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Is this what feeling was?
True feeling—feeling that twisted his stomach until it was screaming? Feeling that sent his pounding heart squeezing harder with every heartbeat? Feeling that made him want to drag Victoria deep into his chest to live, safe and warm until the end of days?
Then, hell. Yes. He was bloody well feeling.
Yet he instinctively recoiled against the thought, against what was happening in his body.
He’d lived his whole life eradicating all emotion from his shell of a body, and now this?
What was he supposed to do with this?
This wasn’t part of the plan—none of it had been from the second he laid eyes on Victoria at Wolfbridge.
Plans change.
She was to be abducted along with Eva. But he’d changed that plan.
Scoop Victoria up. Seduce her. Use her to exact revenge. That had been the new plan. But that one needed changing as well.
New plan.
Scoop Victoria up. Let her seduce him. Keep her for all time.
That seemed like the best plan yet.
He just had to convince her of it.
His mouth opened without thought. “Would it be so bad? Marriage?”
If he was completely honest with himself, that very thought had festered in his brain for days, now louder than ever.
“Being forced into marriage?” She chuckled into the juncture of his shoulder and neck, the heat of her breath sending a spiking surge down to his cock.
Hell. He wanted her again. Already. And he hadn’t even pulled free from her the first time.
How long would she be sore for? An hour? Six? A day? More?
Her shoulders lifted, but she didn’t move her lips away from his neck. “I don’t know what to even think about that thought. Avoiding being compromised and trapped into marriage has been the all-consuming goal for the last three years.” She shook her head, her nose brushing across his skin. “And then this. You.”
“Maybe you should consider changing that goal,” he murmured into her hair, breathing deep the smell of honey and spice that clung about the indescribable scent of her—that carnal flavor that sent his thoughts into pure madness.
In that instant, a foot slammed in between them, kicking Victoria’s chest back and knocking her straight off his lap.
Shit.
She became a blur ripping away from him that he didn’t understand how or why, but the steel across his neck he recognized instantly.
She landed hard on the ground, her face wincing with a grunt as the shock of the cold hard dirt knocked the wind out of her.
The steel at his neck? Not just any steel.
This was different. A curved blade, the length of a forearm, with the tip of it digging into the side of his neck. Fingers scraped into his hair, gripping it, tearing it from the scalp as his head was jerked back, his face to the sky. His artery ripe for slicing.
The slightest movement and he would be gutted from ear to ear.
His look scrambled down to Victoria on the ground, trying to right herself in her mess of skirts. His only saving grace was that his shirt had fallen over his exposed cock.
“Don’t even think of touchin’ Vicky, ye blimey bilge rat, or I’ll cut yer fuckin’ balls to shreds after I sever yer pretty little neck from ear to ear.”
