward? I cant say that it surprises me, but you should be more discreet now that youre married, Mimi said. Helenes face heated, knowing that her words had been overheard. Reddings slow smile inflamed Helene. What? You think I didnt see your escapade this morning? she asked, trying to hold back the anger in her voice. He drew up one hand and put a knuckle to his mouth before he choked back laughter. Helene folded her arms across her chest. Edward! the old woman said sternly. I must insist you bring her closer.

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In a moment, Grandmamma, he said. Miss Travers, do you mind? The nursemaid padded away. Must I be the brunt of your joke? Helene asked when they were more secluded. He leaned toward her, still attempting to maintain some form of solemnity but failing miserably. Before you jump off a cliff, Helene, I should tell you this really is my grandmother, he whispered. I saw her by the lake. That woman! Helene gritted her teeth. Youve misunderstood but the fault is mine. I assumed you knew that Mimi was my grandmother. Helene looked toward the bed and the sprightly woman beneath the covers. She examined her closely. She was Reddings grandmother? Then who is she? Who is that other woman? Embarrassment flooded her face when she realized how many conclusions she had reachedfalsely. Heat nearly steamed through her dress. Redding had the singular ability to make her feel foolish. Gauche as any backcountry Highlander. She glanced toward the bed again. His grandmother stared in their direction, squinting as if she couldnt quite make out what happened where they stood. Her ladys maid sat rigidly in a straight-backed chair near the bed, on hand should the dowager countess need anything. The her you saw is not Mimi. Her name is Viviana. Let us address one matter at a time, shall we? My grandmother is most anxious to meet my wife. His seriousness returned. You should have told me you were near the lake this morning and in my defense, I did ask. I could have saved you much anxiety by explaining what happened. You should have told me anyhow. She was naked. What possible explanation could there be? Helene had never felt more foolish. Redding had only to look at her and she turned into an idiot. Never was there a man less suited for her than Edward Chase. You are very right to assume the worst, just not at this moment, please. He remained civil and composed, seemingly unaffected by her tirade. Let us proceed then. I wont embarrass you further, she said, lifting her chin in some semblance of propriety. You didnt embarrass me. I doubt Mimi had any idea what was going on, but if she had heard the name Viviana, her thunderous outburst would have made your spat look like an afternoon sprinkle by comparison. Then why allow her a home on your estate? What is she to you? You guessed rightly. She is my former mistress.

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Redding dragged Helene toward his grandmothers bed before she had a chance to sputter something else that would only cause him more difficulties. Not that he didnt deserve it. Not every wife got to see her husband in the arms of a naked woman so soon after the marriage vows were spoken and before they were properly consummated. Ill tell you now that she will insist upon grandsons, so dont bother producing a female. She wants heirs and nothing else will do. Humor her, please. Helene had gone stiff as a board under his grasp, but she painted a perfect smile on her face and greeted his grandmother as if they were blood relatives, long lost. Redding smiled at the thought of Helenes muddled thoughts over his last comment and her ability to entertain Grandmother as if she were the only person in the room. Come closer, Mimi demanded. Mimi adjured Helene to sit with her on the bed while he leaned against the end bedpost and observed. Mimi led the conversation while Helene dutifully answered myriad personal questions, a few of which he found interesting and none of which he would have thought to ask. His grandmother was currently working backward through several generations of Cosgroves in a disguised attempt to determine Helenes fertility. They ignored him. Helene had changed from her early morning attire. She appeared in a much more becoming outfit than he had seen while they traveled. A light-green gown of some unknown fabric that hugged her curves obediently. Innocent. She was that. He would be shocked if she werent a virgin. Still one couldnt be too careful. He couldnt really blame Helene for thinking the worst of him. He was all that she accused him of, and probably more. Young ladies were generally kept in the dark about such wicked debaucheries, many of which he had particularly enjoyed as a younger man. All of which he now wished to enjoy with his wife. Her mouth was luscious. Her lips plump and soft, the perfect shape to slip over his cock and draw him in. Someday soon, he was going to feel the caress of her eager mouth. Again, he wondered about her hair. Tightly bound, the golden shimmer of it was hidden beneath woven strands that were pinned at the back of her head. All the women wore that unflattering style, hed never understood why.

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By the time her courses ceased to flow, he would be most anxious to crawl between her legs. Until then, he would keep her inflamed. She would not only want him by the time he fucked her, she would be begging for relief. And more importantly, ready and willing to satisfy all of his desires. Redding, I am most pleased with your choice, Mimi pronounced. Now we must have heirs. Youve been remiss these past few years, but now that youve engaged a suitable woman, let us not waste a moment of time impregnating her. My sentiments exactly. He stepped closer to Helene and lowered his hand to her shoulder. He stroked a finger along her neck, already red with embarrassment because of Mimis piercing statements. She squirmed under his touch. We must have a lavish ball to welcome your new bride. Oh, thats not necessary, Helene said, glancing up at him for support. Shes right, Mimi. We could have it later in the summer, once Helene grows accustomed to Glen Arbor. And Mimis wheedling ways. Nonsense. Miss Travers and I can plan everything since Im not doing anything else. The servants will do all the work and youll pay the bills, Redding. I think it is a marvelous idea. She held up a hand to halt any dissension. I wont hear another word. It is decided. And you must call me Mimi. Everyone does. Lady Redding, really, it isnt necessary, Helene said. Mimi, his grandmother scolded. She patted Helenes hand. Oh, you have no idea how much I want to hold a grandson in my arms again.

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Well, who is she? Helene asked. She sat at the edge of the chair, her hands in her lap. Redding had much to tell her. Hearing it would take some special fortitude. No wife wanted to hear about the other woman, especially when said wife had been married less than a week. Could it be any worse than what she already knew about him? There was no lack of gossip about his proclivities and adventures. And it was likely she knew only a tiny fraction of what actually went on in his life. At the sideboard, he poured a drink and then joined her, sitting across from her on the two-person settee. On another day she would enjoy the library but even now it evoked his masculine presence, including the ingrained scent of age, oil polish and wood smoke. She is Viviana. In addition to being a former mistress, she is also the mother of my only son. Was. Teddy died three years ago.

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A mistress she could believe, but a son? His last statement took all of the delight out of her rightful indignation. You have a way of delivering the most upsetting news but without the benefit of allowing me to be angry. Why is that? He shrugged and then sipped at his drink, watching her and her reactions, over which she seemed to have little control when she was around him. Why is she here? And how long will she be at Glen Arbor? A barrage of questions welled up, but Reddings total lack of concern made her rethink her pent-up bitterness. Could it be that he did not care about the woman? She didnt know how to broach the subject of his son. Was he one of those men who rejected their illegitimate offspring? Of those things she knew of Redding, one thing was certain. He was always a step away from predictable, in his words and in his actions. Viviana is an opera singer, currently without means, and she turned to the one person who could be manipulated by emotional bonds to come to her aid. She will be here until she wrings a suitable amount of money from my pocket to make it worth her while to leave. This morning, when you so inopportunely saw us Exactly what did you see by the way? Your Viviana, rushing to your embrace. She was most effusive in her greeting. Redding laughed. One gets used to her exaggerated behavior. Anyway, as I was saying, I attempted to reach an agreement with her this morning. I did not want her to disrupt my happily married state. Again she felt the heat of embarrassment. With him, there was never a direct statement. There was always some hidden meaning, a jest or an innuendo that she didnt always understand. Helene, I did not know she was in residence. I would have taken action prior to our arrival if I had. She was the mother of your son? Yes, Teddy was a bastard but he was mine. Viv liked to pretend to be his mother when it was convenient for her. Which was rarely. Redding had no glib statements to add. Teddy was a wonderful child. When I found out about him, I brought him to Glen Arbor to be raised here, under my protection if not my name. That is all? There is nothing between the two of you? She was my mistress. Several years ago. A long, long time ago, he added. What am I supposed to say, Edward? The woman was naked. You have yet to explain why you were running off with Preston in the middle of the night. Its not the same thing. They were going to be married. Their action was that of two people in love, not in lust. Yet you ask me to believe there was nothing between you but an elopement.
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I am not a liar. And neither am I. I didnt invite Viv here. And there is no entanglement other than what she believes in her own mind. Will you allow me to resolve this situation without interference or further accusation? He had asked her to put his trust in him. It just seemed like such a great request when they knew so little about each other. Still, it wasnt a demand and he could have refused to discuss the situation at all. She could give him this chance. Freely trust him until she had proof of his inconstancy. She stared at his countenance before seeing the logic and the reality. I dont have much choice, do I? No, he said. All right. If you also promise that I will never have to meet her. He nodded in agreement but added, As much as that is within my power. Viv has a mind of her own. How old was Teddy? she asked. He died when he waswhen he was not quite seven. Redding stared at his drink but didnt expound further. Im sorry. Helene had a hard time reconciling her knowledge of Redding to that of father and grandson. Yet she could see his obvious pain. I cant imagine how that must feel. I would have never believed that a child could be my weakness. Until he was taken away. She had never purposefully comforted Redding. He was a man who seemed to need little, but she stood and went to him, sitting beside him. She placed her hand on his thigh. I know words arent a solace, but someday we will have a son. It wont take the pain away, but perhaps your sadness would be lessened. Redding swallowed the last of his drink and set his glass aside. When his gaze touched hers, she realized her mistake in thinking that he was overcome by his emotion for his lost child when in fact he was in complete control of his emotions. The unrepentant rake stared at her. His hand captured hers and pulled it farther up his leg. She resisted. Wife, he said. His voice demanded obedience. Edward. Not here. Its my houseno one will enter without my leave. Besides, we are newly wed. Everyone knows what goes on behind closed doors, most especially the servants. He brought her hand in contact with the hard bulge between his legs. You know what I want.

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No, I dont. She made another attempt to free her hand but he pressed harder. He felt large and hot beneath her fingers. With subtle movements, he guided her hand slowly back and forth across his covered manhood. Mimi liked you. I-I hope so. She could not bear to look at him, but staring at her hand covering his manhood was no better. She couldnt tear her gaze away from his groin and that awful knowledge of what lay beneath her hand. And what soon would be inside her. Aching heat built between her legs. Youre not upset about the ball? No. I-I dont mind. She had trouble breathing. His heated stare had not left her face. He was a wicked man. Always, he thought about his wants. Or if he happened to think of someone elses, it was to manipulate them into satisfying his needs. Do you have a proper wardrobe for such an event? I Perhaps. He bucked upward, resettling against the settee, his legs spread. At the fall of his trousers, his free hand worked at the buttons, slipping them one by one. You have lovely hands, he said. I would like to see what an artist like you can do with them. She wouldnt dignify his request with a response. Obviously he could force her to his will as he was doing now. Or she could No! She could not. He did not deserve any effort on her part. With a quick motion, he raised her hand away, peeled back the layers of clothing covering him and exposed his erection as it sprang to long, hard life against his stomach. To your artists eye, what do you think? he asked. His careless smile made her think he thought it was all a grand joke. I think you are vulgar. Yet every time she used that word to describe something he did, her body dismissed what her mind knew was improper. No, he said, lowering her hand over the bare skin of his manhood. No, I am a man who desires the touch of his woman. His wife. He pulled his hand away, allowing her the choice to do as he bade. Touch me, he commanded. Caress me as if I were your masterpiece. Shed never understood how the mind, heart and body could be such separate entities. Or how the body could be the stronger of the three. She did not love him. Her heart belonged to Alexander and to her art. Her mind berated her for succumbing to Reddings temptations. She was an intelligent if not independent woman. She had only to say the word no and walk away.

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Yet her body hummed a familiar song. One that called to her to find out, to explore, to immerse herself in whatever wickedness Redding offered. Her hand rested comfortably on his warm erection, all the proof she needed that she would not say no. She swallowed back the last of her doubt and stroked slowly from the tip of the flanged head downward until her fingers circled the thick root. The flesh was supple, hiding the hard usefulness beneath. Exquisite veins pulsed below the skin. Redding relaxed, leaning back, his head against the cushions. One arm slid along the back of the settee. His posture invited her to do as she wanted with no demands as he had made before. She touched him again, gliding with delicate strokes. For several long moments, she toyed and looked, fascinated by the streaked veins, the ruby-tipped cap and the jerking motion it made as she stroked. It was art come to life. The occasionally manly groans from Redding might have been the most rewarding thing of all. Would you like to see how I do it? he asked. She dared to glance at him. Lust covered every line of his face. His eyelids were lowered in sleepy contemplation of her person. She nodded, curiously aroused, shamefully wanting to see more. He gripped his erection, his thumb on the underside, and he started a slow tugging rhythm that looked almost painful. With a will of its own, her hand sought him, touching the rounded testes below. Redding groaned at the contact. He placed his free hand on her neck, his fingers spearing into her hair. He urged her downward. Touch my cock with your lips, Helene. There was no misunderstanding what he wanted. Protesting now seemed hypocritical, her face and mouth only inches from his arousal. The sensual memory of what he had done to herbetween her legsonly added to her curiosity. Would that she could please him so. When her lips touched him a long hiss of breath escaped from his mouth. Yes, he said. A simple encouragement, one she had never heard from a man, but one that filled her with an indescribable sense of want. Brushing her tongue along the length of his erection, Helene tasted him. She slid to the floor, her skirts rustling loudly, and kneeled. He moved one leg to accommodate her between his powerful thighs. She braced her hands against the firm, muscled limbs and leaned over him, opening her mouth as she pulled the tip of his erection inside. He kept his fingers wrapped at the base of his cock, holding it up for her. Her tongue slid easily around the ridged cap. Her lips fit along the flanged edge. She took as much of him as she could deep in her mouth and then slid upward. Again, Redding released a satisfying groan that only encouraged her to continue. She used her hand and cupped his testes. He didnt stop her. An answering urge welled up in her. Between her legs such a need grew, she could feel the dampness and an ache deep inside. And along with it, a yearning for him.
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Reddings reputation, if even half of it were true, was legendary. Hed bedded many women who had been satisfied enough to boast of it afterward. Without shame. What must it have been like? To indulge in such wicked behavior and to revel in it afterward? In the midst of her uncertainty, Helene had the most amusing thought. I am married to him. Why should she not enjoy those same enticements? Was she not entitled to his expertise, his wickedness, his sensuality? Beneath her hand, the round balls grew firm under the touch of her fingers. Redding shifted, gripped her shoulders and pulled her away while his hand reached for his erection and began stroking. A loud moan ripped from him as semen spilled from his manhood onto his stomach. Helene stared, reached a finger into the pool of pearly fluid and brushed a few feathery strokes over his skin. Why should she not enjoy those same enticements? Because she was a tyro. Inexperienced, afraid and so unlike Redding. He would laugh at her if she attempted anything like a seduction. What did she have to offer but her virginity? Then what? A few kisses to amuse him? Hed be bored silly before the month was out. Excuse me, she muttered, pushing up and away from him. She clutched her skirts and ran from the room. Helene. Wait. Helene hurried up the stairs and took sanctuary in her room, locking the door securely behind her. Not even a week at Glen Arbor and shed embarrassed herself many times over. Most humiliating of all was her weakness with Redding. Why could she not remember that she had loved another man? Why could she not deny Redding any request? She stood for a moment with her eyes closed, willing the tension from her body. She went straight to the corner where her trunks were stashed and set about restoring order to her life. And that meant painting. Or drawing. Or just touching what belonged to her. Was it hypocritical to hope Redding would follow? She grabbed her wooden French box easel and carried it to the far side of the room where the windows provided a bank of lighting. Though the sunlight was inadequate for the best painting, it would suffice for preparing her canvas. It would suffice to block out Redding for just an hour. Alexander was sweet and kind. Their relationship would have been gentle and without the crashing waves of uncertainty and turbulence Redding wrought. Helene yanked at the extending legs of her easel.

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Redding was like poison ivy. Scratching only made his kind of toxin spread. Already the creeping tentacles of his attraction wrapped around her. He had no characteristics that appealed to her as a wife, but damn him, everything that appealed to her as a woman. Redding made her lose herself and at the same time, made her believe that he was the one who would find her. Neither of which was true. She had never had a crisis of conscience. She did not suffer from ennui. She had purpose. She found her paints, palette and brushes stored and wrapped. She wasnt concerned about painting a masterpiece. Her need had more to do with expressing, and relieving, the emotions and turmoil Redding caused. Helene ignored the person knocking at her door announcing lunch and proceeded to mix her paints. She set up a small tin of water, collected torn rags and donned her apron. The work gave her hands something to do, which engaged her brain, which made Redding slowly fade from her imagination. She wasnt interested in her Prussian blues or her Brunswick greens. Today, she felt red. The first few strokes released the tension. Then she became the painterthe brush an extension of her being. Alexanders words came back to her. You are brilliant. Dont let anyone tell you otherwise. It was easy to love a man who believed in her. Brilliant might have been an overstatement based on his enthusiasm. Her parents had never encouraged her talent. She could be brilliant, if women were given the opportunity for proper training. She loved portraits and still lifes but there was so much more. And no school in London to teach her. She had to sneak peeks of nude marble sculptures at the museum just to get an idea what a naked body looked like. And fortuitously shed found that book in her fathers library, high up on the shelves where the tomes were dusty, boring, uselessor as it turned outillicit. The initial shock of the drawings had worn off after the second and third and fourth time she had meditated upon the shapely sinews and broad shoulders of the men. Or the curved softness of the women. The study added a new depth to her drawing. Helene didnt believe her father even knew the book was there. Or now missing. The brushstrokes took on a life of their own. She had no name for what she sometimes created. The abstract expression of her feeling just was. And when she was done she couldnt explain it, she just knew that she liked what she created. The drawings were something else entirely. No one would approve of them. Shed even been ashamed to reveal them to Alexander, yet she took the greatest private joy in them.
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Reddings opinion couldnt be trusted. His tastes and proclivities ran toward the perverse. Naturally he would find something pleasing in them, but did he truly think it was art? A creation worthy of being noticed? Much like Helene Cosgrove. She had not been worthy of notice until Alexander. Helene stepped back from the canvas. It wasnt complete by any means. She glanced toward the window. The sun already touched the horizon. She dipped her brushes in the water, cleaned her palette and then stood back to evaluate her creation. Her conceptual painting was as much of a disaster as her real marriage.

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Three days had passed and his wife was still locked up in her room painting, so he had been informed. From Doras guarded whispers, he gathered that Helene was contemplative and quiet, answering only the barest of questions from her maid and ignoring anything that did not involve her art, including him. Helene had graced him with her presence at breakfast but took her other meals in her room. He had seen her walk the grounds of Glen Arbor at dusk, returning to her chamber without seeking him out. She did all she could to avoid him. This suited him for the moment as she wasnt completely available and he was getting more needy by the hour, and not just for some mild amusements. Real sexual pleasure, for him, had always been in the form of illicit liaisons while marriage was a harbinger of boredom and duty. Yet he could think of nothing but fucking his wife. What he had done that many would consider outrageously perverse, he craved to experience with Helene. But that was for another day. Donovan had informed him that Helene had also made time for him and they had toured the house without Redding, conveniently avoiding the third-floor renovations. Helene had been tentative in her first requests. Donovan informed him of each and every word as if Redding was going to countermand her. He could not care less that the linens were changed every two days. Mimi on the other hand Edward would not interfere if Helene made decisions that countermanded Mimis instructions. Helene was the countess now and Edward supposed he had better make that clear to Mimi before some calamity ensued where he had to take sides. Helene did call on Mimi in the late morning hours, which delighted her to no end. His grandmother planned an extravaganza the likes of which the county had never seen, to quote her. He wondered which of the coststhe ball, the repairs in the upper hall or Vivianas demandswould bankrupt him first. In short, Viviana was extorting him. No amount of logical persuasion would convince her to return to London. Short of physical violence, he did not think she was going to leave. She was at least wearing clothes the times he had gone to visit her. She
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had made so bold as to suggest a resumption of their physical relationship in spite of the fact he now had a wife. The implication being Viv would be more reasonable about her bribe. Fortunately, the laborers Donovan had hired were all men, and much more given to reason when he directed them at their tasks. It was gratifying to have someone in this house who listened to him. Rain had started to fall during the day. The workmen were finishing up another day of hard labor. The walls on the upper floor had come down quickly. The large chunks of plaster and brick had formed a pile of rubble that the laborers had spent the afternoon carting off down the servants stairs. He returned to the library to wait for dinner, removing his jacket in hopes of a relaxing interlude beforehand. He would not have minded Helenes company. Even in her attempts to dislike him, he found much to enjoy. While he agitated her, she calmed him with her domestic propriety and wifely affront. Hed been surprised at her sincere empathy when hed talked about Teddy a few nights ago. Surprisedand touched. He glanced out the window, watching the rain streak the glass and the occasional flash of lightning cast a blue glow over Glen Arbor. It was in the quiet of the night that he missed Teddy the most. How could he explain to Helene what his son had meant to him? Fine, well-bred women did not understand the complications involved with bastard children, especially sons. True, many men did not care, but he wasnt one of them. Better just to avoid reopening the old wounds and let Teddy stay settled in his mind. He strolled to the sideboard and poured a shallow drink. Any company would have been preferable to his own maudlin self this evening. The liquid sloshed into his glass. The welcome fire of the first sip distracted him from his morose thoughts. Lord Redding? He turned to face his wife, a picture of elegance, who seemed to have the exceptional ability to move him in a particularly pleasing manner. She had been all demure shyness since their encounter in this room a few nights ago. Not many women welcomed the idea of sucking on their husbands cock. The lovely Helene. Might I join you? she asked. By all means. He waved a hand, directing her toward the welcoming chairs around the fireplace. He strolled in her direction, wanting a better look at his property. You look astounding. Is Grandmothers party this evening and no one told me? She also smelled of a peculiar scent that had him wishing they were naked, frolicking in a spring field rather than politely waiting for dinner. Or maybe that smell was her paint.

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Her gown would have rivaled the very finest in any London ballroom. His little artisan was a masterpiece in the making. Her trunks seemed to hold a new and better surprise each day. He knew her corset held equally delightful enchantments. She laughed. No. I thought I would dine with you this evening, if you dont mind. Drink? He didnt mind. Companionship such as hers would be most welcome. If they couldnt find anything to discuss, at least he would be able to imagine witty repartee, disappearing clothes and two naked bodies. The rain pounded against the windows. Rumbling thunder rolled somewhere in the distance, making the room feel cozy and the possibilities feel endless. She shook her head. No, thank you. What have you been busy painting upstairs in your closed-door room, hidden away from the wicked Lord Redding? She flushed prettily, her hands clasped in her lap while she glanced demurely at him through her lashes. You saw that drawing? Yes, you made me look like a scoundrel. But I didnt see all of them. What I saw was quite good. Very, very good. You said that. You are one of the few whove admired my amateurish efforts. She smiled again, her head tilting to the left, obviously pleased at his statement. He joined Helene, settling across from her so that he could observe his wife clearly. So to what do I owe this singular pleasure? Helene cleared her throat and with a determined look and a deep breath said, I cant hide away in my room forever. And I am your wife. Something I havent been able to get out of my mind. Im glad you remembered. I have been thinking about you. A compliment? No, a calculated decision. She stared for a moment before she declared, I wish for you to bed me. Tonight. I no longer wish to wait for the event. I would have the bedding be done and over with. And I am now available. The impact of her words stopped him cold for a moment. He gulped his drink. I am rarely shocked, Lady Redding. And by rarely, I mean never. She clutched her hands but her gaze did not waver from his. So you wish to be deflowered? he drawled. The invitation evoked immediate lust. The demanding stir in his groin was a sweet reminder that he had an intense desire to bed his wife, even if she was just coming around to the idea of that delicious prospect. Even now, he was stripping her of that silk and lace confection she wore. In his minds eye, he could see her body in all its naked splendor, laid out for the fucking. Its more a matter of consummation. Im being practical. She blinked and nodded as if saying it aloud would make it so.

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She was grossly mistaken. There was nothing practical about sexual intercourse. It was the most impractical, inappropriate and indecent activity in which he had ever participated. The smells, the mess, the groaning, screaming agony of release. Reaching that level of intimacy, with every inch of a persons imperfections visible to the other, all culminating in orgasm, the only time one truly allowed themselves to be seen by another No, there was nothing rational about it. He lifted his glass to her. To being practical. Then its settled, she said. We can skip dinner, if you wish. He opened his arms to the irresistible opportunity. His shock had turned into something much more physical and demanding, and something he recognized. That all-consuming sensation with which he was intimately familiar and to which he was ready to submit. Whatever Helene had been thinking about, alone in her room, he was in wholehearted agreement with the outcome. He surrendered to it and moved to her side. He stroked a finger along her jaw. You are my wife, he said for no reason. May I kiss you? he asked, being ridiculously polite considering all that he had demanded of her already. And considering the clawing lust that had leapt to life in his groin, it was a bloody miracle he wasnt ripping through her hymen with all the finesse of a Highland clan lord forcing a captive maiden. There were times when heedless, headlong fucking was best. Then there were the times that a long, drawn-out affair was more to his taste. Redding was prepared to make it last a good long while as he introduced Helene to the even darker passions he wished to pursue. Once he got her in his bed, they were going to be there for several days. This first time was chancy. Slipping into her tight sheath would require monumental control. Already, the pulsing in his cock screamed for satisfaction. And here, on the settee? Well, some planning was required for proper seduction and faultless pleasure. He tilted his head and leaned closer to her, intent on forging their bond with the tactile sensation of his mouth on her lips and his tongue down her throat. Lord Redding, your pardon. Edward frowned and glanced up. One of the footmen stood at the door, gaze down. Tell Cook dinner will need to wait another hour or so. Im sorry, my lord. There is someone to see Lady Redding. He glanced at Helene. You were expecting someone? No. At this hour? Who is it? Redding demanded.

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The footman entered the room, carrying a silver salver. He presented it to Helene. Her brow furrowed and she glanced at Redding, seeking his approval before she acknowledged the guest. She reached for the card with her delicate fingers. She paled, dropped the card in the salver and jumped to her feet. In a whirl of skirts, she rushed from the room. Redding snapped his fingers and the stunned footman responded. The card had the distinctive type of a certain gentleman embossed in bold letters. Alexander Preston, Baron.

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Chapter Nine
Helene rushed into the hall just as Alexander removed his soaking wet greatcoat. All of her anguish had been for nothing. He was here. Alexander. Her breath caught in her throat. She swept toward him but stopped short of throwing herself into his arms. Lady Redding. He bowed. Forgive my unannounced visit. Helenes heart tripped wildly. She had thought Alexander was lost to her. She watched as his gaze shifted. She felt the heated, unwelcome presence of her husband at her side. He slid his arm around her waist, claiming her boldly and purposefully in front of her former betrothed. To what do we owe this great pleasure, Baron Preston? Redding asked. Helene dared not look at her husband. She heard the pressing sarcasm in his voice. Alexander was slightly shorter than Redding but no less commanding. Baron Prestons presence was so much more endearing than Reddings robust, overbearing maleness. It was no wonder she loved Alexander. And she had willingly offered herself to Redding tonight after coming to a sound decision regarding her marital dilemma. Her mind had deduced that allowing Redding to bed her would relieve the insidious, unknown need that grew inside. She would be with him and be done with it. She should have known she could not replace her love for Alexander with the bodily pleasures Redding offered. Lud, had she gone insane? Eight days with the man and she had turned into one of his pathetic paramours, waiting for the slightest crumb from his table. She had gone to Redding! She should have had faith in Alexander. With your permission, Lord Redding, I wish to speak with your wife. Helene smiled tremulously. Redding stiffened beside her, giving her a moment of joy that his balance could be thrown off for once. Do you not think it an inappropriate hour to come calling? And on such a night as this? Redding asked. Do I have your permission? Preston asked. Of course you do, Baron Preston. Do let us be civil, she interjected. Whatever he has to say can be said here and then he can be on his way, Redding said.
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She turned and faced Redding, angry at him for his curt refusal and his complete lack of manners. He had never said one kind thing about Alexander. Hadnt that been part of her dislike for Redding to begin with? He is staying, she said. What Lady Redding means, is that you are welcome to go to Helene gripped Reddings arm, digging her nails through the thin material of his shirt. You are welcome to stay for dinner, if you havent eaten, Baron Preston. We were about to be seated at the table and you are my guest. Redding murmured under his breath as she left his side and approached the baron. I am interfering. I can return in the morning, Alexander said. Helene wrapped her arm in his, glaring at Redding as she did so. Nonsense, you are going to enjoy Reddings hospitality, even if it kills him. Redding pivoted and marched toward the dining room. Helene couldnt hold back her smile. When she heard the dining room doors open and then slam shut, she questioned Alexander. I meant it. I do want you to stay, but why are you here? She stared at him for a moment. He was the same man, but it felt as though she had not seen him in years and she wasnt sure what to say. I didnt get to speak with you that night. I knew I had to tell you, to explain why I wasnt there, as I promised. I never thought Redding would go through with it. I was such a fool. You werent there? A splinter of hurt went right to her heart. Clearly she misunderstood what he meant, because Alexander would not have arranged for their clandestine wedding elopement and then not be there to secret her away. Let me explain. The door banged loudly again. My dinner is growing cold, Redding growled, standing in the doorway, again intruding in her life at all the wrong moments. Another clap of thunder sounded. Helene heard the steady thrum of rain as it beat against the house. Redding glared at her, waiting for them. You are lucky you made it before the worst of the storm hit. Come, before Redding bursts a vein. They strolled together past Redding. Alexander led her to her chair at the end of the table. A plate was set beside her and Alex stood behind the heavy chair. At least the servants understood what must be done when there were guests. Redding strolled to his end of the table. The heat of his anger was a palpable wave crashing at her from across the distance of the dining table. She took great satisfaction knowing that Redding wasnt so cheeky when Alexander was present. Wheres Redding? I demand to see him this instant.

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A womans voice, firm and demanding, sounded from the foyer whence they had just come. For the love of Are we not to have a moments peace in this house tonight? Redding pushed away from the table and stomped out of the dining room. Helene pushed back her chair. Ill be a moment, Alexander. Theres no need to get up. She reached the foyer to see the red-haired vixen standing in the hall as if she owned it. Miss Love handed over a large parasol that still dripped rainwater. Two footmen were assisting with the removal of a light pelisse. Large puddles were on the floor. A wet tendril of hair stuck to her neck, looking like a snake. Helene took great satisfaction that Miss Love wore a simple muslin dress and for all of her fine beauty, had the look of a nearly drowned rat. Redding, the roof is leaking in my home and I had no choice but to intrude upon your hospitality for the evening, Miss Love said. She touched at her dress and person, attempting to set herself to rights. Her hands lingered at her overly endowed bosom. Your home? he said with perfect sarcasm. Helene recognized the edge in his voice and was happy it was not directed at her. Miss Love glanced at Helene. At last, I meet the esteemed Lady Redding. And you must call me Viv. Everyone does. Viviana stepped toward her and then bobbed. In a daze, Helene returned the acknowledgement, shocked at the lack of introduction and the complete forwardness of the woman. Well, Redding, arent you going to introduce me? she asked. Helene realized that Vivianas gaze was firmly fixed on Alexander. Of course, Viviana. This is Baron Alexander Preston. Baron, Viviana Love. Late of London. Opera singer extraordinaire. Perhaps she can sing for her supper, Helene quipped, not liking anything about this situation. What a splendid idea, Lady Redding, Redding said, turning sickeningly sweet at the realization he had a foil against Alexanders presence. Wont you join us, Viv? We were just sitting down to eat. I must look a fright, Viv said. Helene could see it was all an act to gain Reddings attention. Redding smiled archly and clutched at Vivianas fine-boned fingers. He brought her hand to his lips. You are lovely as always. Wouldnt you say so, Baron Preston? Indeed, he said. Well then, its settled. Shall we adjourn to the dining room? Redding escorted Viviana past Helene. Baron, would you escort my wife to the table? Once they all sat, the servants presented the meal and stepped away.

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Helene glanced in Reddings direction before she picked up her spoon. Everyone pretended the situation was normal. Helene seethed. At his end of the table, Redding was leering at Miss Love as if she were dessert. Their heads were together, he whispering some secret near her ear. So, Alexander. How have you been? Alexander cupped his hand over hers. You are a wonderful woman, Helene. He does not deserve you. She removed her hand from his light touch, knowing that tonight was a turning point. She thought truth was a shining beacon. Instead, it was the dull ache of sorrow. He is my husband. And that subject is off-limits, even to you, Alexander. Explaining her feelings to a former betrothed was the height of betrayal. The Redding name was hers now, for better or worse. However, owning the vaunted Redding name didnt lessen the sting of hurt. She was torn between her duty and And what? She was a married woman now. I should have been there that night. She spooned in the soupe maigre. It tasted like soggy garden mulch. She dabbed at her lips with the linen napkin. Whatever do you mean? I wasnt at your home at the appointed hour to save you from this mistake of a marriage, thats what I mean. You were unavoidably detained? There had to be a logical explanation. Alexander was the epitome of gentlemanly deportment. One didnt make an impassioned plea for elopement and then not follow through. Not a gentleman. I have no reasonable excuse. I can only ask for your forgiveness. It seems that fate conspired against us then. Had Redding saved her from an elopement that wasnt even going to happen? A round of laughter at Reddings end of the table caused Helene stomach upset. Food was the last thing she craved. She wished she was anywhere but here. In her room, in her bed with one of those stout ales Dora could procure from the Glen Arbor cellar would go a long way to soothe the pang of longing for what could have been and the ache of loss for what was. How so? Redding found me attempting to escape through the garden. I was a virtual prisoner in the house that night, Alexander. I would not have been there to meet you had you fulfilled your promise. She couldnt help but sigh, what with all the stirring of memories and feelings of loss. How did he find out? Alexander asked before glancing toward Redding. I dont know.

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I might have told him, he said absently while he glowered toward the other end of the table. Helene lowered her utensil and stared at Alexander. You told Redding about our plans to elope? Not intentionally. He gripped her hand. Oh Helene. Im sorry. The servants carried in the main meal including a buttered trout along with sliced, smoked ham and three varieties of garden vegetables. Helene could feel the frozen expression of politeness on her face. Redding had stopped her. He could have just as easily allowed her to discover Prestons failure to appear on her own. Why had he done that? And if Baron Preston loved her, why did he not at least ask her to come away with him now? Why come to Glen Arbor at all? The baron is casting a rather scathing look in your direction, Redding. What did you do to him? Vivs breasts were spilling over the top of her gown, nearly threatening to smother her trout. Stole his betrothed, since you asked. Plucked up the flower he so casually took for granted. Redding took a bite of his ham, pretending the tte--tte at the other end of the table was not happening. Whether Preston confessed all to Helene was yet to be seen. He wondered what Helenes reaction would be if Preston admitted to his inconstancy. Helene and the baron were to be married? She brushed her hand over Reddings arm. Oh darling. I think you are the one who got robbed. She doesnt show you the slightest affection. And look at her, mooning over the man. Viv pouted prettily, tracing a pattern over the back of his hand with one of her delicate fingers. I think she has an upset stomach. Viv leaned closer still. Ill bet she still dreams of him when you hold her in your arms. To that, Redding smiled. You of all women know the impossibility of that statement. Did you ever think of another man when I held you in my arms? Or after? Viv shrugged and attended to her meal, pretending that she wasnt the slightest bit jealous. Again he glanced toward the irritating couple at the other end of the table. It was one of the great hypocrisies of London. Of all England. One had to be civil to mortal enemies when sitting in polite company or with ladies. True, Viv didnt count but he still had his wife to consider, and not necessarily her delicate and refined manners. Hell and damnation! Helene had offered herself to him. And the offering required no grand gestures on his part.

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Baron-fucking-Preston was about to ruin his night of splendid passion. He could feel the cold draft emanating from Helene across the room and the fantasy of fucking his wife until sunrise disappeared in a bitter vapor. He had been making progress. All of that had evaporated the moment Preston walked across his threshold. Did the blockhead think he could march into Glen Arbor and steal his wife away? Redding, you arent paying me any attention. He faced Viv. How much do you want, Viv? Tell me right now and Ill make it happen. I want you gone tomorrow. Not on your profligate, wasteful life. Mimi is throwing some grand ball, so I hear, and I wish to be invited. Redding barked out a laugh and then coughed to hide his extreme amusement. Viv had always been entertaining. Do you wish to kill my grandmother? You know she will excuse herself from the party less than an hour after it begins. I can come after she is tucked away in her bed for the night. And I know youll be the dutiful grandson and make sure she is safe and sound before she exhausts herself with all the excitement of a ball. You are boring me, Viv. How much? The ball and one hundred pounds a month for five years. No ball and twenty-five pounds a month for one year. One year? So generous for being the mother of your only child. One would think the earldom was without resources. Guilt about Teddy isnt going to move me any longer. Viv concentrated on her food for a moment before she asked, You said the baron was your wifes former betrothed? How would she feel were I to entice the baron into bed for the night? I would imagine shed think you had something to do with it. Viv leaned her elbow on the table, propped her chin in the palm of her hand and stared wistfully at the two. Look at them. Thwarted in love by the cruel Earl of Redding. I would think another woman in the barons life would go a long way toward severing that relationship, wouldnt you, Eddie? Redding beat back the temptation to interfere. Yes, the idea had a certain diabolical appeal. And he wasnt above using Viv to get what he wanted, since he was going to outlay the cash to get rid of her anyway. With Helene, however, he could see the entire scheme blowing up most spectacularlya good deal like his much-anticipated fucking from earlier tonight. If he could not win Helene on his own, did he really want her? If Preston meant so much to her, anything he did would only earn her hatred and ruin the blooming prospects between husband and wife.

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Were I to encourage you or forbid you, youd do as you wished anyway, so dont use my shoulders to support your poor judgments. Fifty pounds a month for three years. Were Teddy alive, he would bear the awful burden of your skinflintishness. Is that a word? You can afford to be generous. Yes, I can, but I get nothing in return from you. Youve made promises before, Viv. Will it be any different this time? A slow smile spread across her face. I think Im going to bed the baron. Well see how much you are willing to pay then. Go right ahead. I have two things the baron doesnt have. More money and a lifetime with my wife to make amends for any wrong she thinks Ive committed. You havent said no to my last offer. Do we have a deal? No. I need more than that to live. I have no one to protect me. I need a nice home. You had a nice home with a staff of three. In ten years, Ill still be able to sing but my looks will be fading. Ill earn less money. Fifty pounds a month for ten years. And the ball. I can add, Viv. That was the same as your last offer. Forty pounds a month for seven years. Forty-five. Done. And you stay away from Preston. And Mimis ball? He nodded in agreement. Viviana squealed and threw her arms around his neck, her breasts nearly knocking over her wineglass in the process. You wont regret it, I promise. Based on the look on his wifes face, hed regret it plenty. Tomorrow, you go back to the dower house. No fuss. I dont want you underfoot. Viv smiled slyly but nodded in agreement. After the crme brle was served and eaten, they retired to the formal sitting room rather than his library. Preston remained standing. I really should be going before it gets much later. Theres an inn not five miles from here. Im sure your coach can make it, Redding added helpfully, wishing the baron would make a quick exit and that Helene would have no further reason to dream about life as a country barons wife. Nonsense. I will have a room prepared. The night isnt fit for travel, Helene said. Perhaps you are right. Miss Love would surely have a difficult time returning to the dower house, Redding added with utter politeness while pointedly staring down his wife.

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Fine, Ill have two rooms prepared, Helene said. She exited the room, bestowing a scolding glance at him before the door closed. Redding went to the sideboard and poured drinks for the unwelcome guests. Since his marriage, he was spending an inordinate amount of time over the liquor cabinet. The rain still beat against the house. A fierce, howling wind had picked up during dinner. Hed get on his knees before bedtime and pray that tomorrow was a clear day. He hadnt asked what they wished to drink, only poured out a dram of brandy, as he was having. He handed glasses to them before retrieving his own. Viv had seated herself beside the baron. Prestons tight-lipped expression was lost on Viv as she turned toward him and started chatting. Will you be returning to London tomorrow? Im not sure. If the weather holds, I may make an attempt, Preston said. Oh, why dont you stay? Im sure the dowager countess would love to have a minor noble in attendance at her ball for the new countess. There are so few in this part of the county. And I understand you are of some longstanding acquaintance with Reddings wife. Viv knew how to stir the embers. She had just won concessions from him and yet her comment swiped at both men. Viv, the baron is probably occupied with other business, Redding said, glancing at Preston to convey the secondary meaningyou are not welcome here. Helene swept into the room before Preston could answer. All is prepared. The footmen brought in your travel trunk, Alexander. And a clean gown is on your bed, Miss Love. Awkwardness descended on the little group as the three of them stared at each other. Redding felt very much the outsider as Viv angled for Preston, Preston gazed longingly toward Helene and Helene shot daggers at Viv. To hell with the two interlopers. He had every intention of bedding his wife tonight in spite of the temporary setback involving Prestons arrival. Maybe a thorough fuck was what she needed to get the man out of her mind. It was what Redding needed to get Helene out of his. Hed always found the prelude to fucking to be entertaining and in a few cases, more rewarding than the actuality of intercourse. He wondered what it would be like with Helene. Invitations such as his wife had given were rare opportunities. He could not imagine the thoughts that had led to her decision. She had seemed most willing to keep him at a distance in perpetuity. After gulping back his drink, he announced, We keep country hours at Glen Arbor. But I have yet to sing, Viv said with a pout. He had forgotten her insistence on being the center of attention and the star of the show. She lived every day of her life as if she were on stage.
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Baron Preston has been traveling much of the day, Miss Love. Im sure he would like to be abed, Helene said. She stood near the baron, ready to whisk him away from Vivs machinations, which seemed to be plain to everyone but the baron. Redding stood back, pleased that his darling wife played right into his hands. He didnt care that it was for Preston she was concerned or that she wished Miss Love to go to the devil with her singing. As long as the night ended with Helene naked and somewhere in the vicinity of his bed, he would be happy. But I always sing for the crowd, such as it is. She waved her hand to indicate present company. Have you ever heard me sing, Baron Preston? Attended one of my operas, perhaps? No, I have not been so fortunate. Im sure he is tired, Helene said. Redding strolled to Helenes side, intending to extricate himself and his wife from this entanglement before Helene did something rash. Or there was an imbroglio that would disrupt his plans for the next couple of hours. Or days. Truly, I dont mind if Miss Love wishes to entertain us, Preston said. I have friends whove told me that you are one of the finest opera singers of our day. Vivianas hand went to her chest. Oh Baron, that is the loveliest thing to say. Redding nearly rolled his eyes, while Helenes eyelids lowered dangerously. Miss Love had no idea she was about to have her red hair ripped from her scalp. Viv jumped up, smoothing at the lines of her dress and then patting her hair. How do I look? I wouldnt want you to go back to London and tell your friends that you got less than my best performance. Oh, I think were getting one of your best performances, Helene muttered under her breath, loud enough for him to hear. One song then. You dont mind, do you, Countess? Preston glanced at her and then eyed Redding in subtle challenge. Oh, the games people played. He could ruin Preston in Helenes eyes, but he had chosen a different path. He was the only one in the room vying for what was rightfully his. By all means. Redding? Helene asked, waiting for his nod of approval. He joined her in an effort to begin the foreplay for the evening. As she settled on the settee opposite Preston, Redding lowered himself close by her side and slid his arm behind her. His hand rested on the back of the small chaise, his fingers grazing lightly across her skin. Viviana surprised him by choosing Beethovens only opera, Fidelio. Her selection was a clear barb at him. He doubted the others knew German. Wer ein holdes Weib errungen. Who has got a good wife? Redding nearly snorted. Viv was nothing if not bold. A romantic aria would have been more suitable. Viv, however, had lived her life defying convention. Why change that now?
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Redding had not heard Viv sing for a number of years. Rich, pleasing tones filled the room. Beside him, Helene relaxed. He slid his free hand over hers and she did not react disapprovingly. For a few moments, the three of them allowed the opera to dispel the undercurrents of the evening and they simply enjoyed the song. Viviana was a talented singer, even Redding could admit that. He could imagine how her voice mesmerized and tantalized men of lesser constitution. Even with all of his experience, he had succumbed to her obvious charms. At the conclusion, she bobbed a polite curtsy and immediately looked to Redding and Preston for approval. The three of them clapped lightly. Brilliant, Miss Love, Preston said politely. Helene stood and thanked Viv, fulfilling her role as a gracious hostess and Reddings countess. After polite small talk, it was decided that they would retire. Redding was near to uttering a thanksgiving prayer that the evening had passed with reasonable civility. He followed the procession, wondering who would end up in whose bed. Tonight would be a good night to make sure he was in his wifes.

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Chapter Ten
The door between their bedchambers opened and Redding stood there, his shoulder braced against the wooden jamb, his arms folded across his chest. Helene was dressed comfortably, her hair unbound, waiting for Dora to return and brush it out. Her room was well-lit but Reddings masculine presence made the space around her shrink into an intimate, overly warm world. What are you doing here? she asked. Redding was the last person she wished to see. She was unbearably hurt by Alexanders admission. All along, she had thought shed disappointed Alexander. Knowing that he had not even come for her created a raw wound in her already battered heart. Was Redding complicit? Alexander would only admit to his transgression and bad judgment. He had not accused Redding of doing anything overt. But knowing Redding I would think that it was obvious, since you invited me. His heated stare grazed her from head to toe. Helene gripped the edges of her robe and pulled them together. The loose ties hung at her side but she would not reach for them while Reddings gaze hungrily devoured her dshabill. Anxiety swelled in her chest, as it did every time she was near Redding. She could see her chest lift and fall as the cadence of her breathing grew faster. You cant expect toto exert your husbandly rights this evening. Not when we have guests in the house. Ill make sure you dont scream. He strolled into her chamber, shutting the door behind him. She hurried to the other side of the bed, glancing to see the covers were turned down enticingly. Really, Redding, the night has been nothing short of a disaster. Can you not see I am distraught? Why? Why? Because my betrothed is in a room not four doors down. Former betrothed. And I could have him housed in the stables without a second thought. And I still can if you find his closeness as annoying as I do. You were rude to a guest this evening. It was only right that I invited him to stay. Miss Love, however, could have returned to the dower house without any difficulty. You could have sent a footman to facilitate the repairs. I think your invitation had more to do with jealousy than with manners.

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She was throwing herself at you! Her offer was for something Ive already had. Not much cause for jealousy in that. But with you, you suggested something much more enticing. Was your offer insincere? My offer was poorly timed. I expect you to be a gentleman and depart from my chambers. Helenes heart galloped in fear. He would take what was his. Every time he had come near her with his worldly and despicable intentions, he had gotten what he wanted, leaving her feeling perplexed and heartsick that she gave in with reluctant submission and secret longing. You have never believed me to be a gentleman, and I would not want to give you the impression that I am. If this is to prove a point about Alexander It isnt. He gripped the far bedpost and came around the end of the bed toward her. The wall was behind and beside her. The bed was her only avenue of escape. Scampering across the bed on all fours was very undignified but she would do it if she had to. I promise. Some other night. Just not tonight. Please, she said, trying a different tack. Redding wasnt unreasonable. Surely he could be convinced that deflowering her tonight was against her wishes. What are you afraid of? That Alexander might hear? Or that you might enjoy it with me and forget all about him? He shrugged and the silky robe he wore slid down his arms, pooling on the carpet at the end of the bed. He came around the final bedpost on her side and stared at her. Heat crept up her face at the sight of him. Redding was nakedchiseled like a statue made of Italian marble, the artistic lines of chest, shoulders and arms making her wish she had talent beyond that of brush and easel. I desire my wife. Im entitled to have her. Would you not do your wifely duty? You could have had me any night up until now. She could think only of Preston, in her home, and tonight of all nights, she was to lie with her husband. The thought caused a distinct ache from her chest to her belly. It seemed like the ultimate betrayal. She realized her mistake. Redding would do it just to prove that he could. To purge Alexander from her mindor to try at any rate. Helene, dont make me the villain. Ive been patient. I wasnt the one who attempted to elope to Gretna Green the night before her respectable and noble marriage. I wasnt the one who offered my spouse a night of passion and then failed to deliver. I have thought of nothing else since your suggestion. What about your mistress? Redding laughed roughly. Dont make excuses where there are none. She hasnt been my mistress for over ten years. And she will never be again. Can you say the same about Preston?
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We were not lovers. Well, on that score, we are about to find out, arent we? He was within arms length of her. Reaching out, he used his fingers to separate her robe. Lower your hands, Helene. You know there is pleasure to be had. Why do you fight me? Its not you, she said. The words came out in a rush. His hands were more insistent. The material of her gown slipped through her fingers. At her shoulders, he pushed the robe back and it too slid in a heap. The flimsy rail was nearly see-through. Her nipples tightened against the fabric. Her breasts ached. She hated that she wanted him. She hated that, in the end, it was foolish to resist him. His appeal was in his appearance, yes, but there was something else about him that frightened and drew her like the proverbial moth to the scorching flame. He was heat. And fire. She closed her eyes, trying to think, trying to say something that would dissuade him from taking this from her when she was so unprepared. And so vulnerable. Remove your rail. He placed one hand on her hip and slid it backward, cupping her bottom and pulling her ever closer. Words of denial reached her lips but she didnt say them, remembering Reddings insistence on obedience. She gripped the material, lifted it up and over her head. Reddings hands were at her waist. She clutched at his shoulders, feeling dizzy and hot. His body heat wrapped around her. His scent filled her nostrils. The urge to stroke her hands over his body was hard to resist. Touch and feel often made her paintings come to life. She had touched her own breasts when she wanted to understand the nuances and fine shape for her drawings. Would exploring those hard contours and strange muscles of his body help in drawing him better? Her fingers itched to explore without the intense regard of his gaze. The curious, hard-tipped erection touched her stomach as he joined their bodies. Guilty need fought with righteous denials. There were so many reasons to refuse him. He pressed his lips to her neck. She gasped at the warm, moist contact. Edward, dont, she said. The stinging slap of his hand against her bottom jolted her senses. Hot air came rushing from her mouth and therebetween her legsthe aching desire caused a moist wash of craving that made her want to lie on the bed and open her legs. To let his mouth bring her pleasure. Or his hands or his manhood. Her bottom tingled where his hand had connected to her flesh. She did not understand her reaction to the slight pain or the urgent frenzy it caused in her body. Edward, she said again, begging. Her hands clutched at his shoulders and her head lolled back. He pressed his mouth to her protruding breast and suckled. Her limbs went limp. Helene moaned, suddenly without a will to do anything but exist.
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Redding held her securely and edged her toward the bed. He lowered her to the downy mattress. She struggled to find security. Stay, he ordered. Her bottom was nearly off the bed. Redding lifted her legs to his shoulders and he bent forward. The white-hot heat of his erection lay against the wet folds between her legs, where he rubbed the length of his arousal. Even the fear of his first invasion did not dampen her excitement. She clenched her eyes, attempting to block the sight of his perfection. Yes, she uttered. Yes. The first gentle prod brought a renewed frenzy. She arched her back and wiggled her bottom, wanting to be closer. His hands slid down her legs and cupped her ass cheeks, lifting her slightly, forcing her to do his will. Do you want me, Helene? he asked. Yes, damn you. Yes. Just do it, Redding. And dont stop. Helene felt the joyful intrusion. His invading thickness stretched her. Excited her. Then, a tearing fire burned through her as Redding pushed deep and hard. She did scream. Tears seeped from her eyes and she fought to get away from him. He clasped her legs. Breathe, Helene. The pain will go away. Get out of me. It hurts. He leaned forward, causing his thickness to penetrate farther, deeper. He planted his knees at the edge of the bed, wedging her into further submission. Shhh. Close your eyes. His hands kneaded at her breasts. Slow, circular motions. His palms and fingers working some magic that made her lethargic and relaxed. That made the pain diminish. Then he caressed the rest of herdown her arms, her legs and buttocks. Her face. His hands cupped her face and he placed several light kisses against her lips. The first rocking motion of his hips brought another brief spasm of pain, but nothing like his forceful entry. He allowed her legs to slide downward and drape over his thighs, spreading her farther. His hands moved to her hips as the thrusting increased. Finally she glanced at him. His gaze was fixed to the place between her legs where his manhood burrowed inside her. His hips surged in slow, even thrusts. When he glanced up at her, he smiled. Shed seen that smile before, when he was in the throes of passion, looking as if he were drugged or full of drink. His hips canted in a strained rhythm. For a blissful moment, she envisioned painting him, lost in his wicked splendor. The thought took her breath away. She tried to control her carnal imaginings when she painted but some unknown, strange part of her enjoyed the subtle secrets of the body.

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And now, she had the added knowledge of discoverythe pleasures so long hidden from the innocent she was, revealed by Reddings sensual tutelage. She struggled beneath him, wanting to free herself from his embrace. His wicked spell. Could it be called anything but a devilish enchantment when Alexander was in her home and she could not conjure his face? Did she even know what love was? Had Redding made her lose all sense of self and intelligence? Was he a sorcerer that he could make her forget Alexander as if he didnt exist? Her body tightened under Reddings relentless onslaught. She did not have to give in to his control. Helene, stop fighting me, he said, whispering near her ear. He doesnt love you. At his accusing words, tears seeped from her eyes. Redding pressed his lips to the side of her face. And you dont love him. The unkindness of Reddings words tore through her. Fury sprang up in her. She couldnt deny the truth of his statements, his hurtful barbs. She pushed at him. Redding laughed before he suckled at her neck. You dont know what love is, he said. And you do? She shoved at him again. He thrust into her deep, pinning her in an unbreakable vise. Reddings mouth descended to her breast while one hand slid between her legs. She gasped. She clawed at his shoulders, tearing stripes down each arm. He shackled her wrists with a tender grip and pinned her arms to the bed. Are you resisting so Preston wont hear the sound of your pleasure? She fought him because she did not want him to be right. She did not want him to have so much control over her mind and body. She clenched her teeth. Redding withdrew in one quick move and rolled her to her stomach, laying her more fully on the bed. He knelt between her legs. She attempted to push up only to feel Reddings chest against her back. His legs nudged her wide while he pushed one strong hand against the middle of her back. I had hoped to treat you with more gentle sport, Helene. Helene tensed in anticipation. The seep of moisture between her legs happened quickly. Reddings hand landed with a sharp sting against her backside and she screamed into the blankets. For all of Reddings masterful strokes, the quick slap had her craving him as if she were a dying woman. She had always known she was a little different. Her art had shown that. Reddings commands and her wanton response confirmed it.

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He slapped her again, on the opposite side. Helenes muscles tightened from her toes to her shoulders as she arched up against him. Reddings thick cock invaded her again, sliding easily inside her sheath and not stopping until he was fully buried. She clenched around him. One of his hands grabbed a handful of her breast and teased mercilessly while he pumped in and out of her. The frenzy she had tried to fight welled up stronger. She surged against him, pulling away as he did and pushing her bottom against his groin as he planted himself into her again and again. She shuddered. Her breath came harder. A sheen of sweat coated her face and wet tendrils stuck to her neck. She never wanted him to stop. She never wanted to think past this moment. It was Redding deep in her. Suddenly, she wanted to see him and see all that he was doing to her, but he had her covered so thoroughly, his body weight kept her prisoner. A surge of renewed energy shot through her. Her spine tingled and she felt the tension in her feet and toes. Redding, she gasped. Her eyes flew open. Her fingers gripped the sheets beneath her as she bucked. Redding went deep. Her sheath clutched him, pulling, gripping tight around him. She sank for a moment and then gripped again as she soared upward, leaving Redding and her cares behind. Higher and higher she went. There was no end to it. She hung suspended before she crashed, racking waves beating against her, her sheath contracting madly and uncontrollably against Reddings hard, imbedded flesh. Wherever she was, she sensed Reddings nearness and felt his euphoria when her insides warmed and he tensed and groaned behind her. The grip of sleep came over her, the tiny pulses beating inside her, lulling her safely away. In the morning, she would tell him she didnt love him. In a sexual daze, Redding rolled from his wife onto his back. He stared at the lacy bed canopy for several minutes as his body cooled, his racing mind slowed and his heart rate returned to normal. Pleasure still shot through him in receding pulses. His cock still ached with the raw gratification of a thorough ejaculation. He glanced at her, now sleeping and still on her stomach, one hand fisted and bunched under her chin. The proof of her virginity coated his cock with splotchy stains and on her thigh he could see a streak of red. Pushing through that damn hymen had been a reliefa chore he was glad was behind him. What he found on the other side was a surprise. She had fought him, wore him ragged trying to help her achieve orgasm and then turned into a hellcat once she determined that sex with him wasnt an evil thing.

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Hell, what would she be like when she knew what she was doing? Or had some regard for him? He rolled into a sitting position and then surged upward to stand beside the bed. He bent and scooped up his naked wife. She curled into his warmth while he carried her into his bedroom, since he was most unwilling to sleep in the limited confines of her dainty and feminine bed. And unwilling to sleep the night away without the likely prospect of additional intercourse at some point during the night. Virginal considerations be damned, if he could coax her into it, he was going to fuck her again. And again. She hummed when he lowered her to the bed and pulled the covers over her. Redding washed. He poured a drink and returned to the bed, slipping in beside Helene. One thing was certain, he did not know his wife. He sipped at his drink and with his free hand, rubbed his fingers over the scratches down his arm. He wasnt bleeding. As much as he wished to solve the mystery of Helene, his mind pondered the fate of his unwelcome houseguests. He would somehow persuade Preston to take Viviana back to London, thus disposing of both problems. They werent a distraction to him, but Helene seemed particularly upset by the duo. Redding wasnt impressed with either of them. He knew their tawdry secrets. What interested him were the secrets in his wifes head. What did she see when she drew naked women and lustful men? What else had she drawn that she wouldnt carelessly leave lying about? Thats what he wanted to see. Did lustful cravings drive her? Or was it a simple curiosity that he would satisfy with a few nights in his bed? He chuckled at the idea of her being a virgin. It was a wonder she hadnt found a way to resolve her cravings through something other than her art, for he had no doubt that was the underlying motivation for her to draw such provocative pictures. An erection had sprouted between his legs as he wondered about Helenes hidden proclivities. He set aside his empty glass. A thin blanket covered her and he tugged at it, revealing her breasts. Palming the lush flesh, he kneaded gently, arousing her with slow deliberation. He wanted her lubricated and excited when she woke, though his prodigious ejaculation would probably keep her slick until morning. He wanted her tearing at his back and biting at his neck with each orgasm. His hand slid to her other breast while his mouth descended, taking in the beaded nipple he had brought to a fine, hard point. He rolled it between his lips and his tongue before he gently sucked. His erection surged against her leg.

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When he slipped a hand between her legs, she finally moaned. With a certain amount of finesse learned from years with a variety of lovers, he stroked along the creamy folds of her skin, dipping into the tight sheath that had pleasured him so well an hour ago. Yes, she was wet from excitement and his semen. She would hate that shed had no opportunity to cleanse herself. Hed always thought nature had planned poorly. Four arms would have worked so much better for men. Helene writhed in slow, tortured movements, wakefulness near. His cock was at the ready. Her sheath was slippery. His finger slid with ease in and out of her body. At the little pleasure nub, he circled and tugged. Her eyelids fluttered and her mouth opened as she took in a deep breath. Redding rolled, sweeping the blankets away as he mounted her. Legs spread wide, he straddled her while his cock slipped downward. He braced himself on his elbows to keep from crushing her. With one hard thrust, he was deep into her. Helene gasped, coming awake in the hard grip of pleasure. Redding, she said, her voice husky. Im going to shag you all night, Helene, he whispered in her ear. She gasped lightly while her hands dug into his lower back. Tell me what you think about when my cock is buried inside you. She hummed, as if she dreamed about his erection. Her eyelids flitted and she arched her neck. Tell me. Do you like it? Faster, she whispered, in what Redding thought might have been his dream coming to life. Helene lay under him, unresisting, pliant, warm and open like a blooming flower. Each stroked downward brought a soft moan. Her arms brushed up his back, her fingers caressed the lines of his shoulders and over his biceps. Her fingers practically danced over his skin, stroking, learning the feel of him. She hadnt opened her eyes, but a sleepy smile played at her lips. He canted his hips, stroking upward, the head of his cock thrusting deep into her. He placed his mouth over her breast and suckled. Her strident pleas and urgent movements were soon at a fever pitch. Squeeze me, darling Helene. He lodged himself. Helene tensed underneath him and the first grip of her sheath around his cock had him breathless. Tight and virginal and clutching at him with enough force to make him dizzy. Cum tightened his balls dangerously. He started hard thrusting, grunting with each push.
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A low moan built in Helenes throat. She opened her mouth. He crushed back her scream with his open mouth, shoving his tongue deep and tasting of her passion as she arched into him, coming violently underneath him while cum shot from his cock in hot torrents. Pulsing beats thrummed around his cock. He kissed her until he felt her relax and the fierce clenching ease. His cock slipped from her sheath but he still lay over her. Shed kissed tentatively at first, but like the apt pupil she was had answered, using her tongue as he did. Sliding, battling, tasting until he gently pulled away to replace the sexual kiss with tender, soft touches of his lips against her skin. He pressed his mouth to her ear. What were you painting? She gasped, not in pleasure. He glanced at her and she stared back wide-eyed and fully awake. I wasnt. He didnt call her on the falsehood. Her earlier expression belied her words. The way her touch had caressed his skin had been about discovery, not just pleasure. Hers was the touch of an artist, not just a lover. Tell me, he cajoled. She turned her face away but didnt urge him to remove himself. She bit at her lip. There is no shame in your drawings. If you enjoy your art and it brings you pleasure, what does it matter what anyone else thinks? No one would understand what I draw, she confessed. Her watery gaze sought his approval. You draw what you feel and see. But Im a woman. And no one wants a woman to paint anything but the most formal, boring portraits and bucolic murals. I cant even go to art school. Not one of the best schools will take women. And now Im married. He rolled slightly, settling on his side, his hand resting between her breasts, the other hand propping his head to look down at her. Im not going to stop you from drawing. Thats generous of you. Her sarcastic tone made him laugh. Helene closed her eyes and said nothing else. Youve never had professional help? Instruction? Just my governess. She encouraged me, but I had to learn on my own. Art books. Copying other works. She smiled then but didnt open her eyes. The Marchioness of Foxleyshes the Duchess nowallowed me to borrow one of her Turners a few months ago. She opened her eyes when she realized her faux pas. Oh. Im sorry. About what? The duchess. Everyone talks about her. And you. Im sorry to disappoint. It isnt true, much as I foolishly chased after her.
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She is beautiful, like a sinful Madonna. I like her. My family wasnt so charitable though. Shes more than people realize. Do you love her? You mean like I love Viviana? Helene rubbed her nose with her finger. I dont want to talk about Miss Love. Or any women you know. That might limit our conversations in the future. There are so many. She elbowed him and he grunted with laughter. He sobered, not wanting to discuss any part of his past with her. I want you to continue painting. Her brows rose in surprise. You will let me? Freely? Let? Lady Redding, you surprise me. It costs money to paint, she said chidingly. Lots of money if one is to do it right. Frames, canvas, paint, brushes, charcoal, sketchbooks. How do you manage now? A small stipend from my grandfathers estate. Mother and Father think I am foolish in my artistic attempts and that I waste the money. I will increase your pin money to accommodate your needs. He supposed the marriage contracts made mention of her stipend, but he did not recall. Nevertheless, he was casual about her pin money when it was established and now that he understood her need, the additional allowance would reap manifold benefits. He was no damn patron of the arts like Louis Ederline, but he did understand the value of making a woman happy. She rolled to face him. You would do that? He nodded. Helene smiled deeply, her eyes shining with gratitude. He slipped his fingers through her hair and leaned to kiss her. The reception was warm and enthusiastic, her lips pliable and soft. His cock stirred again. Would she consider it duplicity for him to have offered her a chance at her dream and then expect immediate repayment with a fucking? Instead of pursuing his immediate, selfish interest, hed plot for the long term. He had a moment of clarity when, for the first time, he recognized an unforeseen benefit of marriage. Sex was only as far away as his wife. He rolled to his back and brought her along, tucking her in the embrace of one shoulder. With a few strokes, he caressed her bare arm. For an instant, she hesitated, holding her hand above his heart. He gripped her fingers and laid her palm against his chest. Her breath tickled against his skin.

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Peaceful moments such as this were rare in his life. And more and more, they centered around Helene. If wondering about a woman the way Redding wondered about his wife was an indication of domesticity, he was well on his way to being tamed. I was painting you, she whispered.

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Chapter Eleven
When Redding opened his eyes, he was disappointed that it still rained. The gentle patter against the window was the kind to lull a man into a languorous morning interlude with his naked wife. Instead, he reluctantly rolled from bed, leaving his newly deflowered bride tucked warmly under the covers. His singular mission this morning had been to dispatch Preston on his way to a nearby inn and Viviana back to the dower house. The uncooperative weather might hamper his plans. He didnt bother ringing for Vincent. Since hed had the plumbing installed, there was much less coming and going and while in the country, he enjoyed the days of casual dress. Besides, he planned to rejoin his wife after a few chores. With a last long glance at his wife, he departed. After he arranged for flowers from the greenhouse, Redding arrived at the breakfast table early, intending to dine alone. Preston sat at the table, enjoying Reddings newspaper and his breakfast. Problems sleeping, Baron? Redding asked as he helped himself to the small assortment of breakfast food. He forked several rashers of bacon, a steak and a heap of scrambled eggs seasoned with onions, chives and peppers before claiming his place at the head of the table. What did you tell her? Nothing. Your secret is safe. Redding took his seat. He had the prize, there was no need to gloat. Excessively. Why not? What did I have to gain? Would she have thought better of me for it? Doubtful. Instead, she would have believed me to be a liar, out to impugn the pristine reputation of the esteemed Baron Preston. Little does she know youre a whoring drunkard. I will tell her the truth then. All of it. Dont bother. I think she has figured most of it out. Or rather, you. I concede that you are allowed your smugness given that you ended up with Helene, but she deserved better. She deserved you, you mean. I would have been good to her. Redding chewed on his bacon and then said, Might I offer a suggestion? And please, I give this with great thoughtfulness and, of course, my extensive experience with women. Naturally. And I should listen to the advice of a reprobate murderer?
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I dont duel after eight, but in your case, I might make an exception. Strange. From you, I would have expected to be shot in the back. Id be happy to oblige. Dont let the fact that your wife loves me stand in your way. Redding tsked. Strange how an orgasm can make a woman forget that she has ever had another lover. Prestons jaw clenched. It pleased Redding greatly to be the burr under Prestons saddle. That there were two women between them only made his present victory the sweeter. He could trade barbs with Preston all day, but in the end, Redding knew Helene was his. You never loved Helene. My gain fortunately. But Anne was another story, Redding said. I dont need a lecture from you on my relationship with the duchess. You treated her like the woman you wanted her to be, not like the woman she was. You would have done it to Helene too, had I not come along. You see, your relationship was doomed before it ever started, so I suppose in the end, it was good that I found you before you could make a fool of yourself, whisking my betrothed away to Scotland. Preston threw his linen napkin on the table and pushed the chair backward, scraping against the polished wooden floor. I will depart as soon as the roads are passable. For Helenes sake, I think it is for the best. You self-righteous prick. Enjoy the glow of your honeymoon. When the shine wears off and Helene opens her eyes to your single constancy, an empty bed in her room, shell see you for what you area cheating, hedonistic degenerate. Havent you heard? Reformed rakes make the best husbands. I think I might like living my life as a clich. What about you? Will you forever enjoy being the lover scorned? Prestons tense stance relaxed and he almost smiled. Miss Love tells me there is a ball to be hosted by your grandmother. Did I tell you I met her two years ago at Bath? I dont think an invitation would be hard to come by. Redding would have been more satisfied had Preston stormed out. Instead, Preston glanced at his watch and strolled out as if he had nothing better to do. Returning to his meal, Redding picked up his steak knife and sliced off a thin strip. He smiled. He still had nothing to complain about. Helene had been a delicious piece of fluff one he was going to enjoy again. Very soon. Halsey, his man of affairs, waited for him in the library. The short, wiry man had been his fathers agent as well, and the arrangement suited Redding now. Halsey knew Glen Arbor and the lesser estates better than he did.

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After they discussed last nights rainfall and the impact it would have on the crops, Halsey said, The dowager countess has asked me to locate an ice sculpture for the ball she is planning. I take it you were aware of her extravagances? An ice sculpture? Something she read about in the paper last winter. Donovan told her one couldnt be found on such short notice and I tend to agree. One would think her authority would diminish whilst she lay abed a helpless invalid. From her mouth To Reddings ear. No ice sculpture. Ill break the news to her later this morning. Forty dozen long-stemmed roses. For the love ofhas she forgotten we have four greenhouses full of flowers? Talk to the gardener. Tell him whatever he comes up with needs to be more impressive than forty dozen long-stemmed roses. Your note mentioned something about a problem at the dower house? Halsey asked. Yes, can you send some men down for repairs? A guest mentioned that the roof is leaking. I cant imagine that it should be. The roof was replaced last fall. Im sure it was in my report to you, my lord. That damn Viv! Nonetheless, have one of the groundskeepers check. I want to have my facts straight before I call someone a liar. Certainly. And finally, the bills for the third floor renovation are arriving. Speaking of extravagance Its a surprise for my wife. Another one? I sent for the bracelet you requested. Excellent. That should be all then. Redding felt good. He took the steps upstairs two at a time and reached his door only to find he was a little short of breath and extremely anxious to reach the other side of his room. He turned the knob slowly and slipped inside. Helene sat on the side of the bed with a sheet wrapped around her body, the dark gold of her hair lay in perfect dishevelment over her shoulders. She held a note, presumably the one he had written right before breakfast to be delivered with the flowers. The three arrangements were at her bedside, the fragrance already filling the room. She faced him. There were tears in her eyes. Please dont be upset, Edward. Ill get rid of them. Why would I want you to do that? Theyre from Baron Preston. He sent a note.
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Helene could not face Redding. Not after last night. And why on Gods green earth had Baron Preston sent her flowers? And while he was a guest in her husbands home? Reddings anger emanated across the room in harsh waves. Im not upset with you, Helene, he finally said. He reached for the note, which she gave up willingly. After last night, she no longer had a link to Preston. She was Reddings wife in every sense of the word. Without consummation, she had held a faint spark of hope that she could be rescued. By Alexander. Foolish, foolish woman that she was. Now, with Redding standing over her, she realized that she had never needed rescuing. They had made amiable progress in their marriage. Enough to give her hope that she would not despise Edward forever, as she had imprudently predicted. She stood and reached for the bell pull. The flowers had to go. Redding looked up. What are you doing? Calling for a servant. They can take the flowers away. No. Leave them. I dont mind. She noticed the subtle shift as he crunched the note in his hand and stuffed it in his pocket. The odd expression on his face made Helene swallow hard and grip the sheet about her much more tightly. With him, her body reacted in unpredictable ways. Even now, her heart beat wildly, galloping madly. And from her chest to low in her belly, she ached with such longing she felt faint from it. Reddings eyelids lowered. He reached for the placket covering his groin and worked at the buttons there. I want you, Helene. Mens responses to situations had always baffled her. Redding was angry, yet wanted to have intercourse with her. She glanced downward to see that his arousal supported that notion. The sheet, please. But its daylight. When Redding reached for her covering, her fingers gave way, weakly submitting. Cool air brushed against her skin as it fell away. She wanted to hide, yet she wanted him to find her beautiful. In the end, she stood, only her face was turned away from his open regard. From the corner of her eye, she watched as Redding ripped the shirt from his body, sat on the bed to remove his boots and then his trousers. When he stood, her gaze followed, taking in his overwhelming perfection. She wished that he belonged to her. All of him. That she could touch and pet and soothe her hands over his skin when she wished. To know that his strength would be hers.

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He held out his hand, palm up. She placed her fingers in his hard grip and he led her the few steps to the bed. He gripped her waist and turned her to face the bed. Place your hands on the bed. Bend over. She hesitated. Are you punishing me for what Baron Preston did? Hes no longer your concern. Strangely, it felt that way. Being bedded by Redding had somehow changed things. Bend over, Helene. Spread your legs and show me your bottom. What are you going to do? she asked. His words caused the sheath between her legs to clench. She was starting to understand that the wetness pooling there was for him. Im not going to hurt you. Unless you wish it. Helene near sagged at the shocking offer. Would any sane person wish it? Did he know her secrets? She lowered her hands to the bed, feeling awkward and unsure. Her breasts swayed with the movement. The pungent scent of their lovemaking from last night filled her nostrils. He stroked her bottom. His body heat touched her first, then she felt the tip of his erection and the length of his legs move in behind her. He slid his hands up her back and then around to her breasts. He latched on to them, kneading deeply. Helene lowered her head, her hair sliding and bunching in a mess around her. The tip of his cock brushed against the sensitive folds between her legs. The hard thrust caught her off guard. She gasped as he filled her, pushing deep, forcing her forward. Her hands dug into the bedding at the tender ache his forceful entry caused. The hard grip of his hands held her hips while he pounded into her, thrusting in and out with long, perfect strokes. Again, she had that awful, sinful need to see what he was doing to her. She wanted to know what Redding saw and felt, but didnt know how to ask. Instead, she moaned into the covers. He filled her, the pleasure of the inward movement making her vision dim. She clamped down, trying to keep him inside her. Trying to keep him deep. Tell me what you want, he said, his own breathing sounding rough and raw to her ears. She shook her head. She didnt know what she wanted. Only that she wanted to feel. Her legs trembled. She searched for the release that Redding so easily provided. She pushed back against his thrusts. She groaned, feeling the rise of desire.

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Redding withdrew. Helene groaned in frustration, slamming her fist into the bed. On the bed, on all fours, he commanded. Blindly, obediently, she complied. Breathless, she waited for him, knowing he would return forcefully and fully. He traced a finger up her spine. She shivered under his touch. His cock slid down the crevasse of her bottom. Sliding his fingers into her hair, he clutched a handful and pulled her head back. A cheval mirror stood in the far corner and she caught a glimpse of them on the bed. Her breasts hung like fruit. The woman in the mirror was her, but unlike anything she had ever envisioned. She watched as Redding lifted his hand. Her body coiled. His hand landed with a smart thwack. Helene screamed and went to her elbows. Redding pushed into her again. Her release happened quickly. Sharp pleasure swept over her body. She arched, taking all of him as he plunged into her. Openmouthed, she tried to call his name, but the breathless, consuming rise held her, gripping at her womb as she soared higher and higher. When she reached the pinnacle, her body jerked, tugging and squeezing at his fullness in sharp, quick contractions. Settling, coming back to earth and reality, she heard Redding behind her groan and pour himself into her, thrusting a final few times before his hand landed on the bed, holding himself over her. She glanced in the mirror again. Reddings straight hair hung over his brow, his shoulders lifting and his chest heaving as he sought to control his own racing reactions. Wicked. Lord. Redding. And she was his wicked wife.

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Redding ran the water for a bath and called to her. Helene crawled from the bed, her legs weak. Her embarrassment strong. Theres no need to cover yourself, wife. Ive seen more of you than you have. She couldnt help but smile at his humor. She approached the bath and he held her hand as she stepped in. Thank you. The tub was full of warm water and suds, the scent something that exuded Redding. She sank in the water to below her chin. Her body ached from Reddings sexual aggressiveness. Was it only last night she was the virginal wife, the innocent maid? Redding was a disciplined and determined tutor. With his intense sexual demands, he was also determined to make her forget all about Baron Preston. Redding pulled a chair beside the tub and sat. He was still naked and obliviously uncaring of that fact. His legs were propped on a rung of the chair and they were

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spread wide, his cock dangled in an eye-catching display that caused Helenes face to redden. I wish to put the matter of Preston behind us, once and for all. I am your wife, Redding. I know my duty is to you. Im not talking about duty. Im talking about your will. Earlier, I asked Preston to leave once the roads are passable. When he does, I expect the matter to be put to rest. If you are determined to love him, so be it, but he will not come here again. You will not send him notes nor accept those he might send. Finally, I am not ordering you to do these things, Im asking you. If we are to have any chance at contentment, it must be this way. Did you do something to him, to prevent our elopement? She swished her hand in the water. He sighed. That story is for Preston to tell. I was there to prevent my betrothed from making a monumental mistake. Will you allow me to speak with him before his departure? Your marriage wasnt consummated. You could have thrown your honor to the wind and left with him. Why didnt you? He didnt ask me. How does that make you feel? She stared into his eyes, wanting to answer the most difficult question of her life. How did she feel about losing what she thought was a true love? How did she feel about this fascination building toward the temptation that was Redding? Im your wife. That is all the feeling Im allowed. No, it isnt. It is not enough for me that you accept your circumstance. I want you to embrace your circumstance and be content in your decision. Redding stood, dipped his hand in the water and washed his drooping manhood before turning away. She watched as he dressed in the same tan trousers and linen shirt. She plucked the washcloth up along with a sliver of soap resting beside the tub. Lathering, she rubbed the cloth over her neck and face and then downward to her feet. Redding had sat on the bed to pull on his boots. His face betrayed nothing of his thoughts about Preston or their conversation. When he had every right to be angry, he stayed calm, exhibiting a rationality she had not thought he possessed. He sat on the bed for several minutes staring at the flowers. She proceeded to wash her hair. Redding stood beside her when the water cleared from her eyes. Let me help.

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He reached for a pitcher, filled it with clean water, poured it over her head and washed the soap away. She brushed away the tendrils of hair before glancing up at Redding. Helene, do you imagine that my servants would help Prestons cause over mine? Those flowers came from my greenhouses. Greenhouses that Preston was unaware of, having never been at Glen Arbor. Who do you suppose really sent those flowers? She sat up and looked at him. He set the pitcher aside, turned away and left the room. Bracing her hands against the rim of the tub, she glanced over her shoulder at the magnificent bouquets. She gritted her teeth. Was she the biggest fool in existence? Or was she so desperate to believe the first man who professed his love that her brain no longer functioned? She should stick to her painting and forget all about men, husbands and love. Dora came into his room a few minutes later and helped with drying her before they went back to her chambers. Helene sat by the fire while her hair dried. Her mind was full of Redding as she remembered the night past. Dora assisted Helene, dressing her in a muslin gown and then fixing her hair in a simple coronet. The rain had finally stopped. The weather seemed to be obedient to Reddings proclamation that the houseguests be gone. If Preston were leaving soon, Helene would need to talk to him now. It was time to end her misplaced infatuation. It was unfair to Redding and she was tired of having her heart shredded by doubt and unfulfilled love. She found Alexander reading in one of the small antechambers on the first floor. Mimis room was above and here, the view from the windows showed the gardens and grounds bathed in wet droplets and mist. The servants had opened two windows and the distinct smell of country and rain-fresh air filled the room. He stood when she entered the room and then bowed properly. Lady Redding. May I have the note my husband intended to deliver to me? Helene wasnt feeling mean. She just wanted the truth. She held out her hand, expecting Alexander to oblige her. Alexander snapped the book closed and reached into his pocket. What did you hope to accomplish? she asked, accepting the folded paper. A desperate measure by a desperate man. Youre not desperate. He turned away and walked to the bank of windows, his hands clasped behind his back. You never loved me, did you? she asked. No, I love another. A woman I cannot have. The Duchess of Pelham. I had hoped to move on, believing that my feelings for the duchess would diminish if I married. I was wrong. After your father ended our betrothal, I felt a little uneven, as it were. I foolishly proposed our elopement. I beg your apologies. My heart was not in it. It was extremely ungentlemanly of me and you did not deserve to be hurt in such a way.
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You would have married me? Loving another? That might be the most hurtful thing of all. She had been forced into her situation because she was a woman. Alexander? He had no such limitations. I thought it would help me to overcome those feelings. I am fond of you, Helene. Truly. Fond? A person was fond of their cat. He had been only fond of her and he had been willing to ruin her reputation by absconding with her to Gretna Green? It happens all the time. Marriage is a business arrangement, Helene. Surely you can see that with your marriage to Redding. He doesnt love you either. He never said he did. But you did, Alexander. You made me believe a lie. My tender feeling for you was a good place to start a marriage. But passion would have been so much better. Tell me, what did Redding have to do with it? How she prayed that Redding wasnt the knave in this drama. Im not sure. He found me. Drunk. He attempted to take me home but I refused his assistance. We had words. Im not even sure what I told him, but obviously, I told him about the elopement. I departed his carriage at a brothel, Madame Dupuis, if you wish to know. It was there I spent the night. I have never behaved so dishonorably, Helene. I am sorry how Ive hurt you. Why did you even come here? I would have been content believing that you cared. In time, my feelings would have diminished. I could have gone on respecting you. Believing in you. When I heard you had come to Glen Arbor rather than depart for Paris on your honeymoon, I came to my senses and determined that I should set things right. I felt monstrously guilty. He forced a smile. Will you? Will you allow me my sleep at night? I am sorry that you cannot have the woman you want. It does not seem to work out for all of us. I do forgive you. We might have been entitled to run away prior to my marriage. Not now. Now there can be nothing between us because I have made a vow. I understand. I had planned to leave, but the dowager countess has now heard that I am here and wellshe is difficult to deny. You will be staying at the inn until the ball? He nodded. Alexander turned to face her, his expression pained. My mistake was believing that a woman with a good heart automatically makes her a candidate for marriage. They usually do, Alexander, and its certainly better than a wicked one. Keep looking for that kind of woman. Ive no doubt youll find her. She held up the note. Why this? A pissinga parting shot at a competitor. Ask your husband. He understands why.

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There is a lovely walkway down by the lake, if you are so inclined. Perhaps you can take Miss Love. Alexander laughed. She would eat me alive, Helene. Better to stay on safe ground inside the house. Helene turned to leave but faced him once more. You did the right thing, Alexander. I dont love you either. Redding is only going to hurt you in the end. Alexander, you do not get to judge. At least I know what he isnta liar. If all I get from him is what I have now, then I will be the most content of women.

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Helene climbed the steps and walked the length of the hall toward Mimis room. Twitches and aches in her lower body reminded her of the night and morning past. After her visit with Mimi, she intended to sketch rather than daydream about her time with Redding. The daily visit was both a challenge, as Mimi seemed intent on ruling the roost, and it was a joy, as Helene got to hear a multitude of stories about Redding as a young boy. Miss Travers opened the door and welcomed her. Redding was sitting comfortably on Mimis bed, one arm propping him up. Numerous pillows were tucked around Mimi and the covers were pulled up over her chest. A small book of poetry and her reading glasses lay on the bed beside her. Helene, dear, do come in. Edward and I were just discussing the ball. We must have an ice sculpture. Dont you agree? An ice sculpture? she asked hesitantly, glancing between Edward and his grandmother. But its summer, where would we get such a thing? Mr. Halsey can surely find one in London. The ball is less than a week away, Mimi. And Ive said no. I will not pay for such an extravagance only to have it melt away during the evening. But Lady Forester had one at her ball during the Little Season last year, Mimi said. Helene would do well to learn the subtle skills of manipulation that Mimi employed with ease. Lady Foresters husband is nagged to death too. No sculpture. Mimi, Helene cajoled. The ball will be spectacular without such a nuisance. I was at Lady Foresters. One of the arms of the iced cherub had broken off. I assure you, Lady Forester was furious. I heard she refused to pay the bill. There you have it, Redding said. Mimi pouted. I want a sculpture. Helene smiled down at Mimi, wanting her to be happy since the entire night was being held in honor of their wedding. Why not move one of the water fountains
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indoors? Or two? Im sure Redding could see that it works perfectly and will dazzle all of your guests. Considering few of them have indoor plumbing, I would imagine so, Redding quipped. And when will I perform this plumbing marvel? Soon. Mimis guests will be here in less than a week, Helene said while smiling brightly at her husband. Thats a splendid idea, Mimi said. Do you need me to help with anything? Helene asked. She had reached the side of the bed. Her skirts wrapped in Reddings legs. He reached for her hand and began toying with her fingers. Mimi waved her hand, offhandedly dismissing her offer. Oh, Im sure there will be some last-minute whatnots to accomplish. You do have a suitable dress, do you not? In the country, one must dress formally, but without all the garish trends that can make one appear immoral. I think I can find something suitable. Helene could feel the blush moving up her face. She had the suspicion Mimi couldnt see exactly what Redding was doing. Now what is this I hear about your upstairs refurbishment and why wasnt I told? she demanded of Redding. Are you starting on the nursery without consulting me? Redding looked uncomfortable for a moment and dropped the teasing play at her fingers. Yes, Mimi. I have laborers employed for such a task. Well no doubt be having babes around here within the year. Best to be prepared. Mimi sniffled, pulled a square linen from the sleeve of her gown and pressed it to her eyes. I pray I get to see your heir before I die, Redding. It is long overdue, she said. She reached for him and Redding obligingly clutched her frail hand. Tears burned in Helenes eyes. She did not want to disappoint Mimi. She would give Redding his son. Reddings gaze turned to her. Helene saw the glint of pain that he hid so well. Do not fret, Mimi. A baby will arrive when it is supposed to. She determined then and there that she would not disappoint Redding either. Teddy was such a beautiful boy. I wish you could have known him, Mimi said. Im sure he was, she answered. Oh, he could laugh. One of the few things he inherited from that hoyden mother of his, but he had Reddings look especially around the eyes. He was going to be tall, I could tell. Redding did not contribute to the conversation. And smart. He knew his sums front and back. Every time I saw him, Mimi, let me count for you, he would say. Of course, I could do nothing but listen when he was so

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enthusiastic. She laughed, followed by a sorrowful shrug and a deep sigh. She clutched her linen kerchief again. The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away. I miss him so. Enough of this, Redding declared. Youll have Helene thinking we are a bunch of sentimental fools. Mimi sniffed back her tears. Of course. Now I expect to see the dress you are wearing to the ball. I cant have Redding embarrassed. Embarrassed, Mimi? Why, my wife will put the other women to shame.

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Chapter Twelve
Redding didnt say another word about Teddy, only escorted her from Mimis room and bade Helene a good day. She gazed after him as he walked away, his back straight and not a flicker of emotion on his face as he turned from her. Reddings stoicism revealed nothing to her about his innermost thoughts and feelings. Comforting words failed her. What did she say to a man who had control of every situation? What could she do to express her care regarding his pain? Both Redding and Mimi plainly felt the ache of Teddys loss. She could share his grief, as was right and wifely, but she had little experience with that kind of sorrow. She retraced the steps to her room and found two sketchbooks that she used. She had planned to paint since the demands of the household were few. Between Donovan and Mimi, the house ran with an efficiency she did not need to interrupt. Even the guests seemed to have managed without her. And she was not one to give up an opportunity to paint or draw, a near luxury after leaving her parents home. The sketchbook with the red covering was locked in her portable travel desk along with the book she had taken from her fathers library. No one had seen those drawings. No one would. After she collected the things she needed, she walked the path toward the lake again, stepping around the puddles left over from the rainstorm. She had seen the small chapel the other day as she walked this direction and again while she rode Reddings horse back to the stable. She stopped for a moment, taking in the vista, thinking that she might wish to paint its secluded sadness someday. A small cemetery plot was visible on the left side. Miss Love stood near a large headstone topped with an angel statue. Her bright red hair was left loose about her shoulders, a warning beacon to caution unsuspecting souls to tread with care. Helene should have walked on and not intruded in Miss Loves grief, instead she slipped through the wrought iron gate. Tears streamed down the womans face. When she heard Helene, she looked up, swiping at her tears as she did so. It is impolite to sneak up unawares, she accused, her nature coming to fore as if she had not just been crying. Im sorry. Ill go. Redding doesnt need to know I was here. Im sure he would think it only natural that you are, Helene replied. Miss Love lifted her chin, a common reaction to confrontation, Helene noticed. He thinks I didnt love Teddy, but I did.
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Helene had drawn her own conclusion, not that her assumptions were right. You judge me by your lack of comment. I dont mean to. Its none of my business. Im an opera singer, Lady Redding. How do you suppose I was going to take care of a child? There was no reason to make him suffer when he had your husbands connections. You were his mother. There. Thats just the tone Redding likes to use too. I had nothing and no one when I arrived in London. I have succeeded, but not at the expense of my son. I did the best that I could for him in spite of Reddings judgmental assessment. Her hand caressed the headstone before she stepped away and faced Helene. Would I have been a good mother dragging him across the country while Im on tour with a troupe? Or would I have been a good mother scrounging for coal to keep us warm in the winter when I had no money to purchase it? Or do you think we are all whores to take any man who would have us? Even whores usually prefer another profession. I was lucky to have caught Reddings eye. You could have stayed with him. Helene had thought the life of an opera singer to be a bit more glamorous. I did, for a time, but I was young. I had my dreams. I knew most men didnt give a damn about their bastard children. But then a lady of your breeding knows nothing about such base realities. I am not ignorant. Helene could feel the slide into pity for Miss Love. Her red-rimmed eyes were full of sorrow. Why do you not marry and have a family of your own? Helene asked. Men dont want opera singers for wives. I knew that when I started my career, but it was that or be someones maid and hope the master of the house didnt rape me anyhow. Yes, Lady Redding, those are the realities of being poor. I would do it all again. You are a beautiful woman. Marriage is always an option when you have looks. You are more ignorant than you know, Miss Love said. Were I to marry, my opera singing days would be over. My voice is all that has ever provided for me. Men think they want the shooting star on their arm, but in the end, they want to go home to the reliable moon, always in their orbit, within reach. It shines brightly enough. Everyone knows the moon is predictable, respectable. I am sorry about your son. Perhaps things would have turned out differently if you had known Redding better. Trusted him. You are fooling yourself, Lady Redding. Edward loves the chase. You wont ever catch him.

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Hes already caught. Helene had the satisfaction of holding up her hand and showing Miss Love her wedding band. She knew she wasnt the kind of woman men chased aftershed had plenty of experience being ignored. Now that she understood Alexanders false pursuit, she didnt think she cared. I dont know if Redding told you, but Ill be leaving with Baron Preston in the morning. I hate to miss Mimis ball, but a carriage ride, alone and with the handsome baronwell, it might be interesting. Helene smiled in spite of the spike of jealousy spurring her emotions. If Alexander succumbed to Miss Loves wiles, it was none of Helenes business. Then I wish you a most enjoyable journey. They stared at each other for a long minute. Then again, perhaps I might stay for a few more days. As you say, Redding is always so generous and I hate to miss a good party. Im sure the baron will enjoy a dance with you. Helene felt the conversation come to an uncomfortable conclusion. There was a challenge there. Miss Love hadnt given up her determination to have Redding in her clutches. She would have to rely on Redding to do what was rightif such a thing were possible for a man like him. Miss Love glanced over her shoulder at the tombstone. Did Redding tell you that our son sang like an angel? He said Teddy sang a solo with the choir at church about two months before he died. I didnt get to hear it. Can you imagine? Redding throwing his weight around so that his bastard son gets such an honor. She laughed then, blinking several time before more tears fell. They were both probably ready to burst the buttons on their waistcoats. I wish I could have been there. Helene could hear the hurt in her voice and she felt the softening of dislike turn into something more like understanding. Her paintings meant the same thing to her. Granted, she didnt have a child to compare her work to, but right now, it was the most important thing in her life. In the future, Miss Love, should you wish to visit your son, I would appreciate advance notice. Thank you. Helene turned away and continued toward the grassy knoll overlooking the lake. What a tangle she was leaving behind at the house. Deceit, unrequited love, danger. For a moment, she wished she didnt have to go back until it was just her and Redding. Redding. His name set her fingertips to tingling and filled her brain with sordid thoughts. Capturing him, capturing the passion he instilled, would be worthy of her best artistic efforts. If she didnt set fire to her canvas doing so. When she arrived at the same spot she had previously claimed, she threw the blanket down without bothering to spread it. She arranged her skirts, sitting crosslegged underneath, as they fanned around her. She opened the red book and flipped to

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the first blank page. Normally she stopped to view her drawings, to drink in the sensual allure of her most private work. Not today. She fumbled in her wooden box for the right charcoal and set to work, stroking across the page. Her perspective wasnt that of an onlooker. She had been a participant. Redding emerged as the central figure. The dark tones of his hair and eyes came to life inside the chiseled face. The emotion and passion on his face spilled out of her charcoal in thin, exacting lines around his eyes and mouth. She bit at her lip as she started on his torso. The hard planes of his body took shape under her quick, urgent strokes. His shoulders and arms, bunched under the strain of effort, formed round, flowing muscles that defined Redding. Strong, manly. Desirable. She slowed once she started to sketch her legs, clutching around his body. Helene stopped. She could never draw the beauty of that moment. Im not that good. Much of her art had been copying other works and adding her own fine touches. This? This was like exposing her soul. She glanced up at the blue sky. Cottony clouds filled her vision and there, faintly visible, was the perfect crescent of the quarter moon, nearly hidden by the overpowering brightness of the sun. The drawing was right there, behind her eyelids, bursting to be set free. She clenched her eyes for a moment and with renewed determination, set out to make the drawing perfect. Perfectlike the moment with him had been. She drew, starting several other drawings that she should would finish later, but she kept coming back to the original sketch of Redding, wanting to get it just right. The mystery of her husband wasnt so difficult to understand as he came to life on the pages. Men were physical creatures. Redding more so than any man she had known. Perhaps because she had lain with him. While her hands worked through the pages, Helenes mind stumbled through the blur of her betrothal and marriage. He was everything she thought he was, had admitted to those debaucheries that gossip implied and it didnt seem to bother him in the least. She had to smile when she realized she rather liked him for his brashness, his unreptantent ability to dash through life, his ability to handle complicated situations. His unexpected caring and charm. The tenderness with which he kissed. And the roughness at which he played. Redding wasnt everything she thought he was. He was more. She set aside her sketchbook and reached into her pocket for the note he had sent her. He had sent her flowers. A gift to her for what was rightfully his. If you would rather have a diamond bracelet, you have only to ask. E.

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Helene smiled. What an odd thing to say in note. A woman didnt go about asking for gifts. A short burst of laughter rang out. She slipped the note between the drawing pages and then wrapped her arms about her knees, daydreaming for a moment about There you are. Redding strode up the hill. She glanced in his direction. His horse was tied to a tree below. He slid one hand through his hair, pushing back the unruly strands that seemed to fall over his forehead with regularity. I was worried a band of gypsies had kidnapped you. And if they had? Id be doubly thankful I didnt let Mimi get the ice sculpture. He sat in the grass beside her, looking boyish and roguish at the same time. He opened his hand toward her. Do you realize how late it is? She glanced toward the horizon. The sun was setting, the golden ball just touching the tops of the far trees. Her stomach growled as she placed her hand in his. I dont know where the time went. She glanced toward the sketchbook to confirm it was safely closed. Redding braced on his side, leaned back on his elbow and plucked a blade of grass. Were you drawing the whole time? He waved the grass stalk toward her drawing supplies. Yes. Its an inspiring view. You drew the landscape? May I see? No! she said quickly. No, you didnt draw a landscape? Or no, I cant see what you drew? I would rather you didnt. Have you ever sold any of your work? No. Would you like to? She laughed lightly, feeling a light blush at the thought of her work being good enough to sell. Well. Yes. Can you imagine one of my works hanging at Carlton House? What about over my fireplace mantel? Ill give you one hundred pounds for both of those sketchbooks. Sight unseen. No! she screeched. No. No, absolutely not. Theyre mine and theyre not for sale. Five hundred. Redding! Theyre mine. And I repeat, they are not for sale. Everythings for sale. How much? Name your price.

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Edward, she huffed. Thats not funny. She reached for the books and stacked them together, placing her wooden box of charcoals on top. We should go back to the house. Your cook is probably waiting to serve our evening meal. No, Id rather avoid our houseguests, if you dont mind. Preston tries my temper and Viv will send me to the poorhouse if I have another meal with her. We arent very good hosts. Im on my honeymoon, what do they expect? Donovan will take proper care of them. Besides, they werent invited, so they should be happy Im feeding them. He placed his hand on her thigh. But I didnt come all this way to talk about them. Well, youve found me and we ought to get back. Darling wife, Ive been sporting an erection since midafternoon. Im not going anywhere until you do something about it. Me? Sir, it is still light out. He reached for the placket of his trousers and with deft skill, had the fall peeled back and his manhood exposed to the evening air. Helenes eye popped wide. He rolled to his back and closed his eyes. I hope the sight of this erection makes you wet, because Im not in the mood for foreplay. Edward, she hissed. We could be seen. One of his strong hands gripped her upper arm. He tugged and she tumbled toward him, landing over his chest. His hands encircled her waist and he lifted her over him. Im crushing you, she said. He laughed at her concern and then moved underneath her, his hard manhood prodding at her. Hardly. Now straddle me before you roll down the hill. She braced her hands against his chest and tried to push off. Redding gripped her thighs. Stay right where you are. One hand worked under her bunched skirts. When his hand touched the inside of her leg, she gasped. Now lets get rid of these. His other hand searched along with the first. She heard the rending of her undergarments before she could stop him. Redding! Hush. She felt the insistent prod of his erection between her legs and the answering wetness that seemed to know when Redding was near her. His hand gripped his cock. She could feel Reddings knuckles brush against her thigh. Of all the times he had taken her, she hated this one the most. She couldnt see anything, except the expression of pleasure on Reddings face. The round tip of his cock brushed against her wet folds, sending that now familiar rush of desire through her womb. He blinded her to all reason.

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Lower yourself. Thats it. Take me all in. Gentle pressure filled her. She wanted it to consume her. Reddings hands gripped her waist and forced her down hard, impaling her, sending a rush of air from her lungs as she arched backward. Wet enough for all those gypsies, he said. His eyelids half-masted as he gazed up at her. Ride me, Helene. He nudged her into obedience and she shoved upward with her thighs. And then sank again onto his waiting shaft. He thrust upward as she came down, jolting every nerve in her body. She gasped again. The next time you do this, youre going to be naked. Your breasts will be right here in my face and Ill be sucking your cherries. Would you like that? Her mind raced with the delicious possibility. Her breasts swelled and her nipples chafed underneath the tight garments she wore. Were she brash like Redding, she would have removed her dress in order to feel his hands on her bare flesh. He thrust again. She started a rhythm that seemed natural, sliding downward with ease and gripping tightly as she extended upward. Redding groaned with every stroke. I think Im going to bed you two or three times a day for the next year. I dont know when Ive been inside such a tight sheath. Yes, thats right. A little faster, he said. Helene wasnt even sure he saw her. He got lost in his world of pleasure quickly. He moaned and moved under her as if there was nothing but this immediate pleasure. Ill swive you good when we get back to the house. I just cant right now. He grabbed her and rolled in the grass. Helen felt the dampness at her back. He groaned loud, shoved into her and started hard thrustinghis hips pumping between her legs until he shoved deep and roared at his first release. He sucked in air, pushed into her again. Ah, ah thats good. He gritted his teeth as he thrust and groaned one last time before covering her with the weight of his body. Redding rolled from her. There is nothing better than available cunny when you want it. And such sweet cunny too. He still gasped for air beside her. He smiled like an idiot as he lay on his back, his arms at his side. She pushed down her skirts and attempted to sit up except he still had her entrapped with his closeness. Helene felt nothing of the aching intensity that hed wrought in their previous encounters. In fact, a curious emptiness filled her chest while below she still wanted more from him. Did a wife ask for such things from her husband? He hadnt even kissed her. Redding had grown peaceably silent beside her. His hand finally moved to rearrange his trousers and hide his sleeping manhood. Helene, he said. I cant pleasure you all the time. Sometimes I just have to have a shag and the world be damned.

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Then I guess Ill have to find another way to pleasure myself when you are in such a hurry. I can show you how, he said with perfect seriousness. Unless you know how? What? There are ways for you to pleasure yourself when you are alone. Or when Im not available. Redding! Thatsthatsthats utterly foolish. Who would do such a thing? Lie back. No. Let me show you. I dont want you to. Its bad enough that we had relations in the open air but you now suggest that I What are you suggesting? Im suggesting you touch yourself. She clapped her hands over her ears. Redding laughed. You cant be that innocent. Heat poured from her body. Her face must have been redder than a morning sunrise. Redding scooted behind her and pulled her back into his chest. He wrapped his arms around her waist and lowered his chin to her shoulder. Relax. She squirmed but he held her tight, his powerful legs closing in around her. Look how the shadows are on the water, he said quietly. The suns rays are hitting the tops of the trees at the far end of lake. How would you draw it? Id draw the reflection on the water, she said, seeing the magic in the slowly changing setting. Redding took one of her hands and with the other slowly bunched up her skirts. Dont, she whispered. Youre wet, Helene. You want to be pleasured. Whatever it is that you feel when Im inside you, you can feel that without me too. Its wrong. Its right for you to feel what God intended for you to feel. He made you a sexual creature, Helene. And you are married now. There is no guilt or embarrassment between us. He helped her hand move closer to the center of her legs. His hand cupped over hers. He used his fingers to guide hers. She gasped when their joined hands touched the folds between her legs. She leaned back against him, her head resting on his shoulder. Dont, she said again as he started stroking. Her eyes fluttered shut.

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You feel pleasure here, dont you? he asked. Their fingers circled the nub and then slid downward. And here? His finger and hers slid inside. Redding led her in slow, sensual thrusting. Now you try. Feel how easy you slide, your fingers in the cum I left behind. He took his hand away but not far, resting between her legs. She wanted to stop, but couldnt. Not now. Redding sucked at her neck. His free hand inched upward and cupped one of her breasts. What do you feel? he asked. Do you wish it were my cock inside you? His hand touched hers again and urged her in that enticing rhythm he had started. She moaned, imaging him again. Sliding in and out of you. Your sheath gripping me, trying to milk me. You do that, you know. Each time Ive been inside you, you grab hold of my cock like you dont want to let go. She shut her mind to the guilty pleasure, only allowing her body to dictate what it wanted. Her finger slid with ease and sought out the small nub that made her lose herself. She pinched it and tugged a few times like Redding had done. Moaning, she rubbed against Redding, thrusting her breast into his hand. There are sexual items women use. Toys built like a man that you can put inside you. Would you like that? No, I cant. His hand slid to her soft folds again. He pressed his long finger inside her and then a second one. Yes. Squeeze now. Harder, he whispered. She clenched, feeling that need rise but not quite able to reach the pinnacle. Im going to show you how tonight, even if I have to tie you up and use it on you myself. Would you like that? A cock that never gives out. Helene jerked at his words. Would he tie her up? He slipped his hand inside her gown and grabbed her bare breast, searching for the tight little nipple that he squeezed hard. She moaned. Her body contracted wildly, arching back against him as hard spasms racked her. His fingers were still lodged inside, her hand fell away and he set his thumb to the sensitive nub and circled slowly. She stretched, trying to capture every pulsing sensation before she relaxed in his arms. Coming back to reality, Helen glanced around and tried to sit up. Redding moved his hand from between her legs but he didnt let her go. He stroked his hands down her arms and gently turned her into his chest. Take pleasure where you can find it, Helene. Life is too short not to enjoy every moment.

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Chapter Thirteen
Redding stole a glance toward the gravestone as they walked past. The horse snorted and shook its head, the bridle clinking softly. The courtyard around the church was darker than the road. Sleepy. Peaceful. Sad. The best things were stolen before one realized what they had. His parents. Teddy. He no longer remembered what his son looked like. In the long hall on the third floor, the picture gallery had several paintings of his parents, especially his father. At least he could gaze up at those portraits. Fleeting memories would come back to fill a momentary void. The loss of Teddy was a gaping wound that had only begun to heal. Since the moment Teddy had learned to walk, Redding hadnt gotten over the fascination of having a son and watching him develop into a Chase. You are right, she said. About what? Lets see. How did you phrase it? I think you said you werent much for conversation afterward. He chuckled. Did you want to stop at the gravesite? Redding looked away. He didnt slow down or hesitate. No. Im sure he was a lovely boy. He stared straight ahead. The emotion clogging his chest was better handled without feeling anothers self-pity. He was a holy terror. Only Mimi could get him to obey. She took a switch to him on more than one occasion. Not you? I couldnt bring myself to lay a finger on him. Oh, I lectured plenty. His voice trailed off. The last word he said was Papa. I cant remember anything else, but the sound of his voice as clear as day. They inched past the church. Redding shut the door on those memories that seemed to creep up unawares. Helene was good enough not to ask any prying questions. If she were like most women, she would get her information from someone who wanted to share. Mimi, most likely. If she really wanted to know, hed prefer she found out from someone else. He wasnt adept at articulating his feelings about his son. Hed loved Teddy from the first moment he saw him. He supposed the tender feelings were augmented by the certain knowledge the boy was completely his.
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There was something deeply disturbing to him about losing his only child. The concept of flesh and blood was never more real as he had watched Teddy in his bed dying. A piece of him had died that day. Talking about it did not alleviate the pain. Opening those floodgates only made his need to remember Teddy that much greater. They walked on in silence and separated once they reached the stables. Helene had insisted on walking. She had gripped her sketchbooks tightly even though he had offered to carry them for her. Someday he would coax her into sharing those secrets just as he had coaxed her into sharing her body. Donovan greeted him when he entered the house. Redding ordered a meal for Helene be sent to her room. Another night with Preston about the house would only lead to more emotional turmoil for his wife, which meant sexual turmoil for Redding. Unless the man had actually left Glen Arbor to return to the local inn. He avoided the dining room and headed to the library. Stacked on his desk were a few items that needed his attention. Halsey took care of the day-to-day issues on the estate. The bills usually landed square in the middle of his desk for review and approval. A note from Halsey said, Beluga? Isnt this a bit excessive? Mimi again, overenthusiastic about her party planning. Redding shook his head. He should just let her have her way, since it seemed to make her happy. Donovan brought in a tray and set it on Reddings desk. Your dinner, my lord. Thank you. Any news about our houseguests? Redding plopped into his comfortable chair and sorted through the letters that had accumulated. The red-haired termagant has been flirting with every man in the household. She should have been dispatched to London instead of allowed free rein at Glen Arbor. Nothing but trouble, that one. Shes leaving soon, but back to the dower house for the time being. You say that now. When the time comes, shell have some other reason for staying. How does she do it, my lord? Holing her way in like a grubworm in winter. And whats worse, we all know what shes like, and we let her do it anyway. Donovan, enough. Are they at dinner? Together? Oh yes. The baron is picking at his food, barely uttered a polite word to her all night while shes jabbering away as if hes hanging on every word. I almost feel sorry for him, Redding muttered. And you should dismiss the lot of your footmen, staring down the front of her dress as if theyve never seen a pair of tits. Thats your responsibility. Dismissing, not staring. If she werent such a pretty piece, it would be a sight easier to ignore her.

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Redding sighed with impatience and then looked up to see Donovan staring off into nothingness. She is a beauty, that one. Have you ever seen such a perfect woman before? Plenty. And several that were actually easy to get along with. Redding located the envelope addressed to his lawyer in London. Inside was a letter explaining the terms of his agreement with Viv. This time he would have a written contract with her so there would be no confusion and no theatrics. He could only hope that in seven years, when the money ran out, she would have settled into a life more suitable to her nature. He thought the constant strife and dramatics of the theater only encouraged her. She needed stability and peace. And another child. He counted out a stack of bills. The extra two hundred pounds for Vivs promised departure would be handed to her the morning she was sitting in Prestons carriage about to return to London. In spite of his aggressive stance, he had a soft spot for Vivs situation. Theyd both lost a child. Donovan still stared wistfully. That will be all, Donovan. Oh, and would you tell Vincent I wont need him this evening. Donovan cleared his throat. Certainly, my lord. Hopefully, the Marquess of Ederline would arrive at Glen Arbor in the next few days, but as yet, he had no confirmation of his arrival. He hadnt told Helene yet about his surprise. He was very anxious to get Ederlines opinion about Helenes art. If there was any nobleman who had an eye for erotic art, it was the degenerate marquess. The rich, old lecher had an art collection that rivaled the best museums. Hed wager that within a few years, Ederline would own one of Helenes artworks. After Donovan left, Redding hurried through his meal, intending to spend the remainder of the evening in his wifes bed. Too, he wanted to avoid his houseguests and any imbroglio that Viv might stir up. When he departed his library, he heard Vivs laughter float from the dining room. He hurried up the stairs and then met Dora leaving Helenes room, pulling the door shut softly behind. After greeting Dora, he attempted to step around her. Shes sleeping, my lord. All tuckered out. Shes been at her art all day. I can always tell. She puts her whole heart into it and it leaves her near exhausted. Redding smiled indulgently. Of course Dora would not attribute Helenes fatigue to several energetic rounds of sexual intercourse. He strode to his room, drew a bath and started to undress. Helene was uppermost on his mind. Now that her maidenhead had been breached, he intended to vigorously pursue his husbandly rights, knowing the days of pregnancy and disinterest would be in the not too distant future. Keeping her interested for as long as possible was his goal. He did not want to be one of those men who searched in the dark for a once-a-month

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poke that lasted no longer than the time it took to get his cock from his breeches to her cunt. He sank into the warm water. His boilers were still not keeping the water hot enough. He lathered quickly, sudsing along his strong erection and between his legs. He stroked his cock a few times, allowing his mind to travel the path along his journey to ejaculation. He titled his head back against the rolled rim of the tub. He lathered his hands again and allowed a few more seconds of stolen pleasure. He wanted to be in Helenes cunt more than he wanted to find release alone in his bath. Pushing up with both hands, he stood, runnels of water streaking down his body. The towel was within easy reach and he scrubbed it over his head and body before stepping from the tub and pulling on his robe. He left the ties undone. Just thinking of fucking her had him a little breathless. He wasnt ready to explore the many variations of sex he enjoyed, not until Helene expressed an interest, or at least, a lack of revulsion toward more unconventional pleasures. He reminded himself that introducing her to those pleasures was part of the enjoyment. He slipped quietly into her room. Helene lay on the coverlet, one arm across her stomach. Her hair was freed from the tight style she wore today. Her eyes were closed and her lips slightly parted. What intrigued him more was the pencil in her fingers and the red-covered sketchbook that lay open and tilted against her side. He doubted that Dora had any interest in what her charge drew, having spent the last several years accustomed to her artists ways. Redding, however, was not so constrained. He strolled quietly toward the bed and peered down at his wife. He reached for her work. Her private work, his conscience nudged. Thinking about her indignation when hed proffered the note shed written to Preston, he had to wonder how much more anger she would feel at this intrusion. But that had never stopped him before. Lifting the sketchbook, he stepped back and walked toward the delicate set of chairs near her fireplace. He settled, intending to look at each picture. Earlier today when he had inquired of her paintings, hed seen her nervous reaction and the way she had stacked her work together in a neat little pile, thinking that would stop him. It only made him more curious about the art and about her. And what she was hiding from him. He flipped through the book to the last page, presumably the page she had been sketching on while at the hillside. His nostrils flared and his erection jumped at the sight. She had rendered a near perfect black-and-white drawing of him. Naked. Between her thighs. The lifelike detail evident in each of the components of the drawing.

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What surprised him mostno, shocked himand one of the few times in his life was the detail of his cock. He had to smile at the generous girth. But it was the astounding fact that she had completed the drawing as he was in flagrante delicto, the tip of his cock inside her. His gaze traced upward until he stared at the expression on his face. Passion was drawn into every line. He shook his head. The drawing was bloody brilliant. There could be no doubt about her genius. Did she have any idea how good she was? He went to the front of the book and started through the pages one by one. Many were faceless bodies, like sculptures that had been worn away by time. A few pages in, he found a series of drawings, four to a page, that depicted a woman in the art of undress. The face had more definition, and with a little imagination, he could see Helene in them. Then, several pages of drawings that would delight the most profligate of men. These drawings he recognized. It was an erotic book that he had seen while attending university. The title of the book eluded him at the moment. That Helene had seen the erotic album did not bother him in the least. It was her interpretation of those scenes that had him hot and hard. The scenes of bondage were obvious copies of the work, only these renderings were clearly Helene. The scenes told the story of a woman, starting with a dark encounter with a stranger to her complete submission, including the scenes of sexual performance. The original work contained the written word along with the outlined sketches of the activities. Helene did not stop there, drawing in fine details of muscle, form, beauty and expressionthe fine points a hallmark of her work. Brilliant. Brilliant. The last six pages were all recent. He suspected it was the work she had completed today. A few were only the outlines, but he could see where her imagination had led. He did like the mirrored images. Helene on her hands and knees with him behind her, but all drawn from the perspective she had seen in the mirror. It struck him that Helenes drawings were very much about her view of what was happening to her. Which made sense to his non-artist mind. Artists saw the world around them in a way mere mortals didnt. He turned back to the page where he had started. His cock throbbed, peeking up between the folds of his dressing gown. He stared at the drawing while one hand slipped between his legs. He wrapped his fingers around his erection and squeezed. He wanted in Helenes cunt. He wanted into her mind. Whatever secrets she hid there would be a bounty of pleasure for both of them. If he could persuade her to share.

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*****
Helene heard the squeak of the door as it opened between their bedrooms. The room was nearly dark except for two candles on the fireplace mantel. Her eyes snapped wide in time to see Redding walk through the door. The robe he wore was open. Underneath, he was naked and fully erect. She sat up, glancing around. Dora said you were sleeping. Just resting, she said. The clock chimed eleven. Its that late! Redding approached. Let me help, he said. Dora said you were tired from the drawing you did today. Is that true? His hand touched her back and she felt the first button give way next to her spine. She rubbed a hand over her face. Really, theres no need. I can get it. He leaned toward her. He pressed his face into her hair while he slid his hand to her neck. With his thumb, he tilted her head back and then pressed his lips against hers. For all of his rough, hard play, his kisses were as soft and supple as her best silk. Her hands itched to touch, her palms burned. With a slow reach, she caressed his stomach where his robe gaped open. The coarse hair beneath her fingers tickled. It reminded her that Redding was a man. A perfect, desirable man. She sighed against his mouth and Redding took advantage, opening his lips over hers and sliding his warm tongue into her mouth where he touched hers in playful encouragement. He kneeled on the bed beside her, the mattress tilted and she fell against him. His hand went to the buttons at the back of her dress. When he peeled the halves back, he slid his hand over the bare skin of her shoulders. Take the rest off for me. I want to watch. In a short time, she had learned that Redding was hard to disobey in the bedroom. Her limbs felt leaden with desire, but she managed to stand. Her heart pounded, not with the fast rhythm of imminent coupling, but with a slow, hard need that burnt like fire and ate away at her will. She pushed the sleeves of her gown down, baring her arms. Redding put his hand to her waist and pulled her between his legs. He tugged at the ribbons of her stays. A mirror had been placed near the bed. She stared into the reflection, feeling a dreamlike quality in the ethereal image she portrayed. She stared at Reddings hands as they took the undergarments away. She stared as his hands cupped her breasts, hurting from a long day in her tight clothing, aching with need as he started a slow kneading that made her moan, that made the cleft between her legs damp with need and ache with desire.

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Her nipples were hard ruby points. He rolled them between his fingers. Another surge of want swept through her, pleasure pooling between her legs and aching at her lower back. She wanted to move her hips against him. Anything to find relief. Her legs grew weak. His hands slid over her hips and then between her legs. She could not stop watching the tantalizing motion any more than she could stop the rise of physical need building inside her body. Or the sun from rising. Redding kept a steadying hand at her waist. Without it, she thought she would fall to her knees. On the bed, Helene, he said softly, ordering her in the nicest way. She sat and watched as Redding shed his robe and then lay back beside her. She took the sight of him in, her gaze devouring every detail in hopes of remembering this enchantment for another day. His erection sprang from his loinstall and proud. Straddle me, he said. At least she was naked and could see what they did together, unlike this afternoon when she couldnt see anything. She went to her knees. The other way. Her brows furrowed, but his hands guided her as he lifted one leg across his chest. It was wrong, but with Redding, everything that was wrong somehow he made right. The activity in the mirror held her gaze for a moment. It was just her and his erection. His legs dangled over the edge of the bed. She placed her hands against his thighs. Thats it, he encouraged. His hands at her waist lifted her while her thighs pushed up. She saw his hand between her legs, gripping his cock and holding it upward. Lowering herself, she felt the first touch of his erection against the hot, wet folds between her legs. He rubbed her with the ruby-tipped head. All the way now, he said. Helenes heart thumped madly. She braced her hands against his thighs, tilted her bottom and started the slide downward. She watched in the mirror as her sheath pulled him in, absorbed him and finally, she sat fully impaled on his groin. She closed her eyes and pulled in a deep breath. His thickness filled her, engorged her. She placed her hand against her lower belly, imagining that she could feel him there, pulsing below her skin. Redding had other ideas than to allow her to remain unmoving and impaled. His hips bucked into her and she gasped, opening her eyes to see his body thrusting upward between her legs.

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The curious sac between his legs was within reach. But more beautifully, she could clearly see the root of his cock as he surged in and out of her. For the first time, she envisioned what it meant to be one flesh, joined together in pleasure. Another rush of damp moisture seeped from her. Her excitement came quickly. Redding, she gasped. Rushing pleasure swept up, her sheath contracted and she sank deep, taking as much of him as she could. She used her thighs and started to rub up and down on his thick erection, moving her body with his, using his body to touch and caress where it felt best. Behind her, he pushed up, leaning against one arm while he reached around her with the other. His hand searched between her legs until he found that secret nub. He pinched, squeezing and then rolling it between his fingers. He licked a path up her spine. She arched. Gasped. The familiar tightening spread, blossomed. Helene had to close her eyes when she could no longer control the sensation. Soaring upward, she gripped hard against his erection until she felt the flames burst. She moaned and then her body convulsed in hard contractions around him. Redding breathed hard behind her, his body tight and tense underneath her. He pulled his cock from her body. He was still tremendously hard, shiny with her bodys fluids, his erection seemingly larger. On your hands and knees now. To the side, thats it. Redding rolled and came in behind her. Still she could barely catch her breath. Helene, he ground out. Helene, I want something from you that you may not understand right now. I will pleasure you while I do it, but I need you to relax. Can you do that? He caressed her ass. Ill be a moment. Dont move. Redding searched in a drawer. A small bottle with a cork stopper landed on the bed beside her. She forgot all about it when his hand touched her. He loomed over her, his chest pressed to her back. He knelt between her legs and with a strong nudge, pushed her legs wider. She shook her head, her hair spilling around her. Could she deny him anything when she felt this way? When not only her body but her vision got to take in the many nuances of conjugal bliss. She shuddered. Reddings hands caressed along her back. And then touched her bottom with soft, soothing strokes. The weight of his cock lay between the rounded cheeks. He reached for the small bottle. This will make it easier. A drizzle of cool oilyish liquid seeped over her skin, sliding down her bottom and leg. He dug his fingers into the opulent flesh, into her forbidden opening, spreading her. His cock slid through the slippery lubricant.

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She tensed under his hand. She gasped in a lungful of air as her heart took to frantic beating. His cock slipped lower. Redding, she gasped. Her mind could not travel the path Redding wished to take. Edward, please, she pled. Shh. It will be all right. Arch your back a little. Relax, he crooned behind her. He ran a hand over her skin in a soothing caress that did little to take her mind away from the coming intrusion. The push of his slickened cock against the tight sphincter of her bottom made her tense. She bit at her lower lip. Another gentle shove and she gasped. He was inside her, not deep but enough that she was uncomfortable. Ill go slow. Tell me if I hurt you. She turned her head toward the mirror. Redding was on his knees behind her. Her breasts hung, ripe and lush. His hands still held her bottom. Again, she had that wicked, sinful need to see what he was doing. He slowly surged into her, deeper and deeper. The pressure and pleasure nearly inseparable. Inexplicably, the shame of the act became something else. Redding relaxed and withdrew, her body pushing to eliminate him in one hard contraction. Pleasure washed over her. Different and decadent. Thats right, he said. She groaned when he shoved back into hera little faster, a little deeper. When his hand slipped around her waist and searched between her legs, she lost track of what was right and wrong. Hurt and pleasure. Her body sprang to life again. Redding bringing her new, sensual delights that made her portraits seem like stick figures and her watercolors like finger painting. Her body jerked in several hard spasms until Redding spent with her, spilling his seed inside her, bringing her untold joy. At last, he slid from her. She went from her knees to her stomach and lay there in relaxed stupor. Redding washed at the basin before returning to her side. He said nothing as they lay on top of the bed covers, her back to his chest. He kissed the round of her shoulder and then set his chin in the same spot. She hoped he did not want to talk about what they had just done. Even though there was pleasure, there was still a great deal of awkwardness involved in the joining, something she would need to contemplate. Helene, between a man and a woman, there are many ways to find pleasure. I want to teach you, not only for my benefit, but yours too. Will you let me? She didnt know what to say. Would it always be so awkward? And did the awkwardness matter if, in the end, there was such a mutual rapture?

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Were you not pleasured? he asked. Yes, and I will if it makes you happy, she said at last. He tugged on her shoulder. She rolled and stared up at him. No. It is what makes us happy. What we find together. Together? She swallowed hard, thinking of that prospect. Did he mean together in the truest sense or only as it benefitted him now? Think about it, he said. When she woke again early in the morning before the sun rose, she was on her back. Redding was inside her. She had her legs twined about him. His lips and tongue laved at a spot below her ear. The rushing rise and the crashing waves roared through her again, leaving her weakened and drugged. Redding was addictive.

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Sunshine peeked through the curtains and slashed across her face. She blinked, trying to focus. She rubbed the back of her hand over her eyelids, which didnt want to open. Last night, she had been attempting to sketch some last-minute details into one of her works. And then Redding was here. Redding? She brushed a hand toward the other side of the bed but he was gone, not even the warmth of a body whod recently vacated. Rolling to her side, she glanced at the clock on the fireplace mantle. Dora should have arrived by now. Helene pushed to her elbow. Her body was sore and ill-used. Sitting on the ground drawing much of yesterday and Reddings persistent need during the night had made for several unusual aches and pains. At the end of the bed, still on top of the coverlet, were her two sketchpads, neatly stacked, her pencil box beside them. The red one was still open to the portrait of Redding. She cupped her hands over her mouth. The air seemed to have vanished from the room. She scrambled from the bed, reached for the red one and flipped the cover shut. The key to her small travel desk was hidden in her jewelry box under a small panel with a silk pull. She unlocked the drawer and slipped the sketchbook inside. When she slammed the drawer shut, the first tears streamed down her face. Redding had to have seen the drawings. Maybe he saw all of them. Her arms and legs shook. She stood naked in the middle of the room, yet she couldnt move. What had Redding seen? There might be some people who wouldnt be curious enough to look. Redding wasnt one of themhe would look. He would poke his nose into her business whether

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or not he had any rights to do so, all in the name of Queen and Country. She didnt care that she was his wife. She had the right and privilege to keep some things from him. A racking sob shook her. Helene, what is it? She whirled to face him. The devil. The devil and his supernatural gift to be where he was not supposed to be. Get out! she screamed. A new stream of tears started down her face. Get out and dont come back. Whats happened? He took a few steps nearer, pretending to care. As if he didnt know why she was upset. Dont pretend, Redding. You had no right to look. My drawings are private. He sidled closer, extending a hand. I have every right to look, he said softly but firmly. She shook her head. No. Dont come near me! Dont touch me! Dont talk to me! Helene glanced about for her robe and found it lying on the floor at the foot of the bed. She hurried to retrieve it. Another sob shook her shoulders. She couldnt slip her arm into the sleeve. It was just like him to claim his right to everything she had. Redding steadied her. Whatever it is, we can fix it. No. She jerked her arm away. Stay away from me or Ill scream. Youre distraught. Come, sit on the bed and tell me why you are hysterical. Im not hysterical, she yelled. She would have thrown something at him had she not liked all the whatnots about her room. A rock would have been suitable though. I want you out of my room. Do you want me to send for Dora? His tone had turned solicitous. He maintained a stoic expression, as if his calm would solve the worlds problems. He was the problem. He always had been. Why did she allow herself to forget what he was? She closed her eyes and clutched at her robe. I want to be left alone. I thought you might want to see Baron Preston before he left the house. He is taking lodging at the local inn. He is leaving in thirty minutes. He made no further effort to approach her. Sure, such a generous offer now, when he would use any means to placate her and cover his sin. Reddings careful consideration confirmed his guilt. Were he not guilty, he would have flung some barb at her, told her to stop being ridiculous. Something that was characteristic of his nonchalant, worldly self. I dont care if I ever see him again. Or you. Is there anything you wish me to tell him? Tell him whatever you want. Im sure you were going to anyway. She turned her back to Redding and leaned against her bedpost. Hot tears still coursed down her face.

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Anger. Embarrassment. Shame. Redding made her feel every emotion except the one she wanted to feel. Love. When she had thought Baron Preston loved her, shed had a deep pang of giddiness, that feeling of being lighter than air. The constant euphoria and the deep need to be with him always. Helene heard the door click shut. She threw herself on the bed and cried, pounding the pillows with her fist. Redding knew her body in a way no one ever had. Or would. Now he took something even more important, he took her soul, her art, her being. How would she ever look at Redding again? How could she face his critical scrutiny?

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Chapter Fourteen
She did not draw or paint for two days. She did not allow Redding in her room either. Shed had an epiphany about her drawings, one that made her feel sick but certain. If she didnt do it soon, she might change her mind. Tomorrow, she would destroy her drawings. She just had to find a time when Redding wasnt in the vicinity. He hadnt pressed her about the event but his gaze hadnt stopped searching her expression either. The next morning at breakfast, Redding casually announced that they were expecting guests that afternoon. Evidently, the first of the houseguests to arrive for Mimis grand ball. Helene had thought country life would be more staid. More lonely. There seemed to be a constant stream of people in and out of Glen Arbor. From their unwanted guests to the local vicar and his wife. The servants had been polishing the woodwork and preparing rooms. In the kitchen, the cooks were baking sweet morsels that would keep for a few days, keeping the puddings, meats and breads for the final day. Helene had been asked to help decorate. Mimi had assured her there would be no great decisions needed, as if that made Helene feel wanted. Redding had glanced into the ballroom a few times, disappearing again before there was a chance for any interaction. His gaze had always been upon her. That afternoon, three carriages arrived. Redding had assisted with the second one, sending it to the back of the house. The elderly Marquess of Ederline descended from the first carriage, reaching back to assist his young wife, the marchioness, Lady Sarah ne Danvers. Helene stood beside Redding and bobbed before greeting Lady Sarah with a kiss to her cheek. We are so happy to have you. I could hardly resist Lord Reddings invitation. I must say, it was most enticing, Ederline said. All in good time, Redding said before waving a hand. Several footmen swarmed to the carriage to fetch the luggage. Donovan was there and took the marquess and his wife up to their designated rooms. Well have refreshments in the library at three, Redding said to the departing couple.

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The third coach pulled up. Redding was there to open the carriage door. An exquisite-looking creature descended the steps, her fingers gripped in Reddings palm. On solid ground, she wrapped her arms around Reddings neck. Oh Edward. It is so good to see you. And you, Alizabet. He kissed her cheek before turning to Helene. Helene, this is my sister, Alizabet Standifer, Lady Archer. Your sister? Helene said, her exclamation bordering on rudeness. She knew everyone in London. Why had she not known Redding had a sister? When I heard you had married, I near laughed myself silly at such ridiculous gossip and then when I read your letter, I practically fainted in Charles arms. Now I can see what the enchantment was about. She glanced between Helene and Edward, looking for some sign of affinity, which wasnt there, as Helene was feeling very frosty toward her husband. It did happen rather quickly. Im sorry you didnt make it to the wedding. How was Paris? Exquisite, as only Paris can be. Helene wondered what Redding had said to Lady Archer in his letter. We are happy to have you, Lady Archer. Donovan can lead you to your room. Oh, I know the way, she said, her laughter filling the foyer as they stepped into the house. How is Mimi? Cranky and demanding, Redding said. So her incapacitation hasnt changed her one whit. I really do wish you lived closer. She much prefers your coddling. But she loves you more and Im perfectly happy that you have to put up with her emotional tricks. Redding smiled. She refuses to use the portable chair you bought for her. Oh, she said with clear disappointment, Charles said it is the most modern design. Its ugly, she says. And where is Lord Archer? He is not able to attend? Alizabet blushed. She plucked at her gloves before saying, He had business affairs. He sends his regards. Now really, I must have a bath. I wish there werent so many guests about. I would love to bathe at the ruins. You are one of the first to arrive. Im sure something could be arranged for a little privacy. Oh Edward. That would be lovely. Helene was startled when Alizabets dark gazed turned to her. Come along, Lady Redding. I must tell you all the secrets youll need to know to handle my brother. Never fear, she has me well in hand, sister.

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Ederline appeared promptly at three. His wife had taken to their bed after such an arduous journey, which suited Redding. He wanted to discuss Helenes painting in private. He dismissed the footman and closed the door. Your finest brandy, Redding. And you may as well bring the decanter closer so you wont be jumping up and down refilling my glass. Redding handed the glass over and set the full bottle on a table next to Ederline. He sipped at the drink and then let out an audible sigh of satisfaction. Good. So whats all the secrecy about? You made it sound urgent. Not urgent exactly, Redding said as he sat near the marquess. What do you know about modern painters? Turner is a genius. No doubt about that. There are different schools. Different styles. What one finds great today may not be in style in ten years. It is a very subjective field, but there are those rare artists that transcend all others. Why? What about women painters? Ederline shrugged. Very few. Certainly there arent any of note currently painting. It is definitely a mans field. For good reason. I know Im being vague and Im relying on both your discretion and your expertise when I ask this. I am very specifically interested in the market for erotic work. Completed by a woman. Ederlines bushy white eyebrows winged in curiosity. I can say unequivocally there are none. If women were allowed in art schools, then they certainly would not be allowed to paint using the models necessary for such skill. I should imagine that rare woman tempted by such work would have only the most basic, the most rudimentary talent. So if I could find such a woman. One with superior skill. Would there be a market for her work? Privately, there are always men interested in the sexual but in the art establishments and galleries of London? Doubtful. Paris, perhaps. Italy. You have roused my curiosity, Redding. What have you found? A woman with advanced skill in several styles. Her landscapes are very good, but it is her portraits and still lifes that are beyond description. Ive never seen such detail in work before. He had requested all of Helenes work from the Cosgroves home, which the footmen had unloaded and carted to the third floor, to a separate room until the work on her painting studio was complete. He had counted eighty-seven paintings. All very formal, very acceptable and pleasing. To his untrained eye, they were as good as anything he had seen in the local galleries of London. There were also two locked trunks that he had yet to inspect. He hoped that more of her intimate work was inside.

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Dont let your emotion cloud your judgment. If you have an attachment with the lady, perhaps you are blinded by her other skills, not just her painting. Yes, I have an attachment, but not the kind you are referring to. The implication did not bother Redding. They were men and such sport was common amongst his set. Redding swallowed back his drink. I asked you to come to Glen Arbor because I value your judgment. If you tell me that this artist is of only moderate skill, I wont bother you about it again. But I also want your word that you will not disclose the nature of this work, most especially if you find it less than skilled. I would not want to hurt this person or dampen their desire. Im your man. They tramped up the stairs. By the time they reached the third floor, Ederline was puffing from the strain. A moment, Redding. Ederline gripped the railing while he labored for breath. Redding pulled out his timepiece, a trick that allowed him to contemplate something meaningless while Ederline recaptured his dignity. Enjoy your wife while you can, Redding. The day will come when nothing works as it is supposed to. And be good to her, so you can bear the indignity of her sympathetic, pitying touch when youre an old man. Ill keep that in mind. The first week, the laborers had pounded away, knocking out the brick. Now they were doing the finer work, but a light film of dust had settled over the floor and woodwork. Hed ordered Helenes paintings to be completely covered. He opened the door to a separate room and waved Ederline into the darkness. Let me get a light, he said. He located a flint in the next room and came back with a lighted candle. I wish I had better light for you. This should do. I have low expectations, Lord Redding. Ive been promised the world before. The landscapes are in that corner. Lets start with those. He handed the candleholder to Ederline. Redding threw back the covering and plucked up the first work. He was seeing these for the first time and was probably more curious than Ederline. Many were framed. Several canvases were rolled and placed in paper tubes and had yet to be counted. Hyde Park Morning was the innocuous title. Her signature, a swirled C, adorned the corner. Ederline peered at the work, the candle coming perilously close to the flammable canvas. There is a feeling of French Baroque in the colors. Was the artist trained in France? No.

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The proportions of the riders and animals to the trees is nearly perfect. Nothing exaggerated. Id like to see another. And I would like to see it in better light. Redding grabbed two more and carried them out of the room, leaning one against the wall. The second painting was a group of children at play and the third depicted more horses, but those typical of the old nags that drew hired liveries. What do you think? Ederline grunted. Redding felt an odd sense of giddiness as he waited for Ederlines pronouncement. The paintings were good. Redding wanted to know if they were great. Well? I would like to see them all, in better light. I have a good feeling. Ill have them all set up and well view them properly once that is complete, perhaps after the ball. What about the others? The erotica? It is my specialty, you know. Yes, it will be arranged. The only obstacle being Helenes refusal. They walked in silence to the second floor, where they parted company. Ederline had a peculiar smile on his face. Redding went to Helenes room and knocked on her door, intending to resolve the matter between them. Now that Ederline was here, he thought she might be less angry that he had taken viewing liberties. Liberties that were rightly his as a husband, but that did no good whatsoever when trying to make inroads with his wife. When Helene didnt answer, he turned the knob and walked in. Helene, he called. His wife wasnt one to become best friends with his sister overnight and he doubted that she had intruded on a grandmother and grandchilds reunion, but she did not answer. The fire was burning in the hearth. Helene sat on the floor with several of her sketchbooks nearby, including the red-covered one with the superior black-and-white drawings. She tore a page from one of the books and held it to the flame. Once it caught fire, she let it drift into the inferno. Stop it. Helene, what are you doing? He rushed into the room and reached for the album. She cringed. She didnt look at him. They are mine and I want them to be destroyed. Her cheeks were coated in tears. He bent to his haunches and grabbed the stack of books. Absolutely not. He stood, looking down on her, angry that she would be so careless, so determined to thwart him.

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He should have remembered that she had proclaimed her hatred on their first day of marriage. He should not have placed so much stock in his abilities to enchant her sexually. Is this all of them? She shook her head. How many did you burn? She clenched her teeth and looked down. How many? he demanded. Ten. Maybe more. How could you? How could you so easily throw away your lifes work? Its a hobby, Redding. One that doesnt mean anything and that no one will ever see. Nor should they see. I was wrong to draw what I did. How much for these drawings? You can have them. I never want to see them again. How much? How much are they worth? The bracelet he had ordered had also arrived with the coaches. He plucked it from his pocket and tossed it at her. The sparkling diamond band landed in the froth of her skirts. So much for a heartwarming presentation of the gift. That should be enough to buy every work youve ever painted. They are mine now. You have no further right to them. Am I clear? He stalked toward his chamber. His anger was supreme. That she could so easily give up on a lifes dream. He stopped at his door. No wonder you gave up so easily on Baron Preston. If your paintings mean as little as he did, he never stood a chance. He heard her sobs turn into a piercing wail as she collapsed on to the floor. Your tears dont move me, Helene. You could have had something. Your art could have been all that you hoped it to be. Now pick yourself up and pretend that you are the Countess of Redding. You have guests. And tonight when I enter your chambers, I expect the woman in your bed to be welcoming and charming. He slammed the door behind him. He threw the sketchbooks on his bed and went to the sideboard for a drink. He had never been so cruel to a woman, even to Viv. His treatment with his former mistress had been as an equal. At the moment, Helene was as fragile as a kitten and he had trampled over her with the brute force of his angry manhood. Dammit! Could she not see that his curiosity had been about respect for her work? Did she not know that any man would be moved by such fantasies as she depicted on paper, with only the simplest of charcoal, bringing to life the very desires and needs that drove men?
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He walked to his bed again and sat down, flipping open the pages of the first album. All of it was typical of her work. Fine detail, expressive faces, the nuances of shading. All of it respectable, not like the work she kept in her red book. He went back a page to look at the four-paneled drawing of a little boy. His heart leapt and a tear sprang to his eye. He set his drink on his bedside stand, picked up the sketchbook and strode to the window. The glint of sunlight brushed the page, bringing the drawing into clear view. There were no pictures or paintings of Teddy, yet right in front of him she had attempted to draw a rendition of him. Of his son. Redding couldnt breathe. He turned the page to see a full likeness, one of the drawings that she had developed, the resemblance to him and the faint femininity of his lips that belonged to Viv could not be denied. Mimi had to have provided the details. She could not have done this on her own. He stared, ignoring the two trailing tears that streaked down his face. How much he had loved Teddy. How much he missed him. He lowered the drawing and sucked in a deep breath. When he opened the door between their rooms, he said, Helene, Im sorry. The words bounced hollowly off the walls. She was gone.

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Helene had been groomed for a life as the proper wife of an aristocrat. On all counts, she had failed. Her house was run with brutal efficiency by Mimi and through Donovan, with rarely a request to the current countess, as if she didnt have a say in such things. Her usefulness did not extend past the four corners of Reddings bed. Even then, if she were to displease him, he would find pleasure with another. The hope for a child was the only thing she had left. Painting? Well, that had nothing to do with being the countess. She should have listened to all the naysayers whod told her she hadnt the skill or training to be anything but a mediocre painter. Redding should have demanded that she stop, or at the very least, keep in mind that it was just a hobby. Her hands were idle, but she couldnt stop her mind from forming the strokes of the brush or the silken pass of charcoal over paper. Dinner with their guests was a delightful change after the awkwardness of their first guests and then two days of solitude. Redding and Ederline chose to sit at one end of the table, whispering with their heads together all evening, while the women gossiped at their end. Donovan frowned at the arrangement, considering Ederlines

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superior title, but when Redding gave a nod approving the informal arrangement, all was well. For Helene, the contact was much needed. Lady Sarah was only two years younger than Helene but she seemed so young and innocent. Helene had a hard time reconciling the fact she was married to Ederline, the most proficient lecher of his age, though now he seemed devoted to his wife. Alizabet was charming, if not a touch sad. Helene could not help but notice that she did not talk about her husband. When the meal was complete, the women begged for a reprieve, as they were both exhausted from travel. Redding stared at Helene as she passed him, leading her entourage of ladies toward the stairs, and he wished them good sleep. His look spoke volumes. She didnt doubt that he would come to her, that she would succumb and that her relationship with Redding would stay on the same tremulous path it had since the moment of their betrothal. Dora assisted with her dress and then ran bath water. Helene still marveled at the simplicity of the bath, she still hadnt gotten used to this most luxuriant of creature comforts. Even the towels felt softer and the soap more fragrant after lounging in such splendor. She also felt better, less angry with herself. More forgiving that Redding had told the truth about her painting ability. Was she a coward to have drawn what she did in secret and then be dismayed when it was actually viewed by the one person who had a right to see it? How would she feel about others viewing her art if she was squeamish because Redding examined it? For a moment, she wished that everything had been different with Redding. That she had not believed herself in love with Baron Preston. That theirs had started as any other ton marriage, with a simple arrangement of dynasty and with no expectation other than to fulfill duty. That her painting was truly just a hobby, rather than a deepseated need. Shed almost worn the bracelet Redding had given to her, except that it represented her dream ending. She picked it up and carried it with her to the bed, holding it under the light of the candle burning there. Dozens and dozens of diamonds winked at her from the metal casings backing the bracelet. Its value must be astronomical, certainly worth more than her paintings. Tiredness compelled her to crawl between the blankets. She laid the bracelet flat on her pillow. The flowers he had given her were still full and beautiful, the scent now part of the room and hardly noticeable. However, Reddings presence was pervasive. She did not dislike Redding. She knew that now. But between them, there was a complete lack of harmony, a certain friction that caused her constant upheaval. Not once had she felt at peace with him. His presence stirred her, unnerved her.
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When Redding came, he would find her asleep. He said he would come and he would. She allowed her lids to lower, the sparkling glint from the diamonds lulling her toward slumber. The soft creak of the door opening startled her, even though she was expecting him. She had just reached that mysterious place between wake and sleep that provided rest but still allowed one to think. Through slitted eyelids, she watched him approach the bed. She slipped the bracelet under her pillow. He disrobed and unapologetically climbed in beside her. The beautiful sleek lines of his body and the round hardness of his muscles drew her eye as if she were ready to paint him. She was too wearied to fight him and too sorrowful to reject his touch. He slipped his hand underneath the cover, his fingers trailing over the light rail she still wore. On his side, braced by his elbow, he gazed down at her. The blackness of his hair fell in a reckless sweep downward, shadowing his eyes. Redding watched her swift reaction when he placed his hand over her breast and started a slow, kneading caress. A sweet sigh escaped her mouth. She marveled that she could accept physical contact with such ease and still feel such racing tumult in her heart. He leaned closer. His eyelids slid shut as his mouth descended upon hers to land with the softness of a bee to the flower. He had not plied her with such kisses before. Long, breath-stealing kisses. Quick, light pecks against her lips, the side of her mouth, her nose, her chin, before returning to drink fully of her mouth again. His tongue caressed against the seam of her lips, slipped into her open mouth to tease hers and then, when she felt she had no breath left, he deftly trailed kisses down her neck, confirming that she was going to die under his tender onslaught. While his mouth suckled against her neck, she felt the practiced movement as he lifted himself over her and supported his bigger, heavier body over hers, braced by his elbows and perhaps his knees. For once, she felt protected, cared for, his body touching the length of hers without trapping her or requiring she accede to his demands. Her rail was up around her waist. He had worked it there while he had plied her with kisses. She felt the first nudge of his erection and her body opened like a flower, her legs falling open to welcome the coming sensation. Moisture pooled between her legs, only made worse by his constant touch. He canted his hips slightly and she felt his erection dip low, sliding between her legs and bathing in the dampness that would make his entry so much more pleasant. The gentle stroking between her legs made her squirm with want. Soft mewls escaped in breathy pants that Redding seemed to like, as he continued to tease her into arousal. The head of his thick cock nudged at the entrance to her body. Her head lolled back against the pillows. She relaxed, her hips rising to greet him as he entered her in one

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long, slow push. She caressed her palms over the skin of his backwarm, hard, muscledwhile inside, the glow of longing swept her from head to toe. His blissful, hot sigh brushed against her skin. She hooked one of her legs over his calf. Her hands slid up his arms, resting on his wide shoulders. How easily she gave in to her bodys demands. When she would say no, her body said yes. Never had she imagined the act to be so beautiful. The dim light in the room made their skin glow golden and warm. His arms glistened with each movement. The soft quietness of the night amplified the sound of their throaty moans and quick breathing. Redding nearly hummed, his pleasure so evident each time he pushed into her body. At some point, theyd stopped caressing each other. For long minutes, she lay beneath him with her eyes closed. Only his hips moved in a slow in and out rhythm. From deep inside, he pulled back, followed by that slow, inward slide that filled her, that answered the need building in her. He cupped her breast, lifting it toward his mouth. The tight nipple was hard and distended. Through the teasing cloth, he closed his lips over the sensitive nub and he sucked it into his mouth. Between his lips and tongue, he started a gentle suckle not unlike a baby at the teat. Her fingers slid into the hair at the back of his head, holding him, unwilling to have him stop anytime soon. With his free hand, he massaged her other breast, using his fingers to dig into her flesh and knead. The hard point of her nipple rubbed against his palm in a most distressing manner. The tip was sensitive to the slightest breath of air. And she wanted more of that needful touching. He tore at the material of her rail. The rending sound caused Helenes heart to trip erratically. Her bare breasts protruded upward. He moved one of his legs, pushing against her thigh and forcing her leg away. Wide open and accessible, her body was his for the taking and he pushed in again. Deeper. Helene moaned at the full contact. He hooked her leg in the crook of his arm, positioning her, penetrating in deep, hard strokes that had her rocking against his thrusts. Not one word did he utter. Helene let her mind get lost in the sensation. It was easy to pretend that the man buried inside her cared. That the mutual pleasure they shared was because they meant something to each other. For now, she could pretend. Just as she pretended when she painted. The daydream world of her mind coming to life on canvas. There was no reason not to allow herself to feel the same vibrant imagery while sharing intercourse. With a man she didnt know. There. That kiss against her throat so full of love. And there. The way he used his hand to caress her waist and hip.

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Oh, and there. Helenes breath lodged in her throat. There, when he pushed into her, causing the pulsing beats to start low inside her and spread. To spread in hot, delicious paths in and around. Through every thread of her being. Until she was lifted from the bed and carried away on the wind of desire. She arched upward. Her back tensed. She clawed her nails into Reddings shoulder. Behind her eyelids, she could see with perfect clarity that the painter was Redding and she was his canvas. She moaned and then gasped. Reddings mouth descended on hers again, openmouthed, taking her cries of pleasure for his own as she jerked and pulsed, her legs locked around his waist. Clinging with desperate need to the wicked lord who used his brush with a masters touch. When her heart slowed to a normal beat, she dared open her eyes. Redding still tried to control his own breathing, his head hanging down. He was still full and hard inside her. He opened his eyes and stared into hers. Dark and pleasure-filled. Dangerous. He gripped her wrists and lifted her arms over her head. She felt her breasts lift higher. Reddings weight descended fully. He held her wrists with one hand. Cool silk encircled her wrists. She glanced up just as Redding bound her hands with a final tug, securing her to the finial on her headboard. His mouth was over hers before she could protest. He thrust hard and deep several times, jolting her already heightened senses. He kissed her neck and downward, between her breasts. She jerked against the bindings, wanting to feel his mouth on her breasts but he ignored them. She felt the sliding withdrawal of his cock and the unfulfilled emptiness he left behind. He used his tongue to circle her bellybutton. She flinched against the unlikely ticklishness. When his hands shackled her ankles, she sucked in a deep breath, almost fearinghopingthat he might bind her completely. She shook her head, her hair brushing against her shoulders. Her empty sheath throbbed with want of him. Instead of binding her, he lifted her legs, crooking them against her torso but leaving her spread wide. Redding descended between her legs. She moaned. Wet moisture spilled between her thighs. He lowered his mouth over the sensitive nub above the folds of her labia. Her mind screamed his name. Her legs clenched against the force of his grip. He used his tongue and mouth to torment her. Long, slow swipes against her skin, little sucking nips at the pleasure point. She breathed, openmouthed. Each touch brought her closer, higher.

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Redding caught his breath while he gazed down at his wife in the near throes of ecstasy. His cock ached, fuller and harder than he been since his first sexual exploration as a much younger man. His cods were near ready to explode, demanding relief and taking on a life of their own as his sac pulsed. He wanted to demonstratemost thoroughlythat he could command her attention like no other man could. And if she didnt want to take her art seriously, then she could take him seriously. He would prove real life could be better than the flighty daydreams she put on canvas. What she searched for in her art, he could give to her in bodily pleasure. He pulled a steadying lungful of air and proceeded to torment Helene. He roused her again and again. He slid his tongue along the velvety flesh between her legs. Helene tensed, even her breathing became shallow and uneven. He rolled with her. There was enough play in the bindings to give her plenty of movement. On his back, with her knees beside his head, he cupped her ass and brought her close. He buried his nose in her cassolette, inhaling her arousal before he provided further stimulation to her pearly nub and the sweet lips between her legs. She rocked over him. He doubted she even realized how attuned she was to her bodys demands. She whimpered against the coming onslaught and he helped her along. He parted her ass cheeks and slid his longest finger to the ring around her anus, circling slowly while with his tongue, he tasted a wash of her excitement where he lapped between the soft folds of her labia. At the first push of his finger into her ass, she bucked, fighting against the bonds. He sank the fingers of his free hand into her fleshy skin and held her in place. He thrust into her. Helene screamed against the sheets. Her body convulsed in short spasms. He wondered if she painted her orgasm with colors. Redding reached for his cock, gripping the root tightly to prevent his own premature ejaculation. He would be buried in her cunt or her ass before he found relief. She was still, relaxed against him, her bottom now resting on his chest. He kissed her stomach and ran his hands from her ass up her back, caressing her skin, preparing her to take him again. Her skin was soft and slightly damp from exertion. He enjoyed the feel of woman in his hands and Helenes body was particularly pleasing. He rolled her to her side but left her hands bound. If she had an inkling of the ideas running through his mind, she might forever bar him from her bed. He didnt know if he had the patience to teach her rather than fuck her every way known to the Chinese. But the most difficult feat would be getting her to admit what she wanted. He had no problem commanding her to bend over while he took her on the library desk. Even the mistresses he had had were prone to squeamishness when he went too far. Would Helene accept his aggressive sexual needs?

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Helene was embarrassed about her erotic artwork. She might be doubly shamed to perform the sexual variations he had in mind, but so far, she had displayed only slight hesitancy, more from ignorance than revulsion. They hadnt said a word since hed entered the room. He wasnt yet ready to break the sensual mood by having a discussion regarding sexual proclivities. I want my drawings back, she said suddenly. And in no position whatsoever to make demands. I bought them. Helene surprised him but Redding wasnt ready to have this discussion. Not when he had an erection that needed soothing. He rolled over her again, positioned himself between her legs, and with a smooth slide, buried himself in her again. The tight, pulsing flesh caused him to grit his teeth. Theyre mine. Im your husbandthat makes them mine. For the first time, her expression was one of unremitting passion. She was beautiful in the candlelightopenmouthed, sloe-eyeda captured goddess subject to his demands. I didnt accept your diamonds, she panted. He pushed deep and she gasped, pulling against her bindings. And I dont accept the return of them. He lost himself in the smooth thrusting. Growing need pounded through him. Helene writhed under him, just as lost and very orgasmic as he intended. He pushed deep again, catching his breath, reining in his escalating passion. What do you want then? she asked. What did he want? Right now he wanted to stay buried in her body for the next week, but he felt his control slipping by degrees. What did he want? He wanted her willing and hot and available at his whim. He wanted her thinking about his cock. He wanted her on her knees, her mouth full of him and swallowing what he gave her. She may not have intended her offer to be sexual, but the gift of fucking wasnt one he would turn down under any circumstances. He lowered his mouth to her succulent breast and suckled again. He thrust mindlessly, her offer exciting him in ways that would keep him hard for her while he planned her payment. The pitch of her whimpers changed as he brought her to release for a third time. His ejaculation came in torrents inside her. His body jerked, each time causing another rush of semen, until he was panting, weak and crushing her with his weight. He reached for the tie binding her hands before he rolled from her. The weight of tiredness washed over him and his lids lowered, too heavy to keep open another moment.

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Before he returned her drawings, she was going to start her repayment by sucking his cock dry. I didnt agree to your arrangement. Heres your bracelet. He could barely lift his hand to pluck the cool diamonds from his chest. And hed forgotten to thank her for the drawing of Teddy.

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Chapter Fifteen
Well, whats your conclusion? Redding asked. He and Ederline were quietly reposed in the rose garden, sitting on cushioned wrought iron chairs enjoying their afternoon tea. Ederline pulled a cask from his waistcoat and doused his tea liberally. Helene had taken Edwards sister and Ederlines wife on an outing to the small village that had built up around the church and mill that serviced Glen Arbor. I would buy the entire collection right now. Even those that I havent seen. Redding sat up and lowered his cup to the saucer. His perfect equanimity did nothing to betray the flutter of excitement he felt in his gut. Are they that good? Some of them are brilliant. Some are the works of an amateur with extreme talent. Even those, given time, will be worth more than any investment I make. Are they for sale? I dont know, Redding said with honesty. They were Helenes paintings in spite of his assertion. Hed only meant to stop her from making a mistake. Ultimately, the decision would have to be hers. The personal drawings would need to be culled from the group. Hed stared at the drawing of Teddy again this morning, the likeness shockingly real and still piercing his heart. Will I be given first opportunity? What kind of opportunities would an artist like this have? Ederlines expression turned thoughtful. I would think a few small, private showings would be in order. In Paris, to start with. A bit of the foreign always seems to appeal to the English. Word will get out. A gallery showing next. Perhaps an exhibit at a hotel. Eventually, a museum. Of course that would be years away. Ill have the paintings displayed properly and well look at them after the ball. Reddings enthusiasm might be premature. Helene never reacted quite like he imagined she ought. Their conversation was interrupted by Donovan, who announced more visitors including Reddings Uncle Harold Rustin, his mothers brother. Harold appeared a moment later, ruddy-cheeked and loud. He drank too much and freely imbibed Reddings liquor whenever he finagled an invitation, which no doubt came from Mimi, who never liked a peer to be slighted. Invitations werent normally given to Harold. Alizabet wouldnt be happy her uncle was visiting. Edward would have to be there to intercept Alizabet when she returned from her shopping excursion.

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Was he ever going to have a peaceable few days with his wife? Visions of last nights conquest still tickled his memory and distracted him throughout the day. Helene had been pink-cheeked and demure under his steady regard. Had he imagined that she was enthusiastic in leaving the house this afternoon? Redding, good to be here again, Uncle Harold said. Redding stood and greeted him. He also introduced him to the marquess. Ederline was a little more highbrow than his uncle, who was only a baron and did not frequent the same circles. Redding suspected it was for different reasons than just his title, but then he was privy to the family secrets. An hour later, he excused himself. Ederline had found out that Harold was in the Peninsula during the war. Redding had heard the stories more than once. Escaping to the library, he had no sooner settled in when he was informed the ladies had returned. He was almost, no he was, happy to be seeing his wife. There was some subtle change in him since marriage. He had a companion now. One who had promised fidelity and myriad other impossible commitments that he had never believed likely until Helene. He had never wanted to try before. The happy sound of laughter filled the foyer. Or more precisely, the happy sound of women who had just spent scads of his and Ederlines money shopping filled the foyer. Redding played dutiful husband and walked out to meet them. Helenes happy gaze met his. Her cheeks were aglow. She turned her head away, still smiling though. Ladies. Oh Redding. I had forgotten that lovely shop they had in town with all the bonnets. You must see what I bought. His sister held up her packages. I have only one obligation here, and that is to see what my wife bought. He reached for Helenes packages and handed them off to the footmen. Lady Sarah and Alizabets hands were also emptied, their packages carried up the stairs. He clutched Helenes hand while the three of them continued to chatter. She gave him a sideways glance. When Lady Sarah took a breath, Redding interrupted. Alizabet, may I see you for a moment in the library? Certainly. This wont be long, will it? I promised Mimi that the moment we returned, Id bring the spoils to her room for a proper inspection. Ill arrange for tea, Helene said and slipped away. Once inside the library, he faced his sister. Well, what is it? Has Mimi done something to irritate you again? Alizabet plucked at her bonnet. Rustin is here. His small manor was not more than two hours from Glen Arbor. Far enough to keep Alizabet safe while it was needed.

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Alizabets skin went pale and she reached for the back of a chair for support. Why? Mimi invited him. I had no idea. Im sorry, I should have reviewed her list. You know how she is about formalities. Alizabets hand shook as she brushed a hand across her brow. I should leave. He cant hurt you anymore, but I understand if that is your wish. Helene walked in the room as Alizabet nearly stumbled to a chair. A footman carried the tea service. Whats happened? Helene asked, feeling or sensing some of the tension that hadnt even been spoken between brother and sister. She glanced between them, her gaze then fixed on Redding. In a moment, he said while the tea tray was set up on the small oval table between the sitting group. I need to go to my room. Excuse me, Alizabet said, rushing out of the library, following on the footmans heel. Helenes gaze followed Alizabet from the room and then pierced him with an unspoken demand. Redding turned to the sideboard and poured a drink, the clinking sound of the decanter hitting his glass the only sound in the suddenly tense environment. Youre going to tell me what just happened? Have a chair, Helene. He joined her, sipping at his drink before he faced her. In case you havent figured it out, our family is full of secrets. Most of them not worthy to be discussed in polite company. Helene didnt say a word. Her hands were folded in her lap. When duty called, Helene responded with her mothers perfect training, displaying neither curiosity nor frowning in censure that he wasnt forthcoming. Redding was more than a little astounded that having a wife was very calming to him. Perhaps it was true that when two carried a burden the load was lighter. There was no reason to hide the secret from his wife at this point. She already knew about his former mistress, his bastard son, his would-be relationship with Anne VanLandingham, the shooting death of his cousin. What was one more scandal in the heap of Chase indiscretions? Our uncle, Harold Rustin, abused Alizabet when she was a young girl. Abused? Helene frowned, her expression betraying her confusion. Her eyes went round as saucers thinking about the words hed said and the broader implication of what he hadnt said. Of course hed chosen the most polite word in his vocabulary for the most despicable of acts. He forced himself on her, he said, attempting to make his statement clearer.

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Understanding dawned and her mouth formed a perfect little O. She jumped to Alizabets defense. We should ask him to leave. It is not fair to your sister that he be allowed to stay. How can he show his face in polite company? Oh, how must your sister be feeling right now? Im not saying it is fair, but men like him, and me, are protected from the severity of the law. It was her word against his and nothing was ever said. My grandmother doesnt even know. It has just been better that she avoid him. But thats not right. Should a fifteen-year-old boy have called out his uncle and ruined his sisters reputation in the process? She begged me to keep her secret. That she couldnt bear for anyone else to know. She came to me thinking that I could stop him. My solution was to put her under Mimis protection. It worked but it never resolved the original sin. Oh, she said, lowering her head. She reached for his hand. Im sorry, Edward. I cant imagine how difficult that must have been for the two of you. She wouldnt let me tell Father. I never did. It had always been our secret. Does her husband know? I dont know. Shes never told me. I never asked. Redding swallowed back his drink and then braced his palms against his knees before standing. He held out his hand. Come with me, Helene. I have an aching need to get away from this madness for a few hours. And who better to do so with than Helene? She accepted and stood beside him. Will your sister be alarmed by our absence? Shell be fine. Helene accepted the statement but he could see the welling sadness in her gaze. Yes, it bothered him, but he did not know what to do for his sister. Aside from killing the monster. He took her out the back door beside the kitchen and then wrapped her arm in his before setting off. They started down a path that went between a garden shed and an old rock round house that might have been used to store goods in a bygone era. This path leads to the ruins and a very nice spring bath, and that one to the the lake dam. I should have had Donovan show you the way. You might find some nice vistas you wish to paint. Helene tensed at the mention of painting, their disagreement of her art still unresolved. Redding saw that her gaze was taking in all of the surroundings. She was already here painting, he thought. They were quiet except for the sound of the crunch made by their feet as they walked the path. The usual peaceful sounds of birds and creaking tree limbs made the walk serene and the silence something less than awkward. Its beautiful, isnt it? he asked. She nodded before turning her gaze to him. Yes. I thought so from the first day.

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There were three follies built around the lake. All useless eccentricities built by pervious earls, but they provided shade and a comfortable place to sit while viewing the lake. Helene stopped in her tracks, pointing toward the lakeshore ahead of them. What is that? The ruins of a Greek temple. Stone pillars lay about as if the temple had fallen to ruin when in fact it was built that way. Ive never seen one sorealistic. Its becoming more realistic by the year. Come. There is a nice place to sit on the other side. Redding placed a hand on a fallen pillar and leapt over. He reached back for Helene. A little jump might help. Ready? she asked, placing her hands on his arms. Redding hoisted her over and she landed safely on her feet, all smiles and wideeyed wonder. I like it, she said. He held her longer than necessary until she glanced up. Her gaze questioned his action in a way that spoke louder than words. He loosened his grip. Across the lake there is a castle ruin with part of a moat. And opposite the dower house, a capsized Viking ship. Helene laughed. You must have had many adventures when you were a boy. Alizabet was always playing the damsel in distress and I, the heroic conqueror. He smiled at the simple memory of his childhood. Would that all things were that easy. They sat on a stone bench for several quiet moments. Helene, about your paintings Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. You should have let me burn them. They arent appropriate for anyone to see. Then why did you draw them? he asked. She tried to stand but Redding gripped her arm. Please. I dont mean to shame you into telling me. Im curious. Thats all. She plucked at a strand of her hair. I dont know why. When I see something that is soso intense. And vivid. It stays with me until I can move it from my mind to the paper. Have you never noticed how beautiful it is when two people Do they excite you? Redding, please. She glanced away again. Do they? She clenched her jaw and said in a small voice, Yes. Are there more than just what youve drawn in the red book?

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She nodded. In my trunks. Maybe a hundred more or so. Things Ive seen at museums. Other paintings. The whores at Hyde Park and Vauxhall. And us. He traced his finger over the back of her hand. They were beautiful, Helene. I will return your art. They werent mine to take. He gripped her wrist and brought her hand across his lap. I meant for this to be a gift, not a bribe. He wrapped the diamond bracelet around her wrist and fastened the metal clasp. She stared down at the sparkling jewels, then placed her hand over it. Edward, I am lost here. Ive been lost since The fault is mine. It isnt. I should be grateful that you wished to marry me. I should be grateful that you allow me my art. She stared at him. Has it not felt all wrong to you? As if we werent meant to be together? I dont feel right when Im around you. He clutched her about the waist and hauled her to his lap. Her eyes grew wide but she didnt fight him. Feel? How could she deny how he made her body writhe in pleasure? How could she deny the thrilling response to his slightest touch? Even now, her tongue licked at her lips and her breath came in short, raspy pants. His hand searched under the voluminous skirts. When his hand touched the bare skin of her thigh, she gasped and her head lolled against his shoulder. His lips brushed her forehead as his fingers searched deeper. She was as wet as a spring day. His fingers slid with ease through her silken folds. One pass of his hand between her legs and he felt the immediate stirring of his cock. He could lay her back on the stone bench and show her what she could feel. His cock sliding into her tight sheath was all he needed to know about feeling right. She had softened in his arms. Her breath blew hot against his neck. A trickle of sweat ran down his back. He clenched his eyes shut, thinking to block out some of the strong pleasure coursing though his body. And what about now? Do you think of anyone but me when your body demands my touch? Oh Edward. Was it because she didnt want him that he wanted her so much? Is that all that he felt? He had snatched her from Preston after Preston had so easily conquered Anne VanLandingham. Was it a competition for him? Was it something more that caused this need to possess and conquer? His mouth found hers while two fingers slid into that perfect place and aroused her with slow strokes in and out of her body. His thumb caressed over the sweet nub that had fit so sweetly between his lips and would again. She sighed against his mouth. How could she heave and moan in his arms and still believe they would not suit?

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Redding had received harsh words from his mistresses before, but hearing from Helene that she didnt want him was a dose of his own medicine and he didnt like it. So, you think you still love Baron Preston? She touched his chest. Sympathetically. Comfortingly. No. A hundred times no. And I thank you for opening my eyes to that truth. I mean, I care about it him. Oh, Im saying this all wrong. He glanced toward the far shore. There was no help for their relationship. Married was married. Theyd have to make do. Helene would have to accept him as he was. We are married now, he said more sternly than he intended. Our future is irrevocably tied together and the sooner you accept that, the sooner we can make strides toward an amiable liaison. Redding assisted Helene from his lap. She was nearly boneless with quickly renewed passion, but he got her to her feet, her skirts falling into place, and then he stood beside her. He bowed and turned to depart. Lady Redding, if youll excuse me. Wait, she said. You can find your way back to the house? Of course, but I I wish to be alone, Helene. Any other husband would have forbade her art. Any other husband would never have tolerated her declared affection for another man. He stalked across the dam, following a narrow animal path, and then walked along the far side. He couldnt remember the last time he had strolled the distance around the water. Probably when he was a young man. Other than when Teddy had died, he couldnt remember when he had felt so unsettled. And what a contradiction that was! He started to understand Helenes claims. There was a certain tension between them. An unspoken friction that kept them at a distance and yet attracted. Where the lake had a tail, where the waters from the small creeks trailed down the swale, a long wooden bridge was built over the marshy silt of the waters. In the middle of the bridge, he stopped and looked toward the place where he had left Helene. Why should he be so dissatisfied? He had never had trouble winning over women, and with Helene, he had been completely amiable. It seemed reasonable to him that now he was married, he should wish for life to settle into a more stable rhythm. Lud, he didnt even recognize himself. The pathway wound around to the dower house. He stopped at the front door, wishing that Viv had gone back to London as he had requested. A moment of indecision was all it would take for a lifetime of regret. Viv opened the door, looking too radiant and too available. Eddie, what are you doing here?

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Walking, he said stupidly. He knew what hed get with Viv. He knew what hed leave behind when he left. Viv would temporarily sink her claws into his cock but he could walk away without a moments hesitation. Helene, on the other hand, owned him. Maybe thats why he felt as if he fought against a tightening web of commitments and duties and something achingly familiar to the sorrow hed felt when he lost Teddy. All he knew was that he wasnt happy. Viv studied him, one of her dark red brows arched in understanding. She was one of those few women who thought all of mens problems could be resolved with a quick fuck. And maybe she was right.

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Chapter Sixteen
For some reason, Redding invited that redheaded snippet to the house prior to Mimis grand ball. Miss Loves room at the far end of the hall was not far enough away. Aside from Reddings welcome distractions, Helene was able to keep her jealousy at bay by following Donovan about the house as the final preparations were being made, attempting to avoid this particular houseguest. The work kept her busy and made her feel that she was a least contributing. And the few times Donovan had insinuated that Mimi should be consulted, Helene had mimicked her mothers authoritarian stance and Donovan had bowed politely before doing as shed instructed, at least in her presence. It was time she asserted her rights as the new countess and so far, no one had stepped in to countermand her directions. The last three nights, Redding had retired to their bedchambers whenever she had and he had spent the entire night beside her. Hed stood in the doorway between their rooms, waiting for her, until she crossed the threshold into his. Each night. She had convinced herself that Miss Loves presence was more of a courtesy than any attraction he had for the woman. And Alexander was back too. She had greeted him courteously and left him to mingle with the other houseguests. Alizabets husband had unexpectedly arrived also. The house was filling by the hour. Between the party and Redding, she had little time to paint. Redding had returned her drawings to her with barely a word between them. Whatever accord they had reached about her painting remained unspoken although she couldnt help but believe she had his lasting support. Aside from Alexanders brief enthusiasm, shed never had anyone else believe in her dream. Hed invited her to place the drawing portfolios in a large locked cabinet in his room and he had given her a key, which she tucked safely away. When he had handed over the key, she had felt an overwhelming sense of trust. It astounded her that she could feel anything warm for Redding, let alone think about him several times a day. It hadnt been that long ago that she had professed eternal dislike for her husband. Had marriage changed her so much? Lying beside Redding at night was like being wrapped in fire. It wasnt just the warmth, he had a musky scent that made Helene weak and wanting. He always slept on his back and seemed not to move once asleep, but beforehand, he would pull her to his body and her face would nuzzle against that soft place between his chest and shoulder. She would drift to sleep with Reddings scent filling her nose and leaving its mark behind, catching her unawares during the day when she moved.

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Only when his eyes were closed and the peace of slumber was on his features could she study him with any level of comfort. Only then could she actually breathe normally. He had her in turmoil most of his waking hours, nothing like the soft affection she had felt for Alexander. Would that she could feel something like that with her husband, instead of this constant turbulence and extreme, breathless anxiety. Worse, she became obsessed with painting him. Each day that passed made her more determined to do so. For the house party, Helene had her hair styled by one of the maids. Braids were woven into a double coronet. Dora tightened the ribbons at the back of the lilac-colored satin dress. Helene moved her shoulders to even out the low-cut pointed bodice and off-the-shoulder sleeves. Tonight, Redding was going to notice her. She believed Redding when he said Miss Love meant nothing to him, but that didnt stop a bit of jealousy from rearing its ugly head. Hurry, Dora. The guests will be arriving soon and I need to be in place to greet them. Oh, the diamonds. I forgot the diamonds. Ill get them. Theyre just here on the bed. Dora retrieved them, handed the earbobs to Helene and then clasped the ends of the necklace. Let me do that, Redding said, taking the jewels from her ladys maid. She glanced up at him. He was smartly dressed, dancing shoes to cravat, missing only his jacket. Vincent had tied Reddings cravat in a perfect Osbaldeston, one of many in his repertoire. Redding lifted the chain over her head and lowered it around her neck. Helenes skin tingled. When his fingers grazed her bare skin, she bit her lips to prevent a sigh. The silver chain was cool to the touch. Reddings fingers were not. Youve forgotten your bracelet, he said. No, its right here. She pushed aside a lacy linen kerchief to reveal the sparkling bracelet. Redding lifted the jewels and used his other hand to clasp her wrist. He rubbed his thumb slowly over her pulse. He wrapped and fastened the cool metal and diamonds gently around her limb. He gazed at it for a moment before she tugged her hand away. There, he said. He placed his hands at her shoulders and kissed the top of her head before turning his gaze to the mirror. She couldnt look away. Drawing breath was like drowning. Her chest ached. Are you ready? he asked. She blinked, pulled in a steadying breath and placed her fingers in the palm of his hand as he assisted her up. I hope Mimi knows what shes doing. Did you have any doubt?
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Plenty. I imagined that no one would come on such short notice. And yet they all came, he said. I cant wait to show you off. He kissed her forehead and stared down at her. Give me a moment to fetch my jacket. She stood at the threshold between their rooms, watching Vincent finish dressing Redding and then brush his aged hands over the shoulders of the jacket. Again, Helene was struck by Reddings magnificence. He took her breath away. He turned, smiling broadly. Your guests await, he said, then led her out of the room and down the stairs. She could hear the hum of conversation already. She pressed her hand against her diaphragm. She stopped suddenly. Oh, I need to speak to Donovan. Ill send one of the servants. No, Ill take care of it. She wanted everything to be perfect, especially those parts of the ball that she had helped arrange. She stepped away from Redding. His penetrating gaze still did something to her insides, but she wasnt so afraid of his look now. I wont be long, she said, turning away from him and heading toward the kitchens. Helene, wait. He gripped her arm. His pull caught her off guard and she stumbled against him, her hands against his chest. I She saw his indecision. Instead of speaking, he leaned toward her. He gripped the back of her neck and kissed her. She laughed at the sudden intimacy and pulled away. Redding, she said softly. We have guests. So? I want you. No. Helenes cheeks heated. Not now. Later, then. Ill hold you to it. His stare made her breathless. She could paint Redding, but she didnt know if she would ever understand him. Somehow she tore herself away from him and his penetrating gaze, heading in search of Donovan. She passed several servants, each bustling to complete one task or another. She was directed first to the kitchens, then to the grand ballroom and finally to the third floor of Glen Arbors massive but mostly empty upper chambers. Helene searched one long hallway and then headed down the second one. She slowed as she came to the end of the long corridor. Her feet just stopped moving. She pressed a hand to her chest where her heart had stopped mid-beat. For a moment, her eyes blurred as she looked upon her paintings, several lined up along the hallway walls and leading into a lighted room. Curiosity and fear moved her forward. She placed her hand against the doorjamb and peeked inside the room. Donovan was hoisting one of her pictures onto a display easel.

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Donovan, what are you doing? He turned guiltily. Lady Redding. ImIm just finishing here. What exactly are you finishing? And for whom? She glanced around. All of the paintings stored at her parents home had been moved here. Somehow. Had her parents sent her works to get rid of them? Or had Redding acquired them? And if so, when? And why? Im sure Lord Redding can explain. She allowed her gaze to flit from picture to picture. She was relieved to see that it was only her traditional paintings. Each brought back a memory. Hyde Park in the spring. Vauxhall. Several days painting along the Thames and a trip to Brighton. Some of the paintings she had not viewed for several years. Her innocence and simplicity was evident, yet a rush of pride filled her being. I painted those. She remained surprisingly calm. Donovan hadnt moved. What is this room for? she asked. Painting, Lady Redding. Painting? She scanned the room, taking in the bank of windows, the three easels of varying sizes, a plush-looking chaise longue, a fireplaceand her paintings. Everywhere. She could smell the sawdust, cleaning polish and wood smoke. There were a few stacks of lumber in the corner along with a wooden farriers box that had been converted to a tool chest. Work had been completed on this room recently. Who in this house paints, Donovan? He cleared his throat but didnt speak. Does someone else in this house paint? she asked again. Only you, that I know of, Lady Redding. Helene didnt trust her thoughts or her emotions. If she was the only one who painted, then the room had been prepared for her. The appearance of her paintings only supported the notion. Did she know Redding at all? Should she feel outrage that he had made yet another decision about her paintings without consulting her? Or should she be thankful that he had taken such an interest in her work? Why are my paintings displayed thusly? Should they not be stored properly? It was as if they were being exhibited. Again, youll need to speak with Lord Redding. But you know? Yes. I wish for you to tell me, Donovan. Im sorry. I cannot.
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He had chosen an unfortunate time to become uncharacteristically stoic. She strolled around the room, leaving Donovan where he stood. She made her way toward the chaise longue and lowered herself. Do you not wish to return to the lower floor? The guests are arriving, Donovan asked, his gaze fixed on her as if she were going to fly into a tither, as Mama liked to say, always mixing her words. When was Redding going to tell me about this? I dont know. She was struck dumb. This room, whatever cost and effort had been put into the renovation, were beyond an artists dream. Or any dream she had ever had about a proper painting studio. For years she had painted in a corner of her room, with just enough light to make do. It didnt help that the English sun rarely cooperated with her efforts. What would Mama say if she could see all this? Her mother had been her biggest detractor, encouraging only the most feminine, wifely pursuits. This luxurious, perfect room would be a complete waste to her. I dont know, Lady Redding. She glanced at Donovan who stood as unobtrusively as possible near the door. She would think Redding out of his mind. Thats what she would think. And Im beginning to wonder myself. Why would he do this? Again that baffling question. Donovan didnt volunteer any information as to his masters reasoning. She ran her hand over the velvety smoothness of the chaise fabric. She had a hundred questions, none of which Donovan could or would answer. Should she rush out and thank Redding? Another thought came. Had Redding meant to surprise her? She pushed up from the longue, astonished that her legs even held her upright. You will not speak of this to Redding. He obviously didnt want me to know about it. I wouldnt know his plans. Helene smiled. Donovan, you and I both know that you know everything that happens within these walls. Im sure there are a few secrets Im not privy to. Would you do me this favor? Do not speak of my presence here. Im sure Lord Redding will tell me when he is prepared and not a moment before. As you wish. She took a deep breath of air, straightened her shoulders and left the room. By the time she reached the first floor, a smile had broken out. Her own painting studio! She would return the diamond bracelet to Redding. Nor would she ask for another gift as long as she drew breath.

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Suddenly the houseful of guests was a complete nuisance. She wanted Redding to tell her all about the room. She wanted to discuss her paintings. Find out when she could start using it. Ask him what he thought. Tell him about her heartache, now flown with the absolute joy of knowing she would be allowed to paintany time she wantedand without the continual nuisance of setting up an easel and dragging out her paints. When she reached the bottom step, she glanced up to see Redding approach. She couldnt help that her smile grew broader. She gripped the finial on the banister as a flutter passed through her again. He stopped and placed a hand to his hip. Finally. I have waited weeks to see that smile, he said. The crowds are gathering. I promised Mimi I would find you post-haste. He wrapped her arm in his and slowly walked her toward the foyer near the front door. He didnt ask about the heated glow and dazzling smile. He feared mentioning the fact might cause it to disappear. Oh Redding, she said, stopping a step later to gaze up at him. What has you in such a state? Let me guess, you are having visions of me and my bed. No, she said. Im having visions of what well be doing in it. Redding froze. Lady Redding, I dont think I like it when you tease. She raised her brows suggestively and Redding felt the quick jump of his cock in his trousers. It wouldnt take any time at all to dispatch with the lot of them and take you to my room this very moment. And disappoint Mimi? The party is for you. I would hate to disappoint you. You wont. You havent. Come. Before Mimi starts thumping her cane against the hardwood floor. Donovan wont like it if he must spend the entirety of the day sanding dents from the wood. The procession of incoming guests included several prominent locals, the minister and his wife and two knights of the realm. Lady Emberline Boothe and her brother Robert, Viscount North, were in the country at a nearby estate and had received an invitation. Alizabets husband, Charles, stood next to Helene while Mimi flanked him and his sister. The pariahsViv, Baron Preston and his Uncle Haroldwould all have to be dealt with carefully but thankfully, only Baron Preston was in the ballroom. Mimi basked in the attention, even though this country party wasnt a grand London ball and even though there were fewer than sixty in attendance.

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He glanced at his wife, who warmly greeted each of the guests. When she caught him gazing at her, she smiled. Redding did not want to contemplate the satisfaction he felt at that simple gesture. Redding preferred country simplicity over city duplicity. He went to town each year because it was expected and nearly required of ranking noblemen. He hoped Helene wasnt anxious to return any time soon. He hoped it would take many, many months before she ran out of inspiration for painting at Glen Arbor. As much as his presence had always riled Helene, she had the opposite effect on him. In the midst of his stormy life, he had found a vortex of calmness around her. When the last of the guests had arrived, Redding pushed Mimis mobile chair into the large ballroom and situated her so that she could see everyone and everything. He had convinced her the only way she was attending the ball was in the chair, which would make her attendance and participation more enjoyable. Miss Travers followed them in and took up a spot beside Mimi. Helenes hand brushed across his back before she departed. Three musicians were playing a slow tune as the crowd milled around the room, holding champagne flutes while talking with friends and neighbors. Mimis parties and her London balls had always been smashing successes. This one would be no different. Mimi, can I get you anything before I start the dancing with my wife? He searched the room for Helene, who had already reached the far side where she chatted with Viscount North. Redding located Baron Preston a suitable distance from his wife. True to her word, Viv was not in sight. He was very close to enjoying himself. Redding, we need to do this more often. Everyone has come. Its just like it was when your grandfather was alive. He bent to kiss her forehead. Except I would have asked you for the first dance. Ill be back in an hour to see you upstairs. Miss Travers, she is all yours. As he walked away, he heard Mimi say, Miss Travers, did you see Lady Boothes gown? Do you suppose it is French? He found Helene and led her to the dance floor. Several couples joined them. The musical trio provided the right ambiance for the gathering and once the dancing started, a more festive air pervaded the room. Its marvelous, isnt it? she asked. Im glad you are happy, he said. I am, Edward. Thank you. I wouldnt have thought it possible. At the risk of ruining that happiness, what are your plans this evening in regard to Baron Preston? Well, to begin with, I shall dance with him. Perhaps later, I will converse with him as he is our guest and then I shall wish him well when he departs.

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He swore he felt her fingertips caress his neck. Redding nodded in acknowledgement of her words as he turned Helene in time to avoid Lady Boothe and her partner. So I need not worry about him absconding with you a second time? For I believe I would be even more hostile should he make another attempt to steal what is mine. It takes two for such an agreement and I am no longer in agreement. Thats good. He had always thought hed be unmoved by his wifeany wife, not just Helene. Such a ton arrangement was common and he was prepared to participate in the timehonored tradition of indifferent partners in order to propagate the Chase ancestry. Instead, he was dangerously close to making a fool of himself. I would love to finish this set, but I must beg your leave, she said. The hostess does not get to enjoy the charms and dancing skills of all her guests, most especially her husband. Must you? I must. Dont forget to check on Mimi, she reminded him. They came to a stop while the other couples whirled by them. Until later, he said before kissing her hand. He did not get to dance with her the rest of the evening, but rather played the dutiful host, dancing with two more women until it was time to see that Mimi retired to her room. When he returned, Viviana had made her appearance. She knew many of the locals and those from London knew her from the opera. She made her way around the room as if she was born to a life of privilege. Helene had kept her word about Preston, at least within Reddings sight. Viv, however, eventually found him, demanding a dance. His promise to keep Viv at a distance was proving difficult. His obligation as host prevented rudeness and he really wasnt feeling up to upsetting Helene on tonight of all nights, but Viv would not be put off. Its not too late for us, Eddie, she said. Have you forgotten that Im married? Really, what do you see in her? Were she any paler, shed be a ghost. I didnt allow you to attend just so you could insult my wife. You need a demanding lover. A sheath to your rapier, so to speak. What makes you think I havent found that? I dont believe it. A prissy ton debutante? A proper miss with all the correct ancestors? Really, I think youve lost your senses. She suits me.

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Suits you? You make it sound so boring. Remind me never to marry. He glanced toward Helene, now dancing with the vicar. He supposed that on the exterior, Helene might appear demure and proper, and he didnt mind that. What Viv didnt know, and would never know, was that underneath, Helenes attractions were manifold. Perhaps it was the knowledge that inside she held captive desires that came loose when she painted. Perhaps because he was thoroughly satisfied bedding her. Satisfied? It seemed such a mundane term for perfect sexual pleasure. His gaze followed Helene again. She smiled brightly, the sight of her happy expression tugging at his insides. Oh, lud! Dont tell me youre in love with her? Redding lowered his brows, unwilling to dignify her remark. His relationship with his wife did not need to be defended, especially to a former lover. Viv laughed. How the mighty have fallen, she quipped. So the chase is finally over! How does it feel to be caught, Eddie? She laughed again, goading him in a way her prickly words hadnt. You and Preston will be leaving in the morning, he sternly reminded her. Not before noon, to be sure. She glanced up at him. Youve stunned me into silence. And yet youre still talking. Oh, I dont believe it. I cannot wait to tell the girls at Drury Lane. Several of them still held out hopes you would notice them and whisk them off to some dreamland where earls married opera singers. I tried to tell them there was no such place, having made the attempt myself. You were never interested in marriage, Viv. Not that it was ever a choice for men of his position. Earls had few options when it came to marriageable women. Helene was made for a man like himton polished, noble blood, inner beauty and perfectly innocent of right and wrong when it came to sex. She had no real notion that many women were repulsed by the act, yet Helene seemed attuned to her sexuality by means of her painting. I wasnt so foolish to hope for such a thing. Redding glanced at her expression. Maybe he did have feelings for Helene and maybe those feelings gave him a glimpse of how Viv must have felt by his rejection and Teddys death. I am sorry, Viv. I am sorry for what we had and lost, but I cant replace him. I know. I would never ask you to. Im glad youre happy, Redding. Truly, I am. I wont be seeing you off in the morning. I have plans with my wife. Not to worry, I fully intended to seduce the upright and moralistic baron on our return trip to London. He will have the fuck of his life, I promise.

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Chapter Seventeen
Helene relaxed as her stays were loosened. The party went past midnight, early by ton standards. Even so, she was tired. Since her marriage, she hadnt looked forward to an evening with Redding as she did tonight. She had watched him the entire evening. Hed only danced with Miss Love once, and not even a waltz. After Dora helped remove her dress, Helene slipped into a waiting, warm bath and quickly washed away the day. Once she was done, she patted herself dry and crawled into bed. She knew Redding would come for her. Tonight would be the first night she would lie with Redding as a full, willing participant. When she heard the knock at her door, she let out an exasperated sigh. She had had enough of everyone elses needs tonight. Right now, she wanted Redding. She located her flimsy rail and outer robe at the foot of her bed. Finding her slippers was a bit more difficult as one had ended up under her bed. Once covered, she padded to the door and cracked it open. Pardon, Lady Redding. Lord Redding wishes to see you. Donovan, its late. Why doesnt he just come to my room? He wishes to see you in the foyer. Helene stared, trying to decipher Donovans taciturn expression. Did he say what he needed? No, Lady Redding. Only that he wished to see you immediately. Has something happened with one of the guests? And then a terrible thought occurred to her. Has Baron Preston done something to upset my husband? No. That is, he has done nothing that Im aware of. Helene opened the door wide and stepped around Donovan. She didnt bother with tying her robe or stopping to glance in the mirror. As she flitted down the stairs, she slowed as she approached the last step. The front door was open. She grabbed the finial and had a disconcerting rush of excitement. Redding, she called. She stepped toward the door. The footman who was normally stationed in the foyer was nowhere to be seen. A soft breeze came through the open portal and she stepped through, standing at the top of the circular marble stairs. She clutched the robe and reached for the ties, wrapping a quick knot at her waist.

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A carriage stood waiting, the door open. It was Reddingsthe prominent horse head dark against the side. Helene glanced back into the house. She stood in indecision a moment longer before she took the first step. Redding? One of the horses neighed as she drew near. She sensed a presence a moment before she heard her name uttered from the darkness. Redding? she said a third time. She could see his shadowed form inside the carriage. He reached for her with one hand. Dumbly, she placed her fingers in his palm and stepped into the carriage. His powerful grip secured her waist and assisted her into the warm, secure confines of his lap. She turned toward him and opened her mouth to speak, but his finger pressed to her lips, instructing her to remain silent. His face was nearly indiscernible in the dark. Her world went completely dark as a cloth settled over her head and his palm cupped her mouth. Soft lips touched the skin at her neck. The scent of Redding washed through her and she felt her body relax, but he kept his hand over her mouth. Her heart stopped its erratic tripping. The carriage was moving. The arm about her waist kept her firmly in his lap. Hed held her this way in the carriage as they traveled to Glen Arbor. His hand at her mouth relaxed. Helene rocked to the sway of the carriage. She used her free hand, sliding it around his neck and holding herself steady. Her thumb caressed along his roughened jaw before she felt the silky smoothness of his hair. Redding. She was surethere had been a moment of concern that Baron Preston had contrived some foolish endeavor to hurt Redding. And to anger her. What she wasnt sure about was Reddings game. Her mind raced, but she could not fathom his purpose. She reached for the cloth covering her head but his hand stayed hergently but forcefully. Heat from his body seeped into hers through her clothing and to her core. She felt a cool, silken tie being wrapped around her wrists, tightening, drawing her hands away from him and securing them firmly together. An anxious, tripping beat pounded in her chest and her mouth went dry. The heat of his breath caressed the back of her neck. She gasped when his mouth touched her skin again. His hand slid between her legs, hampered by the light rail, but as he touched her, a burst of heat consumed her body. Without sight and without the ability to touch, she could only feel the licking waves caress over her. When the carriage came to a stop, Redding moved. He slipped his arm under her knees and picked her up before descending the steps. She was completely at his mercy, relying only on his arms to keep her secure.
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The aroma of pines filled her nose, much like the scent around the lake. A few seconds later, he opened a door and carried her inside. She heard the carriage wheel away as the door closed behind them. She had questions. She wanted to talk but she sensed Redding had his own plans and she was meant to acquiesce. It was too dark and she was too anxious to feel at complete ease. It added a perverse sense of excitement to her already overwrought senses. Besides the sound of her erratic breathing, all she could hear were Reddings footsteps across a floor, marble most likely. Though she hadnt been in the Dower House, it was the only thing that made sense. Inside another room, a door closed softly. Redding lowered her to the floor, holding her until she got her bearings. He stood close, his hands at her waist. Still he said nothing. She was startled when he lifted her hands over her head and secured them. Her breasts rose, hard and sensitive. An inkling of understanding washed through her. She tossed her head in an attempt to remove the covering. Redding, what are you doing? Fear snaked through, deeper now that she felt he was close to revealing his plans. Then Redding stepped away. His hand gripped her ankle, removed her slipper and her foot sank into plush, warm carpet. When he removed the other slipper, his hand lingered, sliding up her leg. Helene gasped. She closed her eyes, feeling the intense rush of desire, an uncomfortable and startling realization that Redding could command her no matter the circumstance. She was oddly aroused and more than a little curious. Already, and hed barely touched her, her body responded with sharp need, powerful pleasure coursing through her, wanting whatever he was going to do. He drew away for a moment. She heard his soft tread as he walked slowly around her and then the wispy sound of material brushing by her. From behind, he slid his hands around her waist and upward, cupping her breasts. She moaned as he kneaded with slow, sensual pressure. Then he tugged at the light material of her rail. With one strong yank, he dispensed with her covering. She sucked in a deep breath as the cool air brushed over her skin. Redding pulled away the last shreds of her garment, leaving her naked and exposed without even the benefit of her hands to cover her nudity. She didnt know if she was hidden by darkness or if the room was lit. Redding lifted the covering from her face. Her eyes adjusted to the light of candles spaced evenly along the floor. Mirrors were around her. He was behind her but she could not see his face. She glanced at her reflection in the mirror. Excitement coiled in the pit of her stomach. The sight was artistic and sensual. Her bareness, the wildness of her hair, the outline of Reddings naked body behind hershe was part of it but she had to see it all too.
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A trail of wetness seeped from her body. Her breath came in ragged catches as her excitement built. She wanted him to ravish her. Take her and use her. Reddings hand touched her waist. She gasped at the warm caress and moaned as his hands slid upward, cupping and kneading her breasts. She arched into his palms, wanting him to take more of her. He moved closer to her. His body touched the length of hers. She felt him. The coarseness of his chest hair against her shoulders. The hard length of his erection as it nestled against her back. His powerful, hard thighs against her bottom. She rocked into him and she heard him swear under his breath. Nothing made her happier than to know Redding wanted her the way he had wanted other beautiful women. She pushed to her toes and rubbed her bottom along his erection. He swore again. Louder. Redding stepped away from her, leaving her alone for a moment. Her gaze went back to the mirrors. The image of her body was reflected back in each of them. The sight was mysterious and astonishing. In the shadows, she could see Redding move. He stroked a silken cord along her skin. He drew his arm back. She felt a stinging slash against her bottom. She gasped. Her knees went weak and her body surged against the bonds over her head, holding her in place and keeping her from falling. Worse, her sheath clenched in need. Throbbing beats started between her legs. A fine sheen of sweat covered her skin. Her body went hot and then cold and hot again as he drew back his arm a second time. He swung the rope and it coiled around her thigh. Slowly, sensually, he tugged and it unwound. It was a whip. He had told her about it weeks ago. Tension radiated through her body at what else he might do with it. A third, lighter lash wrapped around her again, just kissing the plump, sensitive flesh at the apex of her thighs. The lash wasnt as sharp but caused her to clench her eyes and moan at the contact. Redding slipped his hand around her waist, sliding his fingers down her mons and between her thighs, catching the end of the silken cord and then brushing it over her skin. The heat of his erection was at her back again. She reacted, knowing what she wanted from him and wanting it now. She rubbed the length of him. He dropped the cord, one hand grasped her hip, the other, her breast before he pressed hard against her and started thrusting against her buttocks. She moaned and mewled. Behind her, Redding groaned loudly. She felt the hot, sticky ejaculate spill over her skin and slide downward. He leaned forward, his face in her hair, his body weighing heavily against hers. Damn. This isnt how Id planned the evening, he said under his breath.

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For a moment, Helene couldnt respond. Her body still thrummed with pent-up need. Redding, she gasped. He traced his fingers along her skin as he walked around her. When he faced her, Helene took a deep breath. He was every sinful dream she had ever had. He pressed his lips to hers. Stroking her skin, he continued the play that was interrupted by his untimely release. He trailed kisses down her neck and between her breasts before he knelt in front of her. He licked a path around her navel, causing her to flinch. He kissed along one of the red slashes that abraded her skin. Redding wrapped his hand behind her knee and lifted her leg over his shoulder. Helene wanted to die from the wickedness. As much as she wanted to see what he was doing, she lowered her eyelids, allowing the pleasure to consume her. She did not want to give up this gratification. She did not want to give up Redding. He used his fingers to open her and he slipped his tongue between her legs, lapping slowly, stoking fires that burned bright and hot. And she was powerlesshelplessto do anything. The sweet ache turned into throbbing torment as he sucked on the sensitive nub. He slipped a finger inside her. She curled her leg around his neck, pulling him closer. The rumble of his laughter vibrated through her. Hysteria built inside her. She was near boneless. She whimpered as the tightness in her back spread, sweeping upward and outward. Helene wanted to lose herself in this bit of forever. Until crashing waves swept over herstrong and deep and then slowing as she came back to reality. Redding moved her leg so that she stood on her own two feet, not that she could feel her legs. He caressed his hands up her thighs and settled them on her bottom. He kissed her stomach again and then smiled up at her. He was an artists dream. And a wifes. Redding carried her to the bed, swept back the covers and lowered her to the middle of the mattress. He had arranged the night a little differentlyan untimely ejaculation was not part of his plan. He had not been so aroused in years. Perhaps it was because he had imagined the seduction and submission for three days and had anticipated a grand night of bondage while fucking his wife in the throes of passion. She was replete and supple beneath him. He mounted her, pushing inside the pulsing warmth of her welcoming sheath. When he was in deep, he sighed in satisfaction. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck. She purred as he surged in and out of her. He was no more patient this time, but at least he assisted nominally with another orgasm.
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Helene woke early, insisting that they return to the mansion. She had glanced at him with a funny look when she realized hed also brought along clothes for her. She said nothing of their evening together. He was in no hurry to return and the carriage wasnt there for them. When she wanted to walk, he could not deny her wish. She gripped his hand as they walked, chattering away as if she were a young girl. As if she were happy. Breakfast was just being served and the other guests were still abed. Rather than take her usual spot, she filled her plate and took a chair beside him. What are your plans today? she asked. I am going to devote myself to loading carriages, including lifting baggage and hoisting unwelcome guests inside, if I must. Helene giggled. Do you promise that by the end of the day we will be alone? Finally? My solemn vow. Well, except for the Marquess. We have some business matters to attend. You wont mind, will you? Of course not. There is something I havent told you, Helene. Do hurry and finish your eggs. I will show you. He had told himself she would be happy about his interference. Helene smiled brightly, pushed away her plate and said, Im ready. By the time they reached the third-floor landing, Helene had her arm entwined with his. They stopped outside the door to her new studio. Helene, I did this for you. And I thank you. She pushed past him and opened the door. She practically danced around the room, brushing her fingertips over the glass panes, caressing the easelsher thoughts already painting masterpieces. I love it, Redding, she said dreamily. He stared at her for a moment, still standing in the doorway. You knew? he asked. She came to a stop in front of him and clutched both of his hands, dragging him into the room. Yes. Oh Edward, I have dreamt of such a studio. I only recently found out. Dont be upset with Donovan. I swore him to secrecy. She turned away again and strolled to one of the easels that contained her painting Hyde Park Morning. And you brought my paintings from home. This is all so wonderful. Why did you do it? Why did he do it? He had started this little endeavor before he understood the depth and scope of her work. Before he had talked to Ederline. Before he had any real chance with his wife. Before Viv had blurted out truths to which he was not ready to admit.
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I shouldnt have asked. You did it and that is enough for me. It is what I have always wanted. It is all that I have ever wanted. To paint. To draw. To have my paintings around me. I love you for this, Edward. And why didnt you tell me? I was fairly bursting to tell you I knew. She danced around the room again, her skirts swirling in a dizzying display much like his head had been doing since his marriage. He had walked into a trap of his own making. I did it becausebecause I love your paintings, he said. She came to a sudden stop, gazing at him in that wide-eyed way that made it seem as if she saw everything. And for no other reason? What other reason could there be? He shrugged and then turned toward another easel containing a sunrise, appropriately named A New Day, and up until a few moments ago, apropos of his hope for his marriage. It was not easy to be in the same position as Baron Preston. In fact, it was damned infuriating, but Redding had painted himself in a corner as if he wielded Helenes brushes. Her affection for Preston was rooted in his respect for her work. Hadnt she just admitted to the same affection for him? He could tell her that he loved her. He had no doubt she would respond in kind, uttering the words without thought. But would she mean it? Did she know her own mind? Or her heart? Had she truly shed her affection for Preston, or was her temporary joy only a mask for ambivalent feelings toward him and a deep pleasure at receiving a desired gift? Would he ever know for sure? Do you know who I want to paint first? she asked. Enlighten me. Mimi! Oh, and you must tell her I will make her look ten years younger or she will never agree. As soon as she is mobile, I will start. She put a finger to her lips. And she must dress in crimson. It would do so much for her hair. You will ask her, wont you, Edward? Of course. There is something more, Helene. Ive asked Louis Ederline to look at your work. His first impression has been most favorable, but he wants to look at everything. She pressed her hand to her chest. Oh Edward, you cant mean it! She rushed across the room to stand in front of him, examining every line of his face to determine the truth of his words for herself. Ederline is one of the foremost collectors in London, he said matter-of-factly. I know! Ive heard the Duchess of Pelham talk about him. He likes what Ive drawn? What he has seen, yes. We talked about a show. In Paris, perhaps. A show? Of my works? she squeaked. Im not that good.
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You are that good, Helene. Helene turned from him, found the nearest seat and folded her hands in her lap. He watched as she glanced around the room and then bit at her lips. Say something, he said. This isthis is a dream come true. And I have you to thank. She took a deep gulp of air. Im feeling a little breathless. Then perhaps you should lie down. I dont want you to faint when I tell you that Arnaud Brucharde will arrive within a week. Oh Edward. Monsieur Brucharde? Hes coming here? Hes the best. At least that currently resides in Britain and was willing to accept such a short commission. She reached for him. Edward gripped her quivering hand and pulled her to her feet. He was feeling a little breathless himself. Her arms slid, warm and inviting, around his neck. How will I ever thank you? she asked. A question for which I have a hundred answers. Time was on his side. While he waited for her to recognize him for something other than a trusted benefactor, he would enjoy her thankfulness in the best way he knew how.

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Epilogue
Five months later Paris was all that Helene had hoped, especially with Redding at her side. They had arrived four days ago. Touring the city had delighted her artists imagination. Their small hostelry with a fourth-floor balcony overlooked the spectacular city. Redding had indulged her with rich foods and famous art and days full of history lessons. She stared at Reddings face as he looked out the carriage window. He had done this for her. The first surprise arrived at Glen Arbor five months ago. Redding had hired a private instructor for herone of the besta French master. And now, her own art show at a small gallery. Lord Ederline had helped arrange everything. Shed had to calm her nerves and curb her excitement when Ederline had purchased a dozen of her most scandalous drawings for his private collection. Redding had kept a few for himself too. Hed had the drawing of Teddy mounted and placed in his bedroom. The months leading up to this night had been one delightful surprise after another. Including love. Something had happened that first day in her painting studio. Or maybe it had been happening and she hadnt realized what it was. It had scared her when her conscience had whispered, You love him. She couldnt pinpoint the precise moment she realized. It was like the blossoming of a flower. One moment a bud, the next the petals were open and full. But her feeling had grown and spread until she fairly glowed from the inside out. She had been sketching a drawing of himhed been on horseback looking so cavalier and worldly when she realized her life was no longer her own. She belonged to Reddingheart, body and mind. Maybe she had loved him from the first, but was blinded by her affection for Alexander and her shock at being married to such a man as Redding. How did one know the moment of such an event? How did one not know? Love had been like breathing, it came so artlessly and effortlessly, she had not known what it was until she realized she could not give him up without losing her own soul. She was going to tell him tonight. Just once. She didnt want him to feel as if he had to reciprocate or that she required an affirming response. Long ago, Alexander had said he loved her but he had proven the meaninglessness of his words. She had come to believe that it was her constant chatter about love that
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caused him to react the way he did. And shed been immature, not bothering to examine what she really feltfriendship and affection. She wouldnt speak the words foolishly a second time. In nearly six months of marriage, Redding had done more than any man needed to please his wife, but hed never said he loved her. Perhaps he didnt, but she couldnt fault him for being demonstrative in other ways. If Redding ever expressed his affection for her, shed know that he meant every word. He would not say them lightly. Maybe he was just one of those men who didnt feel comfortable expressing words of emotion. She wasnt going to be the needy wife who required them, not when hed shown her the best of himself by allowing her to be what she wasan artist. Redding, I must tell you something. She clutched her hands together and held them in her lap so they did not shake. You have my complete attention. I want you to know I could leave this all behind now. We could keep driving and it wouldnt matter because I have you. I love you, Edward. I need you to know that I love you more than I love my painting. More than anything. Redding remained silent but his perusal stole through her, confirming that he listened. And whats more amazing is that I know you would never ask me to drive on and leave it behind. You would tell me that my art needs to be seenwell, I dont know what you would tell me, but it seemed important to say it. I love you. I will always love you. There. Ive said it. Thats all. She cleared her throat, now nervous from her outpouring. He clutched her hand and brought it slowly to his lips. His gaze did not leave hers. His lips brushed over her skin, he smiled then squeezed affectionately. Now that it had been said, she put it behind her. Obviously he did too. We are nearing the gallery, he said at last. She glanced out the carriage window. Maybe it wasnt the right time to tell Redding of her feelings. Perhaps she should have waited for another night, another time. She had other news to impart, but she would wait for that announcement as she wanted to be sure and a few more weeks wouldnt hurt. Perhaps she was also a little wary of delivering the news for fear that her unnamed anxiety would be put to the test. Redding would be thrilled by the news of a child. She did not want the news that she had fulfilled her wifely duty to eclipse the fact she had come to a much larger truth she would love him forever. Besides, when she told Redding of the babehis sonshe wanted the moment to be about him, not a by-the-way moment in the midst of her dream. What do you think? he asked. His gaze sought her approval as they neared the studio. Are we doing the right thing?
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Well find out soon enough. He clasped her hand. All will be well. Your art needs to be seen. She smiled, hearing him restate her words. Youve believed in me from the first time you saw my work. As will everyone who sees it tonight. The carriage rolled to a stop. The lighted gallery was on the prominent corner of a busy street. Helenes stomach flipped in anticipation. The paintings had been sent over a month ago to be mounted and prepared for display. She had selected all the paintings she thought worthy of a private viewing. Redding had made further recommendations, including some of the nudes. The idea of them being displayed publicly still made her blush. He had chosen those drawings that revealed many of her inner desires. The ones that she had never believed anyone would see. She refused to allow any of Redding. Or of her. Redding clutched her hand and brought it to his lips again. He kissed the back of her hand. They will love your paintings as much as I do. Youll see. The carriage door was opened and Redding descended. Helene stepped down and took in the sight of the gaslit street. A large glass window displayed the bright interior beyond. Several men already milled inside. She wrapped her hand around Reddings arm and he led her through the double doors, held open by a man wearing a red and black uniform. Steady, Redding whispered at her side. Im trying to pretend this isnt about me. He smiled down at her, a lock of his black hair had fallen across his brow. She answered with her own smile. His utter handsomeness caused her to sigh. She glanced at the gallery and back at him. She would give it up, never paint another stroke, if he asked it of her. She would. His hand settled at her back as he guided her into the gallery. Oh Redding, she said. She clutched his arm. Her paintings! Tears welled up in her eyes. Each of the paintings was displayed to perfection. Gilt frames encased the larger paintings. The charcoal drawings were mounted in white and black frames and displayed against a black velvet backdrop. She walked away from Redding. Intrigued. Shocked. Here and there she stopped. Had she really drawn them? Her mind analyzed and cataloged each one, finding no flaw in the work the gallery had done to prepare for this night. She didnt know how long she wandered until she felt Redding at her side again. Come. Everyone wants to meet you. This was her momentone shed feared and hoped for.
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The night was a daze of introductions and accolades. She didnt believe she could have borne the chaos without Redding at her side. He had supported her from the beginning, or at least, the moment he had first seen her drawings. Redding purchased two of her framed paintingsfoolishly so, in her view and then he informed her that they truly belonged to him and not to ask him to return them. He could have all the paintings she drew for free but his faithful show of support warmed her heart. Once they had reached the comfortable confines of their carriage, Redding slid his arm behind her and pulled her close. She lowered her head to his chest, caressing his thigh with her hand. Why, Edward? Why have you done all of this for me? Have I not told you many times that I love your art? That is the only reason? What other reason do I need? She said she wouldnt require him to say the words, but how she wanted to hear them. I have a surprise for you tonight, he said. I dont think I can take anymorethe night was too wonderful for words. He pressed his lips to her forehead. Yes. It was. Nevertheless, I think you will enjoy what I have planned. The carriage rattled along the cobbled street. Reddings hand soothed up and down her arm and she felt the pleasant sensation of drowsiness. Were here. Where are we? she asked, attempting to sit upright after the pleasant cuddling against Redding. A brothel. A brothel? I am the Wicked Lord Redding. She could hear the laughter in his voice. How could I forget? she asked. But why are we here? Ill show you. A thin abbess greeted them and discreetly led them through the Parisian townhome and up a wide set of stairs. It was no ordinary brothel, or rather it wasnt as she had pictured a brothel. Gilt paintings and mirrors. Rich, many-tiered chandeliers. Sumptuous Turkish carpets. Maybe she needed to paint a lavish, and lascivious, depiction of the scene. The decorated ladies were dressed seductivelyfeathers in their hair, corsets laced tight and their breasts plumped upand Helene had a sharp wish to be so appealing to Redding. She noticed he looked too.

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Helenes gaze darted from one colorful display to another until they entered a darkened hallway. The abbess opened a door and allowed Helene to enter first. Images of her and Redding appeared around the room. Every inch of wall spaceand the ceilingwas covered in mirrors. She caught his gaze in the reflection. A more perfect attempt, he said. The bed in the middle of the room was covered in black silk. There was no headboard. There were few things in the room, but all were selected for their brightness of color. Yellow roses, green votives, blue sashes and a red, plush carpet. When she faced Redding, they were quite alone. He jerked at his cravat. Take off your clothes, Helene. Now. Every man in that room wanted to shag the woman whod made those drawings. And all I could think about was that I was the one who would get to. Redding! Now. Redding had his cravat and jacket off and worked at the studs of his shirt. When he saw that she was unmoving, he gripped her shoulders, turned her and began tugging at the lacings that entwined the back of her dress. Helene smiled at his aggressiveness. She reveled in Reddings display. When the material at her shoulders gave way, she shrugged then wiggled out of her dress, which fell to the floor in a heap of silk and lace. The kaleidoscope of images reflected around hershe stood in her white corset with the chemise below. Her breasts were plump above the material. Her waist was cinched tight, emphasizing its smallness. Helene walked away from Redding and stood in front of one of the mirrors. She placed her palms against the reflection and stared hard. She could see Redding move to the middle of the room. He stripped his shirt from his body and then sat on the bed to tackle his boots. Hurry, Helene. Im ahead of you. She couldnt take her eyes from the vivid images. It was an artists dream. And a lovers. She unfastened the clasps of her corset and then lifted the chemise over her head. Redding had removed his trousers and smallclothes. He stood naked next to the bed but she could see him from all sides. Do you like it? Madame Chartier specializes in the unique. Its exquisite. Youve dawdled long enough. So I have. What did you have in mind? Were naked. What else could I have in mind? We had such fun the last time we had mirrors. I seem to remember an abrupt ending to the evening.
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What can I say? I was under an enormous amount of pressure to perform. Helene strolled toward him, feeling absolute freedom for the first time in their marriage. Shed said what needed to be said. Now she needed to show him without the words. She walked around him. With one finger, she trailed a path up his arm, over his shoulder and down his back. Do you like what you see? he asked. I always have. She slid her hands over his buttocks and then wrapped them around his waist, caressing upward to the hard muscles of his chest. She pressed her lips to his back, pulling him close as she did so. Her breasts warmed to the heat of him. She had lived a dream she had not thought possible. She had confessed the depth of her love. Oh Edward. I am so happy. Are you? He turned in her arms, his hands everywhere at once. She glanced up at her wicked lord, his hair falling wildly over his brow. Then what I have to tell you will no doubt pale in comparison. Probably, especially if you are going to tell me how the Roman aqueducts were built. That is for a rainy afternoon and a bottle of Madeira. He kissed the tip of her nose. This is much better told while wrapped in the naked embrace of the woman I love. Tears blurred her vision. She thought her heart had stopped beating. Truly? He nodded. Truly? she asked again. I was afraid that sentiment Was beyond the scope of a ton gentleman? I fear it is true, Helene. I love you. Nude paintings and all. You are my life and I wont give you up. Ever. He brushed his fingers along her jaw and slid them into her hair, tilting her head. He placed a kiss to her lips. Come to bed. I want you to see all the ways I can love you. No, let me love you, she said. She placed her hands against his chest and pushed. He stepped back, his legs touching the bed. Sit. Redding squinted as he gazed at her but he obeyed. He settled on the bed, his hands behind, bracing himself upright. His cock stood proud between his legs, bobbing and jerking in anticipation. You would make me a very happy man if youd put my cock in your mouth, Lady Redding. She stepped between his spread legs and braced her hands against his shoulders. He met her, his hands sliding around her waist and his mouth greedily searching at her breasts until he had suckled a mouthful of flesh.

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Helene closed her eyes for a moment before snatching another look in the mirrors. She slid one hand over his back, slipping her fingers through his black hair, holding him close. He laved her other nipple with his tongue. Stepping backward, Helene knelt between his legs. She had a small moment of regret that this was one thing she couldnt watch in the mirror. She brushed her fingers over the hard manhood and playfully cupped the soft testes. Redding tensed, leaning back on his arms again before lowering farther, braced by his elbows. His cock jutted upward, strong and beautiful. He thrust his hips, sending her an invitation to please him. She teased him, stroking her hands from his knees to his groin. Cum pearled at the tip of his cock. Youd better hurry, he said. When she licked the length of his erection, he groaned, dropping his head back and gritting his teeth. She touched her tongue to the cum and swiped it away. He swore. She licked her lips and then opened her mouth, taking him in. Deep. Redding let her do the work and she happily suctioned with her mouth, sliding up and down the length of his cock and enjoying the sounds of his surrender. He wrapped one hand around her neck and his hips joined in a rhythmic thrust. Her fingers toyed with the sac until she felt the balls inside draw up and tighten. He tensed and sucked in a deep breath. Helene knew him like she knew her own body. She took his cock deep in her mouth, swallowing when the warm burst of semen coated her tongue. With each of his last thrusts, he moaned, until he was spent and then collapsed on the bed. While he lay there panting, she crawled onto the bed and lay on her back, gazing at the reflection of them in the overhead mirrors. Redding was staring up at her. I need some inspiration, Helene. Spread your legs for me. She did, but the moment overcame her. She wanted to see all that Redding saw. She lifted her legs from the bed and grasped her knees, opening herself to her gaze. And Reddings. With a quick roll, he was on the bed and between her legs. He clasped her knees, his hands sliding down the inside of her thighs before his fingers spread the folds of her body. All this she watched as her body responded with an aching need to be possessed. Already the pink pearl between her legs throbbed in anticipation. She gazed as her chest heaved and her breasts moved with each intake. To her artists vision, it was beautiful. To a lover, it was perfection. Redding descended. His mouth covered her and his tongue laved, hidden between her legs while she watched above. Until he had caused the ache to blossom into indescribable pleasure and she had to close her eyes to the absolute beauty of heaven. God, I love you, Redding.
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And I worship you, Lady Redding, he said. He smiled devilishly before disappearing between her legs and providing her with another perfect demonstration of his devotion. Afterward, she lay in his arms, looking at the mirrors overhead and seeing their replete reflection as they lay naked and entwined on the bed. Will you allow me to paint you? she asked. Certainly. Naked? My sketchbooks are in the carriage. I can have them brought up. What do you want me to do? Pose while eating grapes? No. Just do what you do best. He rolled to his side and stared down at her. And whats that? Being wicked.

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About the Author


Eliza thinks romance writing is nearly as good as the real thing. Given her choice of professions, she would have preferred to be a 19th-century archeologist, but she is perfectly happy living in the 21st century and comfortably writing about such romantic but inconceivably inconvenient times, instead. She enjoys traveling, movies, everyone elses novels and a good meal out with friends on Saturday night. Her greatest flaw is that she believes there is such a thing as true love. Dont tell her otherwise, please. Eliza welcomes comments from readers. You can find her email address on her author bio page at www.ellorascave.com.

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Wicked Desires

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