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so
indecently—”
    “You
poor innocent,” he chided, closing the distance between them. He smirked at her
before pulling her into a tight embrace.
    Emily
nearly lost her breath when he held her pressed against his chest.
    With
his free hand, he took hers and rubbed it over his hardening member. Her knees
wanted to buckle beneath her. Rage began to consume her, and she could not help
but feel violated and repulsed by his touch.
    “You
need not be afraid of this, nor be jealous of any other women. Once we are wed,
those beautiful, pouty lips will be wrapped around my cock in no time. And if
you do it right, I just may keep you around longer than I was expecting. But I
am positive, given enough time and training, you’ll even be open to the idea of
another woman joining us, or entertaining others.”
    Emily
gasped at the notion of sharing her future husband and was astounded he had suggested
it with ease. Before she could speak, he freed her hand, only to pull down her
bodice and expose one of her breasts. Fear riddled her body, and she felt a
single tear drop down her cheek.
    Much
to her chagrin, they were still hidden on the terrace, and no one thought to
come looking for her.
    “While
your tits are not of the size I normally prefer, they will do.” He pinched her
nipple and chuckled.
    A
sharp pain from his aggressive touch forced her to step back. “Your grace, you should
not be touching me like this in public. We are not even married.”
    “Nonsense,
love. Many men and women before us have done far more sinful things than this
before entering the church. Perhaps I will move you into my house once our
engagement is announced, and spend some time in the evening educating you on a
subject far more carnal.”
    Emily
tried to pull away, but the duke maintained his hold. “And where do you think you
are going, love? Into the arms of Lord Avonlea? I think not. That man will no
longer be permitted to speak with you.”
    He
released her and gave her bottom a hard squeeze. “Now, run along and clean
yourself up. You look affright, and I will not be cuckolded by your inability
to keep up appearances. You are about to be made into a duchess, so you may want
to start acting as one and learn to do so with perfection.”
    Heat
seared her cheeks. How could anyone be so crass? Her mother was marrying her
off to the devil incarnate. And the earl was right. Marrying anyone else would
be better than being paired off to his grace. He would never love her, and she
was certain he had not loved his previous duchess.
    Their
marriage would only be in name, and all because her dear mother wanted to be
elevated in her status. Mama. She needed to find the
woman and leave. Nausea washed over her in waves. Nathaniel, I need you.
    She
picked up her skirts and left the terrace whilst the duke laughed abruptly behind
her. Haphazardly, Emily pulled the rim of her bodice up, hoping no one could
tell what had almost transpired moments ago.
    “Run,
poppet, because in no time at all, you won’t even be able to do that.”
    The nerve, the audacity . She wanted to run all right.
Straight into her brother’s house and never return to London. Suddenly, the
notion of becoming a spinster did not sound so bad. Frankly, the thought was
becoming more appealing by the second.
    But
then again, she had an earl practically pleading her not to court his grace any
longer. In that moment, she had seen a very different man than the boy who had
gone to university with her brother. Not only was he handsome in a devilish
way, but honorable. La ! That trait certainly
stood out the most and made her insides warm.
    Not
paying any attention to her direction, she collided with the butler.
    “My
lady. Forgive me.”
    “Nothing
to forgive, sir. I was entirely in the wrong. Have you seen my mother?”
    “Yes,
my lady. She just came back in the front door. I believe she just finished
scolding one of the guests.”
    Of
course she was. Poor Avonlea . She would never forget
how