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Ally rolled her eyes. “That’s ridiculous.”

“Oh? I might have gotten you with child. Have you thought of that?”

Truthfully, she hadn’t. “Why didn’t you pull out then?”

“I…should have. You’re absolutely right. But my God…”

“I’m sure I’m not with child. I finished my courses only days ago.”

“That means nothing.”

Embarrassment flooded her. Had she truly just mentioned her courses to a gentleman? A gentleman who had just thoroughly fucked her, but still…

“That method is completely unreliable. And how do you even know about that?”

“I’ve told you before. I read.”

“We should marry at once.”

“You’ve gone dotty. I’m not going to marry you.”

“I can take care of you fine.”

“I don’t want to be taken care of fine, damn it! I want to be rich. I’ll not go through those worries again. Ever. I’m going to marry Mr. Landon.”

“Oh, I see.” Evan cast his gaze downward. “And Landon, as we all know, is worth millions.”

“Exactly.”

“Well, he hasn’t proposed to you yet, has he?”

“He will.” And she had no doubt he would, after Evan caught them together. Of course that plan was spoiled now. They’d go back to the Brighton estate, and she’d need to plan another trip to London—one that didn’t coincide with the worst rainstorm in decades.

“This is ridiculous, Alexandra. You and I must marry, posthaste. I’ll not hear another word about it.”

“Pardon?” Who did he think he was? “I’ll not be ordered around by anyone, certainly not by my stepbrother and a second son.”

Even in the darkness, his eyes blazed. She’d gone too far. He was angry.

“You will marry me, damn it.” He rolled on top of her and clamped his mouth onto hers.

The kiss was angry, punishing. And arousing. She squirmed beneath him, trying to free herself, to no avail.

She didn’t really want to be freed. She returned his passionate kiss, opening to him and taking his punishment. No kiss had ever been like this. He was sucking her soul from her, and she was happy to let him. He continued kissing her while he trailed one hand down her arm and toyed with her folds, which were already slick with moisture. When he entered her with a finger, she gasped.

Still he punished her with his mouth, taking, demanding, and she responded, giving herself to him willingly.

She sucked in a breath as, within seconds, he replaced his finger in her pussy with his hard, thick cock.

He pummeled into her, still punishing, and Lord, how good it felt to be taken so roughly, with such feral exuberance. She arched upward, trying to get him to go deeper. And still he pounded into her.

Though still sore from before, his cock inside her completed her, eased the emptiness that so often plagued her. And she shattered, her climax ripping through her like a thunderbolt.

“Evan, oh Evan!” she cried out.

“That’s right, Alexandra. Come for me.” He continued to plunge into her depths, taking her to new heights, until he finally groaned, and with one final thrust, pushed hard into her.

“Damn it!” he said when his breathing had returned to normal.


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