His Lady Mistress

Elizabeth Rolls91woman could give herself so completely. It had never beenmore than an exchange of pleasure. But now... The soonerhe arose and got on the road back to London, the sooner hecould have Selina in his bed again.In his life. He knew now what he wanted. He couldn’tmarry. His word had been given. But he could still haveSelina to care for, a family to protect. She would be his. Hisonly. That was the difference. She was his. To protect. Carefor. Love?He flung back the covers and swung his legs out of bed.Harding would be in soon anyway, so... What the devil wasthat?The small, dark stain in the centre of the lower sheet laythere accusingly. He sat down on the edge of the bed, staring,shock white hot in every vein. It wasn’t true. It couldn’t betrue. The evidence before his eyes assured him that it was.Dazedly he thought back. How the devil could he havemissed something like that?You weren’t expecting it. You thought Faringdon had hadher. And she certainly didn’t say anything.Ignoring the aching desire in his loins, he relived the momenthe had taken her. She’d been so soft and pliant beneathhim as he rolled on top of her. Her mouth a sweetness of fireunder his as he spread her legs apart. He frowned. Yes, she’dstiffened as she felt him pressing against her. Natural enoughif Faringdon had abused her. She had begged him not to stopwhen he offered. He had teased her a little more with hisfingers until she cried out, lifting against him, as urgent ashe.He’d taken her mouth and body in the same searing instant,driving deep. So urgently he hadn’t realised her innocence.That cry his kiss had absorbed... He winced. Thinking it acry of joy, of pleasure, he’d pressed even deeper, claimingeverything she had to give. He shuddered at the realisationthat it had probably been a cry of pain, that whatever pleasure