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He’d murmured something very similar right before he’d seduced me, made me think I had a chance at a future with him. He’d called me beautiful, said he loved me. Then later, laughed cruelly when I’d told him I would eagerly await his courtship.
Why should I court the plump daughter of a simple country squire, when my betrothed is the niece of an Earl?
If I’d known he was affianced, if I’d known his cruel streak…I would have never given into his kisses and caresses, no matter how good they’d made me feel. Would have never allowed the news of my ruination to reach Society. Would have never been put in this situation.
But now?
But now…
I swallowed and forced a sickly smile as a cooing Madam Eve reached for my hand. “My Heather? Oh yes, gentlemen, avery finechoice.” She tugged me gently off the dais, turned me in anawkward circle, as if I were an item for sale, being shown to her customers. “This is Heather’s first time as the star of the show, as it were.”
“A virgin?” That was Rogers’ eager cry, and I dropped my chin in disgrace.
Madam Eve’s fingers were a comforting caress across my shoulders. “No, my fine young sirs, not a virgin, but new to this world nonetheless. Before you decide on her, and I send Rose and Violet away, I must tell you that Heather’s contract stipulates there shall be no risk of pregnancy.”
She’d remembered, thank God. I’d been lucky to avoid such shame once; I could only risk it for a very good reason. Such as…
“Aw, Edward, I wanted to fuck her cunny! Choose a different gel,” Sir Michael slurred. The thought of him pressing into me made me shiver with revulsion. I hadn’t liked Edward’s rough tupping, and wouldn’t like his friends’ either.
“If youdowant to fuck my Heather,” Madam Eve inserted smoothly, “You will each have to pay an additional hundred pounds. To cover expenses in case of a pregnancy, you understand.”
“Christ, no cunny’s worth that!” I didn’t recognize that voice, and I refused to lift my eyes. “Choose one of the others, Edward!”
Yes. Choose one of the others, Edward.
But God wasn’t listening to my pleas, because Madam Eve knew how to close a deal. “Heather’s cunny is off-limits, but she is quite skilled with her mouth, gentlemen.”
Oh yes. I’d becomequitegood with my tongue, hadn’t I?
My ruination had forced me to learn to do things I never would have dreamed, and it was the fault of the smooth-talking bastard whose shoes I now stared at. The one who stepped forward to run his hand down my side.
I didn’t flinch away, but it was close.
“This one,” Edward announced smugly. “I want to use her mouth.” His touch rose to my shoulder, my neck…my jaw. “I want to see my cum dripping from this glorious hair.”
His fingers tightened in my dark curls. Did he recognize them? No, he’d only ever seen my hair in the elaborate coiffures I wore to balls—our rendezvous had always been secretive, stolen moments at those events.
Swallowing, I locked my gaze on his chest, refusing to risk him recognizing my eyes.
Behind him, his friends were chortling.
“I say, will you let us share?”
“Be a good sport, Teddy. We can all fuck her mouth.”
“I want to paint her tits with my cum!”
I could barely hear them over the pounding of my heart.
“Well, slut?” Edward murmured, his palms brushing over the tops of my breasts. “What do you think?” He cupped them, his thumbs finding my nipples. “Can you take us all?”
I wasn’t going to answer. I wasn’t going to respond. But then he squeezed. Hesqueezed, and I couldn’t help the way my body responded, the way I whimpered slightly and leaned into his touch.
As he laughed and squeezed again, I cursed my traitorous body, and the rush of liquid warmth that filled my core at the thought of being filled by him again.
“She’s shy, lads, but she’s eager for it.” Edward rolled my nipples between his thumb and forefingers, and lowered his voice to croon to me. “Youlikethe idea of being covered in our cum, of being used like the whore you are, eh?”
I could feel myself warming, and I squeezed my thighs together to catch my arousal. My vision was filled by the subtle pattern of his waistcoat, and I did my best not to whimper.
