surprise to Jessica that she squealed.
‘You can scream all you like, but one day your body will be mine.’ Richmond whispered malevolently in her ear. He pressed his body against her in a most lascivious fashion, making her shudder with disgust.
She didn’t struggle, but remained calm and aloof. She stared into the butler’s black eyes and thought how cold and emotionless they were. Richmond was not much taller than she was, but he exuded malevolence. He was round face d , like a cherub, but was almost bald. His face was tinged with cruelty and a sheen of sweat glistened on his forehead. Up close like this she couldn’t avoid the bitter, oniony smell of him and it almost made her gag.
‘Release me, Mr. Richmond.’ She whispered with the last of her breath and as he relaxed his grip she smiled. ‘You can’t touch me until I’ve produced my husband’s heir. So I would keep your hands to yourself for now.’
‘I’ll have you!’ he spat in her face and turned abruptly away, stomping down the stairs.
‘Not if I can help it.’ Jessica muttered and was thankful for every bruise and bump she had received from her boisterous brothers. She walked calmly to the study, knocked on the door and waited. She heard the Earl summon her in and opened the door.
‘What the devil do you want, girl?’ he demanded like a petulant child.
‘You sent for me My Lord.’ She said calmly and evenly, not allowing the flicker of annoyance to register on her face. Is he senile? She asked herself.
‘Did I?’ he asked her and shook his confused head. At that moment a footman entered with his dinner tray. ‘ Ah! Dinner!’ the old Earl said mischievously. ‘You can get busy straight away by feeding me my dinne r!’ he cackled again . ‘And then you can bathe my body and ready me for bed.’
T hat night and for the next three years , Jessica wedged a chair under the door knob to stop anybody from entering the room during the night.
Chapter Four
London, May 1812
John Farrington felt his testicles cramp , grabbed her by the shoulders, rolled her vigorously onto her back and yet again yanked himself out for a gentleman’s finish in the sheets . He rolled off the woman beneath him and sighed in satisfaction.
‘Oh! Your Grace. That was fantastic!’ she murmured without any sincerity at all, making John snort with derision.
‘Really, Madam . You can’t possibly convince me of that. You ’ r e like a whore and you tell me what you think I want to hear. I actually don’t care whether you think it was good or not. For me it was mildly satisfying.’ He said callously and climbed off the bed. He poured some water into the washstand basin and cleaned himself up while she spluttered from the bed.
He had picked her up in a known gaming den, somewhere in Soho and in the dim lighting she had looked relatively clean and presentable. Of course John had consumed at least two jugs of claret and maybe half a carafe of brandy , but he could still see the numbers on the cards and didn’t become so distracted by her that he left his winnings on the table. He sighed as he soaped his groin, checking his manhood for cuts, because the first time he’d had her up against the door, fully clothed and fucked her like a tuppenny whore, spilling his precious seed onto the carpet, then he’d stripped her clothes off and taken her on the floor, spurting his semen over her hot, sticky belly. She had finally managed to divest him of his clothing and persuaded him into bed, where she laved his manhood until he shot his load into her throat and finally she’d rode him like a demon, until he whipped her over on her back and yanked himself out to dribble the last of his sperm onto the sheets. At no time did he lose control of his faculties.
‘How can you say that, Your Grace. We have made wonderful love all night!’ she said.
As he rubbed himself dry with a towel he turned to her and found the sight of her naked body quite off putting. ‘My dear
‘You can scream all you like, but one day your body will be mine.’ Richmond whispered malevolently in her ear. He pressed his body against her in a most lascivious fashion, making her shudder with disgust.
She didn’t struggle, but remained calm and aloof. She stared into the butler’s black eyes and thought how cold and emotionless they were. Richmond was not much taller than she was, but he exuded malevolence. He was round face d , like a cherub, but was almost bald. His face was tinged with cruelty and a sheen of sweat glistened on his forehead. Up close like this she couldn’t avoid the bitter, oniony smell of him and it almost made her gag.
‘Release me, Mr. Richmond.’ She whispered with the last of her breath and as he relaxed his grip she smiled. ‘You can’t touch me until I’ve produced my husband’s heir. So I would keep your hands to yourself for now.’
‘I’ll have you!’ he spat in her face and turned abruptly away, stomping down the stairs.
‘Not if I can help it.’ Jessica muttered and was thankful for every bruise and bump she had received from her boisterous brothers. She walked calmly to the study, knocked on the door and waited. She heard the Earl summon her in and opened the door.
‘What the devil do you want, girl?’ he demanded like a petulant child.
‘You sent for me My Lord.’ She said calmly and evenly, not allowing the flicker of annoyance to register on her face. Is he senile? She asked herself.
‘Did I?’ he asked her and shook his confused head. At that moment a footman entered with his dinner tray. ‘ Ah! Dinner!’ the old Earl said mischievously. ‘You can get busy straight away by feeding me my dinne r!’ he cackled again . ‘And then you can bathe my body and ready me for bed.’
T hat night and for the next three years , Jessica wedged a chair under the door knob to stop anybody from entering the room during the night.
Chapter Four
London, May 1812
John Farrington felt his testicles cramp , grabbed her by the shoulders, rolled her vigorously onto her back and yet again yanked himself out for a gentleman’s finish in the sheets . He rolled off the woman beneath him and sighed in satisfaction.
‘Oh! Your Grace. That was fantastic!’ she murmured without any sincerity at all, making John snort with derision.
‘Really, Madam . You can’t possibly convince me of that. You ’ r e like a whore and you tell me what you think I want to hear. I actually don’t care whether you think it was good or not. For me it was mildly satisfying.’ He said callously and climbed off the bed. He poured some water into the washstand basin and cleaned himself up while she spluttered from the bed.
He had picked her up in a known gaming den, somewhere in Soho and in the dim lighting she had looked relatively clean and presentable. Of course John had consumed at least two jugs of claret and maybe half a carafe of brandy , but he could still see the numbers on the cards and didn’t become so distracted by her that he left his winnings on the table. He sighed as he soaped his groin, checking his manhood for cuts, because the first time he’d had her up against the door, fully clothed and fucked her like a tuppenny whore, spilling his precious seed onto the carpet, then he’d stripped her clothes off and taken her on the floor, spurting his semen over her hot, sticky belly. She had finally managed to divest him of his clothing and persuaded him into bed, where she laved his manhood until he shot his load into her throat and finally she’d rode him like a demon, until he whipped her over on her back and yanked himself out to dribble the last of his sperm onto the sheets. At no time did he lose control of his faculties.
‘How can you say that, Your Grace. We have made wonderful love all night!’ she said.
As he rubbed himself dry with a towel he turned to her and found the sight of her naked body quite off putting. ‘My dear
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