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between us.” John kept coming closer and Sylvie backed up until she was near the stable door.
    “Ah, come on now, I knows ya liked it,” he drawled lasciviously. “I sure did. My da was right, gentry cunt is fine indeed.”
    Sylvie felt ill. “Please, John. You must understand. I was…I was lonely, and not thinking clearly that night. I do not wish to use you that way.”
    John spread his hands in a magnanimous gesture. “Why not? I don’t mind. Use me, my lady, all you like.” He grinned as he ran a finger over his chin. “I love a good fuck, and you are that.”
    He feinted to the right and Sylvie moved to the left, but he was quick and she realized her mistake as he grabbed her arm. He laughed as he brought her flush against him, grinding his hard cock into her stomach. “Let’s have a fuck now, my lady. You’ll change your tune after you come on me cock again.”
    “No!” Sylvie cried, pushing at his chest ineffectually. He leaned in for a kiss, and Sylvie bit his lip hard, desperate to get away. With a yell he let her go and she scrambled to the open door while he cursed.
    Sylvie was breathing hard, frightened. “You must leave here, John. I’m sorry, but you must. I shall give you a good reference, you deserve that much. I’m sorry.” She started to leave but his reply shocked her into immobility.
    “I deserve a hell of a lot more than that, your high and mighty ladyship, and you’ll pay it. You’ll pay for John to keep his mouth shut, or the whole village will know about you and me,” he growled.
    Sylvie spun back around to face him. “You wouldn’t dare!”
    John grinned, his teeth bloody from the bite she’d given him. “Oh yes I would. Ruin what you’ve got with the vicar, won’t it? You tell him about our little fuck?”
    Sylvie’s chest felt as if it were crushing the breath from her lungs. “What are you talking about?”
    John laughed cruelly. “I seen him, sneaking in the veranda door after the house is asleep, and sneaking back out afore dawn. I was tempted to try the same thing, but he’s a horny little bastard, here practically every night. Wouldn’t want anyone to know about that either, would you?” He grinned cruelly. “Then they’d all know the saintly Lady Bartlebyrne has a hot cunt for young cock.”
    “What do you want?” Sylvie was going to throw up. She knew as soon as she left the stable she’d throw up.
    “Oh, just a little extra in me wages, I suppose,” he said amiably, stepping toward her again. She backed away and his face was angry. “And some o’ what you’re givin’ the good vicar.”
    Sylvie clutched her stomach and ran, John calling angrily to her from the stable door.

    S ylvie took to her bed for two days. She sent a note round to Edmund telling him she was unwell the first night. She’d refused to see him the following morning, pleading a stomach illness, and he’d penned a note saying she should contact him when she was feeling better. She’d read between the lines. He was very concerned for her, and angry that he couldn’t force his way in to see her. Last night John had stood beneath her window softly calling up to her in a chilling, singsong voice half the night. He thought he had her, that she would give in.
    She’d cried out all her tears and made her decision. She would break it off with Edmund, and refuse to pay John his blood money. She wouldn’t be in that kind of debt to him. She would have to leave here, of course, even if John didn’t make good on his threats. She felt soul sick at the thought of losing Edmund and The Byrne. Before it had been a vague possibility in the back of her mind, now it was a crushing reality.
    She wanted to tell Edmund at the vicarage, not here. That was not a memory she wanted to take with her from The Byrne. She dressed carefully in a sedate walking dress, proper respectable widow attire. Then she called for a horse, pointedly asking Jernigan for help mounting, ignoring John’s smirking face