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CHAPTER EIGHT
He would never forget her expression at the height of her pleasure. Ever. It haunted him through the night. A night that passed restless, hot. And hard. The sounds she made, her body on his, her complete abandon kept replaying in his head. He wanted to see it while he moved in her. Blind, fast. Hungry.
“Romulus Fabien!” Aunt Charlotte shrieked. “Are you even listening?” It slashed him out of his daydream right into the reality of seeing his aunt off on her journey.
“Certainly.” It was clear he did not absorb a word, but he maintained his attention on his beloved relative all the same.
“You do not let this girl escape, you hear me?” She continued, as she adjusted her enormous hat, with an endless feather
, on her diminutive head.
“I could not fathom what you mean.” His serious features gave nothing away.
“She is your match.” Her blue stare pierced him sharp. “In everything that matters.”
If she only knew the hellion. “I will keep it in mind.”
“No! You keep the girl, you rapscallion.” She admonished.
The carriage approached and she climbed it.
“I promise to consider it.” Romulus said vague.
If he kept the woman, he would be in trouble for the rest of his life.
His aunt snorted none too convinced before the footman closed the door and the coachman drove by the path.
When the carriage and six disappeared, he headed to the solar. Not much time elapsed before Miller came in the room.
“Your Grace.” He bowed and placed a paper on the desk. “We found this.”
Letter open, he passed his eyes over it. “And the man?”
“In the dungeon, milord.”
“Excellent. Thank you, Miller.”
The man bowed and left.
After bidding a warm farewell to Lady Derby and committing herself to visit her in London, Annabel entered her room. To put on her walking boots, having a mind to enjoy this lovely spring morning.
Sun seeped through the drapes, bathing her chamber in suave light and making the temperature cosy. Her floral soap in the air as she enjoyed a bath that morning.
She was in the act of picking her hat when she heard the door snap open. She swivelled to it startled to see Romulus standing there, a furious stance.
“How dare you invade my room?” She demanded.
But he was already marching into it like a soldier on a campaign. “What is this?” He growled, holding a letter in front of her.
She recognised her seal on it. Blood fled her face and faintness threatened to overcome her. “I could not tell.” Even trying hard, her voice came in a thread.
The seal broken, he read what it contained.
He stopped in front of her, strong legs braced, muscled arms crossed over broad chest. The same chest she fell on as his fingers tormented her just yesterday. A predator stood there and she could not help the sensation of being his prey in more than one manner.
She breathed in deep to regain composure.
“Do you really think I would let your footman roam my lands unattended?” A panther loomed in his stare.
