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“You’re a child. ”

“Perhaps compared to your great age, but I’m three and twenty and have seen far more than most women my age. How old are you?”

He seemed amused. “Nine and thirty. Old enough to be your father. I was very active when I was sixteen. ”

“And my mother doubtless was a whore even back then, but it’s been pointed out to me that I bear an unfortunate resemblance to my father. The Nose, you see. ”

“I quite like your nose. ”

She looked at him with dislike. “Let me explain things in short, clear sentences since you seem unable to comprehend. I have no interest in marrying your cousin, for whatever reason you think it a good idea. You are not to send any more inappropriate gifts to our household, and most importantly, you are to keep away from my sister. Is that clear, or do you need me to repeat it even more slowly?”

“It’s very clear, Miss Harriman,” he said. “But what if I don’t wish to? What if I require some other kind of motivation to follow your stringent orders?”

“Such as what?” she asked, suspicious.

“I think you should come here, Miss Harriman,” he said in a soft, silken voice. “And I will show you. ”

It was foolishness, pure and simple, but she was beyond tired, and feeling cross and reckless. He was challenging her, and Elinor had never been one to back down from a challenge. She stared at him for a long moment, her eyes meeting his with cold disdain. And then she rose and crossed the room so that she stood in front of him as he lounged on the settee.

“Yes?” she said in a cool voice. The embarrassing flush had fled, leaving her cold and determined.

He had the smile of an angel. Which made him doubly dangerous, given his devilish proclivities. “Kneel down. ”

She arched an eyebrow. She no more believed in his supposed passion for her than she believed in fairies or a just and loving god, but she was willing to see how far he would carry this bluff. And what kind of safety for Lydia she could claim.

She sank to her knees in her threadbare clothes, letting them pool around her. Her eyes were the level of his, and she met his hard blue gaze with a steely one of her own.

“That’s right, poppet,” he murmured. “And now you may kiss me. ”

She started to get up but he caught her arm, pulling her back, and she noticed with dismay he was quite strong. “I just want to see what a kiss from a bad-tempered virgin would taste like. I’m not asking for anything more, not at the moment. In general, I don’t care much for kissing, but I vaguely remember that’s part of the whole ritual with untried females. ”

“You really are mad,” she said feelingly. “All I can assume is that you’re caught in the toils of the same disease that afflicts my mother, and while I’m very sorry for you, it’s simply the wages of sin. You can’t fornicate with every creature who crosses your path and not pay the price. ”

“Poppet, you greatly overestimate my stamina. And my foolishness. In fact, I’m very careful to avoid diseased partners. Any sensible man would. ”

She wanted to throw up. She knew just what lengths men would go to avoid diseased partners. She kept her voice and face steady. “I rejoice to hear it. May you have a long and happy life of debauchery. I, however, do not plan to be part of it. ”

“My precious, I’m not asking you to. I’m merely requesting a kiss from those disapproving lips. Is it so much to ask? Don’t be missish. It’s not as if I’m opening my breeches for you to service me. ”

She should have been horrified at his words, but she knew well enough what he was talking about. It was common currency in the back alleys and the drawing rooms, though she was unable to fathom why people would want to engage in such things. That he should even allude to it didn’t surprise her.

“Is a chaste kiss so much to ask? After that you may go home in my carriage and I promise I won’t even demand you send my presents back. ”

She couldn’t break away, not without an undignified struggle. And part of her didn’t want to break away. A wild, reckless part of her, one that she always denied, kept wrapped up tight inside her, cried to escape. “If you truly wanted to kiss me you’d get up from the settee. ”

“But I don’t. I have no interest in kissing you, at least not at the moment. I’m not saying that won’t change, but for now I’m much more interested in what would happen if you kissed me. I’m assuming your virginal state only extends below the waist, or at worst, below the neck. Kiss me, and I’ll let you go. ”

She looked into his ruined beauty and hated him. Hated him for a thousand reasons, most of which had nothing to do with him at all. Hated him because she wanted to kiss him, wanted those pale, beautiful hands on her body, wanted the wild, wicked things he’d promised. False promises, all of them.

She’d had enough, of him, of men in general, and with a sudden burst she yanked free, falling backward and scrambling to her feet.

He caught her by the door, moving faster than she would have thought he was capable. He took her shoulders and spun her around, pushing her back against the door. “I believe I said you weren’t leaving without a kiss,” he said softly. “I assure you, it’s not such a difficult thing. I’ll demonstrate. ” And his mouth covered hers.

It was a shock. The intimacy of it, like nothing she’d ever felt before. Hard and wet and deep, his mouth open against hers, demanding a response she didn’t know how to give. It was a far cry from the chaste first kiss she’d dreamed of—it tasted of sex and desire and dark delight, and for the first time she began to understand why people sought such things.

He lifted his head, looking down at her, and she stared up into his hard blue eyes, half hidden by his ridiculously long lashes. “You survived that quite well, my sweet. Now kiss me back. I know you must have been kissed before—it’s not near so dire as losing your innocence. I want to taste a virgin’s kiss. ”

She froze, still trapped against the door by his bigger, stronger body. “Then I’m sorry, I’m afraid I don’t fit your requirements,” she said stiffly. “You’ll have to look elsewhere. ”


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