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night, my dear.” Edward bent over her hand, pressing a
warm kiss on her skin. Shivers ran up her spine as his tongue flicked out, and
he licked her. “Excellent game.”
    “Good night, Edward.” His eyes glowed when she used his
given name. She really should not have done that, but it slipped out.
    Malcolm grabbed her hand and kissed it as well. It was a
sloppy, slimy counterpoint to Edward’s elegant buss. Also, he did not let go of
her hand. A small scuffle ensued as she attempted to wrench free.
    He probably would never have let her go if Edward hadn’t
dropped a heavy arm around his shoulders. “What do you say to a game of
billiards, young Malcolm?” he asked.
    Malcolm frowned. “I thought you said you were tired?”
    “I fancy a nightcap.”
    “Ooh. Whiskey?” Malcolm perked up at that.
    “Certainly.”
    “That would be fine.”
    Edward drew him away. His gaze, however, tangled with hers
as she opened her door. “Until later, my dear,” he murmured.
    That was when she knew. She knew he intended to claim his
winnings tonight.
    He would be back.

Chapter Six
     
    As she waited for him, she passed the time reading. Probably
a mistake, for as she followed Asha’s adventures in the harem bath, through
several bouts of punishment—she was a very rebellious girl—and an erotic meal,
Kaitlin’s tension, and something else, rose. When she got to the scene where
Asha was required to minister to the Grand Vizier, with her mouth on his
cock—which was both shocking and titillating—she was in a wad.
    She didn’t dare touch herself, as she had earlier, though
the temptation was high. She didn’t know when Edward would return and she
didn’t want to greet him with fingers drenched with musky cream.
    Although he would probably appreciate that.
    By the time he finally knocked, she was humming with
excitement.
    She ran to the door and flung it open and—
    Mother Mary. It wasn’t Edward.
    It was Malcolm.
    “K-Kaitlin.” He teetered. Hiccupped.
    Lord have mercy. He was soused.
    He was also large. Much larger than she, so when he barreled
through the door, she couldn’t stay his advance. He took hold of her hips and
walked her back toward the bed, bumping into the chair by the fire and the
stool and the table, knocking the latter over, sending the candlestick hurtling
across the floor. Thank heaven that candle hadn’t been lit because Kaitlin
doubted even a roaring blaze in the room would have stopped him.
    He pushed her relentlessly back onto the bed and fell on top
of her.
    Naturally, she struggled.
    Naturally, he took that as encouragement.
    “Ah, Kaitlin!” He thrust his hips and ground against her in
circles. She winced in pain.
    “Malcolm, get off!”
    “No, darlin’.” He grabbed her breast and squeezed. It hurt.
    She opened her mouth to bellow for Violet, but he mashed his
lips over hers and insinuated his tongue into her throat. She gagged and
wrenched her head from side to side in an attempt to dislodge him.
    He fumbled for her hem.
    Horror rose. “No, Malcolm. No!” His weight was heavy upon
her, making it difficult to breathe. Her head spun. She pushed at him. He
laughed.
    “Finally. Finally, I’ve got you.”
    They both jumped when the door slammed.
    In tandem, they turned to see Edward standing just inside.
His fists opened and closed. A muscle bunched in his cheek. A dull red colored
his cheeks. His eyes were…terrifying.
    “Get. Off. Her.” The low growl resonated through the room.
Though it wasn’t directed at her, Kaitlin shuddered.
    Thank God it wasn’t directed at her.
    Edward, in a fury, was something to behold.
    Malcolm’s Adam’s apple worked. “B-but…”
    “Boy, do you value your life?”
    “My…what?”
    “Because if you don’t get off her, now , I may just
snap your neck. Do you understand?”
    “B-but…”
    Edward took a step toward the bed, rolling up his sleeves.
Malcolm leapt to his feet. Wobbled. His face went a little green.
    “She said no . Do you