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375 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published April 1, 2010
"Do be quiet, Lily love. Or you'll draw a crowd. I'm sure you don't want that, since I'm about to have my way with you."
"You will do no such thing," she gasped.
"Watch and see, Lily." He chuckled to himself as he slipped his hand beneath her skirt and clutched the back of her thigh. She hit at his back with her fists. The blows were more annoying than painful, like a bug that flies in your face but never stings you. He strode further down the darkened garden path.
Her legs spread of their own accord when he touched her. He trailed one finger through her slit, feeling how wet she was. He groaned, "So sweet, Lily."
She probably had no idea what she was even asking for, but even an innocent knew there had to be some release from the sweet torment he was trying to inflict upon her.
"That's not all there is, love," he said, tugging her hand to bring her back down.
"Are you happy, Simon?" she asked quietly. Before he could even answer, she said, "You certainly should be. Because, despite my desire not to be your mistress, you made me your whore instead.
When [Emory] noticed her tears, he dropped the cup and raced toward her. "My God, Lily, are you all right?"
She doubted she'd ever be right again. Lily managed to shake her head.
She'd never leave Oliver, not if she had a say in it. Lily brushed her cheeks and stepped away from Emory. "Excuse me."
"Lily." Simon started toward her. She shook her head. She didn't have a choice.
"I won't be your mistress, Simon. I can't. It's time for me to leave."
"No," he said, his voice strained. "Not my mistress, Lily. You're going to marry me."
Simon shook his head. "If you don't marry me, Lily, you're as good as ruined."
"I am ruined," she reminded him with a whisper.
Simon closed the distance between them and tipped her chin back, forcing her to look at him. "Lily love, you are far from ruined. Last night I gave you pleasure; I didn't take your innocence.
"I can't imagine forcing you into something you don't want to do." She turned away from him.
Then she spun back quickly. "Will you hate me?"
"You go too far, Simon," she said, her voice a throaty whisper.
"Yet you want me to go farther," he countered. He certainly hoped she did.
....
"Simon," she nearly shrieked, pushing his arms from beneath her dress. Or trying to. She wasn't very successful. Thank God, she was such a little thing, he thought, or she could win by sheer strength of will.
"She is his territory, Maberley, and you will respect that."