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Authors: Shirlee Busbee
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Sanity not yet entirely clouded by the powerfully fundamental sensations Royce was so easily conjuring, once again Pip shook her head, trying frantically to remind herself of all the reasons why she should fight against him. “No,” she muttered thickly, painfully, “Don't do this to me. Let me go.”
“Let you go?” Royce repeated huskily. “You can ask that of me?” Intoxicatingly his mouth touched hers, and against her lips, and as if the words were torn from him, he groaned tautly, “I cannot!”
Sweeping her into his arms, he kissed her with all the pent-up passion within him, and mesmerized by the fierce delight of his embrace, Pip felt her desperate clutch on reality shatter. In a part of her mind, she knew she was going to regret this, knew that her life and the path she was following were going to change irrevocably, and yet she was powerless against the elemental forces that rejoiced at his touch, helpless against the primitive needs that clamored within her slender body.
Oblivious to their surroundings, conscious only of the sweet yielding form in his arms, Royce kissed her urgently, his mouth hard and demanding against hers, his hands roaming feverishly over her slimness. He wanted to touch her everywhere at once, his fingers skimming down her taut back, his hands fondling her firm buttocks, urging her against his arousal before sliding swiftly upward to caress the gentle swell of her breasts. There was a desperation about his movements, as if he were obsessed by an uncontrollable fever that could only be assuaged by the possession of Pip's slender body.
Always in full command of his emotions, never had Royce been so aroused, so driven by desire that he could think of little else but how frantically he wanted her, how very much he
needed
to bury his aching flesh deep within hers. A sophisticated man to whom lovemaking was a finely honed art, Royce suddenly found himself gripped by such a consuming passion that the only real thing in the world for him at the moment was Pip's soft, clinging body. Drowning in a whirlpool of desire, a fierce desire that would not brook any denial, Royce groaned softly as his tongue plunged deeply into the honied warmth of Pip's mouth. A tremor of sweet delight wound its way through his big body as he thoroughly searched her mouth, his hands dropping to her buttocks again to lift and crush her against him.
needed
to bury his aching flesh deep within hers. A sophisticated man to whom lovemaking was a finely honed art, Royce suddenly found himself gripped by such a consuming passion that the only real thing in the world for him at the moment was Pip's soft, clinging body. Drowning in a whirlpool of desire, a fierce desire that would not brook any denial, Royce groaned softly as his tongue plunged deeply into the honied warmth of Pip's mouth. A tremor of sweet delight wound its way through his big body as he thoroughly searched her mouth, his hands dropping to her buttocks again to lift and crush her against him.
Lost in a world of heady sensations, very aware of his powerful arousal, of his hands tightly cupping her bottom, Pip felt her entire body respond to his nearness. His kiss was devastating, the bold, piercing exploration of his tongue making her heart pound, making her slender body ache and throb with a strange yearning. She could not get close enough to him, compulsively arching herself up against him, trying to ease the aching demand that had hardened her nipples and had the area between her thighs pulsating with a liquid warmth. The sheer size and heat of him pressing so intimately against the juncture of her legs excited her further, and she knew that she would die of wanting if he did not also fill her body as completely as his tongue filled her mouth. Instinctively Pip met the increasingly urgent thrust of his tongue with her own, a jolt of pleasure streaking through her when he muttered, “Yes, kiss me back ... oh,
yes,
sweetheart, taste me as I taste you... .”
yes,
sweetheart, taste me as I taste you... .”
Helplessly Pip complied, her small, warm tongue flicking into his mouth, nearly driving Royce to his knees with the flood of intense pleasure that raced through his body. Restraining his baser instincts, he encouraged her to explore his mouth as he had done hers, his tongue gently gliding against hers, urging her to kiss him as deeply as he had her. It was a sweet torment as he held his own passions in check and let her learn the taste and contour of him. A groan broke from him and he said thickly, “Oh, Jesus! I cannot bear it any longer, I must, I must ...”
Pip was only dimly aware of what he was doing; she felt herself shifted slightly, heard the sound of ripping cloth, and then, to her fervent gratification, felt the warmth of his hand on her naked breast. The insistent tug of his fingers on her nipples had her twisting wildly in his grasp, the driving urge for something more not giving her any respite, the sharp ache between her thighs growing more pronounced as the seconds passed.
The weight and texture of those hard little breasts was nearly Royce's undoing, and with a muttered oath, he lifted her slightly and almost ravenously began to suckle on the naked flesh he had exposed. Pip's gown was hanging in tatters at her waist, but unaware or uncaring, she pushed herself up frantically to his searching mouth, the scrape and bite of his teeth on her swollen nipples wringing a small moan of helpless delight from her.
She was on fire, beset by emotions so fundamental, so basic to life itself, that she could not control the primitive commands of her body. Desperately her fingers clawed at his shoulders, the desire to touch his naked skin nearly overpowering, and to her satisfaction, she suddenly felt the material of his shirt give way and she purred with pleasure when her fingers encountered the warmth of his bare skin.
Incapable of concentrating on anything but the merciless desire that gripped him, Royce was ignorant of the fact that Pip had managed to divest him of his shirt, but he groaned deep in his throat when he felt the touch of her hands on his naked chest. Her fingers seared his flesh wherever they touched, and when she instinctively caressed his own rigidly erect nipples, Royce thought he would disgrace himself.
His mouth found hers in a rough kiss and effortlessly he carried her over to the sofa, his lips never leaving hers as he gently lowered her to the soft cushions. Kneeling beside the indigo velvet sofa, Royce made short work of Pip's dress, swiftly stripping it from her body, leaving her lying naked before him.
The touch of the sofa against her back slightly roused Pip from the trancelike state she was in, and feeling the last remnant of her clothing being relentlessly removedâsuddenly alarmed her. Passion fading a little, her eyes widening with stunned comprehension of what was happening, she stuttered foolishly, “M-my d-d-dress! W-w-what did you d-d-do to my d-d-dress?”
Smiling tenderly down at her, Royce ran a finger along the top of her breasts and murmured, “Don't worry about itâI'll buy you another. A dozen, dozens, if you wish.” He gave a husky laugh, and his eyes glittering with a golden fire, he added, “I'll clothe you in silks and satins and then give us both pleasure when I tear them off of you.”
Pip swallowed with difficulty, her gaze mesmerized by the activity of his busy fingers as, with a ruthless economy of movement, he stripped away his own clothing until he was standing before her in naked splendor. Oh, and he
was
splendid, Pip admitted giddily, her eyes sliding with shy appreciation over his tall, muscular body, the strong arms and the powerful thighs. Whorls of thick, tawny hair covered his wide chest, the hair arrowing downward as it reached his hard waist before widening into a mass of dark gold curls at his groin. Pip had never seen a naked man before, certainly never a rampantly
aroused
male, and in dazed bemusement she stared at the sheer rigid bulk of his manhood as it sprang brazenly and unashamedly from the dark gold curls. A stallion, she thought half-hysterically, half-blissfully. A beautiful tawny stallion and he wants me ... as I want him, she conceded with a small quiver deep within her body, her nipples tightening painfully as she gazed at his magnificent form, a pool of liquid fire flaming between her legs.
was
splendid, Pip admitted giddily, her eyes sliding with shy appreciation over his tall, muscular body, the strong arms and the powerful thighs. Whorls of thick, tawny hair covered his wide chest, the hair arrowing downward as it reached his hard waist before widening into a mass of dark gold curls at his groin. Pip had never seen a naked man before, certainly never a rampantly
aroused
male, and in dazed bemusement she stared at the sheer rigid bulk of his manhood as it sprang brazenly and unashamedly from the dark gold curls. A stallion, she thought half-hysterically, half-blissfully. A beautiful tawny stallion and he wants me ... as I want him, she conceded with a small quiver deep within her body, her nipples tightening painfully as she gazed at his magnificent form, a pool of liquid fire flaming between her legs.
Looking down at her, seeing for the first time the naked feminine charms that had haunted his dreams, Royce drew his breath in sharply. Pip made an undoubtedly sensuously appealing picture as she lay there on the indigo velvet sofa, her pale skin gleaming like alabaster against the blue-blackness of the material. Her dark, curly hair was tousled, her lips were crimson and swollen from Royce's kisses, and her eyes were a smoky purple from the desire that he had aroused within her. With an effort, he restrained himself from falling upon her like a ravening beast, taking instead an erotic pleasure in the rise and fall of her small, impudently tilted breasts, the nipples as red and sweet as berries, the taste of them still lingering on his tongue. She was finely made, her waist slim; the flare of her slender hips and the surprising length of her delicately formed legs were exquisite. My pocket Venus, Royce mused. And she will be
mine,
he admitted with an undeniably possessive curve to his handsome mouth.
mine,
he admitted with an undeniably possessive curve to his handsome mouth.
Unwilling to deny himself a moment longer, Royce dropped to his knees, his hands unerringly reaching for Pip. With a muffled cry he pulled her against him, his lips finding hers in a hungry, probing kiss, his tongue invading and thrusting into her mouth with an almost brutal urgency. But kissing her soon wasn't enough, and his mouth reluctantly left hers to travel hotly down her chest to her breasts, where his tongue curled tightly around the throbbing nipples, the avid touch of his lips as he pulled and tugged at her breasts, making Pip arch helplessly up against his mouth.
Nearly shaking from the force of the potent emotions that commanded her, Pip moved her hands restlessly over him, taking simple pleasure in the hard, warm flesh beneath her fingers. Yearningly she stroked him, his shoulders, the sleekly muscled arms, the taut, broad back, wanting the sweet torture of his mouth against her breasts to continue, marveling that he found her desirable, and when his big body slid up onto the sofa beside her, it seemed the most natural thing in the world to cling to him, to press herself invitingly against him.
Royce growled softly at the touch of Pip's body against his own, the need to take her, to find the ecstasy he knew awaited them, inflaming him even further. She was so sweet, so responsive, under his mouth and touch that he hungered to taste every inch of her, to take hours leisurely exploring her soft, white body, but he very much feared that if he did not have relief soon from the savage, pulsating ache that filled his body, he would quietly go insane.
His mouth sought hers, the blunt demand of his lips and tongue revealing the depth of the passion that consumed him. With a swift, sure movement, his thigh slid between hers, and Pip gasped at the intimate gesture, wild new sensations flooding through her as gently, teasingly, he moved his thigh against her. Racked by the same passion, Pip was helpless in his arms, unable to deny him anything, and when his hand slid between her legs, his seeking fingers parting and deeply caressing the silken heat he found there, she surged violently upward, her body eagerly meeting this new invasion. Her blood thudding in her veins, her heart beating furiously, Pip writhed beneath his touch, her body reacting with a mind of its own, and she reached for him, wanting to give him as much pleasure as he was giving her.
But Royce captured her searching hands, and holding them above her head in one of his, he muttered thickly into her mouth, “No. Not this time. This time I could not bear it if you touched me.”
Keeping her hands captive in one hand, he continued to kiss her fiercely as he settled his big body between her legs, his intention clear. Pip knew a moment of panic, but then it was too late, his fingers parting the way for him as inexorably his swollen shaft began to sink deep within her. The feeling that exploded through her slender body was indescribable, part wonder, part pain, as he sank deeper and deeper into her welcoming flesh, her virginity proving a frail barrier against his total possession.
But it
was
a barrier, and as he felt it, Royce's eyes flew open in shocked comprehension; he was unable to believe that she was still a virgin. It didn't matter, he told himself dazedlyâit was too late, the damage done before he realized it, and he was too aroused to stop now, the taut, silken heat of her body so seductive that he could not think of anything but how she made him feel at this very moment. Groaning aloud his intense pleasure, he moved on her, urgently thrusting himself again and again into the sweet depths of her, his movements helplessly wild and compulsive as he felt her respond, felt her body rise up uncontrollably to meet the downward thrust of his.
was
a barrier, and as he felt it, Royce's eyes flew open in shocked comprehension; he was unable to believe that she was still a virgin. It didn't matter, he told himself dazedlyâit was too late, the damage done before he realized it, and he was too aroused to stop now, the taut, silken heat of her body so seductive that he could not think of anything but how she made him feel at this very moment. Groaning aloud his intense pleasure, he moved on her, urgently thrusting himself again and again into the sweet depths of her, his movements helplessly wild and compulsive as he felt her respond, felt her body rise up uncontrollably to meet the downward thrust of his.
Lost in a welter of violent emotions, Pip matched his frantic movements as she desperately sought some guessed-at heaven, her hands twisting in his grasp, her mind and body utterly at Royce's command. Again and again he thrust into her, each powerful thrust making Pip greedy for the next. Suddenly she stiffened, a wave of such intense rapture, such shameless gratification, surging through her that her body shook from it and she cried aloud.
His features strained from the effort of holding back his own ecstasy, a glitter of satisfaction flamed momentarily in his amber gold eyes at her cry, and almost with a sigh Royce felt himself explode with pleasure. The fierce motions of his body slowed as passion ebbed from him, but he continued to kiss Pip with lazy contentment, unable to bring himself to part from her.
Finally, though, he had to move, and levering himself slightly away from her, he looked down into her passion-flushed face and said aloud the thought that had been in his mind from the instant he had kissed her today. “I can't let you go,” he said harshly. “Not now. Now you are mine and I will not let you go.”
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tunned by what had just occurred, her body still tingling from Royce's fierce possession, Pip stared up into his dark face in dazed incomprehension. Disconcertingly aware of their nakedness, of the frank intimacy of their positions as they lay there together on the sofa, Royce's big body half-covering hers, one muscular thigh boldly thrust between her legs, Pip was too confused by the turbulent emotions coursing through her body to understand what he was saying.
tunned by what had just occurred, her body still tingling from Royce's fierce possession, Pip stared up into his dark face in dazed incomprehension. Disconcertingly aware of their nakedness, of the frank intimacy of their positions as they lay there together on the sofa, Royce's big body half-covering hers, one muscular thigh boldly thrust between her legs, Pip was too confused by the turbulent emotions coursing through her body to understand what he was saying.
Had it only been moments ago, she wondered bewilderedly, that she had ranged aimlessly around this room, lost in her own unhappy thoughts? And now ... and now she knew the power of his body moving on hers, now she
knew
the ecstasy that could be shared between two lovers, and now, she thought miserably, now her feet were firmly set on the path her mother had followed.
knew
the ecstasy that could be shared between two lovers, and now, she thought miserably, now her feet were firmly set on the path her mother had followed.
Oh, she might not have put a price on her favors this first time, but the instant Royce had taken her into his arms and kissed her, kissed her so passionately that coherent thought had fled, the decision about her future had been made and there was no going back. She had let him make love to her, had gladly given him her virginity, had reveled in the power and strength of his beautiful body as he had possessed her, but now she must face cold reality. And cold reality was that men like Royce Manchester had only one use for women like her. They didn't fall in love with them, nor did they ever consider marriage with themâthey enjoyed their bodies, and when the initial passion had fled, they discarded them and went on to the next woman who caught their fancy. It had always been that way and would always be that way, and yet Pip couldn't help wishing desperately that events had worked out differently.
Regretfully her clear gray eyes slowly moved over Royce's dark, intent features, from the rebellious lock of golden brown hair that fell across the broad forehead, down to the thick, arching, black brows, her gaze deliberately avoiding meeting the deep-set amber gold eyes before traveling on to the handsome nose and finally lingering on the full, mobile mouth. Unable to tear her eyes away, she stared at those chiseled lips, those lips, she thought suddenly with a shiver, those lips that give me so much pleasure, that do such wickedly wonderful things to my body, that sinfully appealing mouth that I ... She stopped and swallowed with difficulty. She would want her husband to possess the same features, the same qualities, and she realized painfully that she wanted her husband to be very much like Royce Manchester.
It was an appalling admission, one that filled her with angry despair. Women like her could not afford to aspire to marriage with men like Royce Manchester. Bitterly she railed at herself for being a fool, for being so stupid to let her dreams center on someone like him, a man who, except for a trick of fate, might never have crossed her path, a man who might enjoy her body, but who would never consider her more than an object of his desire. A knife twisted viciously in her chest, and for the first time in her life, she longed to have been born someone else, to have been born a lady of fortune and birth, a woman who might have been able to command marriage with Royce Manchester... .
Royce's lazily caressing hand at her throat brought Pip shatteringly back to the present, and helplessly she met the glitter of those topaz eyes. He was looking at her keenly, the expression in those tiger's eyes hard to define, not quite satisfaction, not quite possession, but something in that golden stare made her shiver. And whether it was with anticipation or fear, she could not say.
He seemed fascinated with her body, his gaze finally leaving her face to slide slowly down the length of her slender body, her flesh flaming wherever his eyes touched, her nipples tightening, her breathing quickening, and incredibly, her loins suddenly aching to have him bury himself within her again. When his hand left her throat and wandered to her breast, her fingers dug into the softness of the velvet cushion as she frantically willed herself not to betray just how deeply his mere touch affected her.
Not content to just look, Royce swiftly bent his head and captured one impudent nipple between his teeth. “God!” he muttered against her warm skin, “I never want to move from here, I just want to lie here and make love to you again and again ... and again.” He gave her nipple one last gently teasing bite and then, with an obvious reluctance, rolled away from her and sat up.
One arm resting on the back of the sofa, he leaned forward, a rueful expression on his handsome face as he glanced down at her and admitted, “This wasn't very wise, was it? I never meant to fall upon you that way, and if I had known it was your first time ...” His eyes darkened and his voice was thick as he said, “If I had known you were a virgin, I would have wanted everything to be perfect for youâcertainly I would have chosen a better time and a better setting to make you mine!” Almost as if he could not help himself, his free hand closed around her breast; the fingers rhythmically kneading the soft flesh, and the tiger's eyes filled with an oddly tender light, he demanded huskily, “I didn't hurt you very badly, did I?”
Shaken by the husky tenderness in his voice, Pip could only stare up at him mutely, her eyes full of smoky secrets. She was unbearably conscious of his naked form almost touching her, of his muscular thigh resting only inches from her torso, and of the spiraling need his insistent fondling of her breast was arousing within her. How could she have been such an utter slut? How could she continue to lie here so passively, letting him caress her at will, making no attempt to break away from him? Ashamed of herself, alarmed by the wanton sensations that were building within her with every passing moment, with every stroke of his fingers on her breast, Pip angrily forced herself to act.
Swiftly brushing aside his hand, she jerked upright in one quick movement. Her back against the arm of the sofa, she drew her legs defensively to her chest and wrapped her arms tightly around them. Longingly she glanced at her torn gown where it lay just a few feet from the sofa, where Royce had tossed it, but feeling that she was now at least partially shielded from his blatant appraisal of her naked body, Pip shot Royce a speculative look from beneath her lashes.
He didn't seem at all perturbed by what had happened as he just sat there calmly, mere inches from her, his nakedness apparently not bothering him one whit, and she was suddenly struck by what a ludicrous picture they must present, both of them stark naked in the middle of the afternoon in his office, where anyone could walk in on them. She was unable to prevent the tiny grin that tugged at the corners of her mouth as she pictured the expression on the face of Royce's
very
proper Mr. Spurling, should the valet come in search of his master and discover them in this position.
very
proper Mr. Spurling, should the valet come in search of his master and discover them in this position.
Tiny though the grin was, Royce caught it, and a smile on his own mouth, he murmured, “You haven't answered my question, but since you can smile about it, I must not have caused you too much pain.”
The art of dissembling was something that Pip had never learned, and to her utter horror, she found herself saying earnestly, “Oh, no! You didn't hurt me hardly at allâjust a very little in the beginning.” Shyly she confessed, “I never knew it would feel so wonderful.”
His eyes darkened passionately and one hand reached out to cup her chin. Without her knowing it, he had moved closer, and his mouth just above hers, he said softly, “I don't think that it is a good idea for me to hear such thingsâI want to make love to you again, right
now,
and if it weren't for the fact that I know you must have suffered some pain, I'm very much afraid you would already be beneath me!” He dropped a hard kiss on her startled mouth and muttered, “Don't tempt me, or the extremely recent loss of your virginity won't stop me from taking you a second time within a very
few
moments!”
now,
and if it weren't for the fact that I know you must have suffered some pain, I'm very much afraid you would already be beneath me!” He dropped a hard kiss on her startled mouth and muttered, “Don't tempt me, or the extremely recent loss of your virginity won't stop me from taking you a second time within a very
few
moments!”
As if only becoming aware of their surroundings at that instant, he grinned at her and said mockingly, “Besides, I am very much afraid that we would not be so lucky a second time and I think it would behoove us to get dressed before we are found in this rather, ah, compromising situation.”
Standing up in a single catlike movement, Royce casually reached for his scattered garments and, with unhurried, economical movements, put on his clothes, evidently not suffering from the same modesty that beset Pip. Her cheeks flaming scarlet, she glanced away from his magnificent form, willing herself not to stare at the tall, muscled body that had just given her such unforgettable pleasure.
He was nearly dressed before she began to scramble around, gathering up her pitifully few pieces of clothing, and it was only when she hastily pulled the old gingham gown over her head that the full extent of the damage Royce had done to the garment was apparent. The gown was irreparably ripped from the neck to the waist, and there was no way of fastening itâor of hiding the havoc his seeking hands had caused to the worn material. Dismayed by the destruction of the gown, with trembling fingers, Pip tried again and again to fasten and hide the torn material. It was useless, and her eyes full of anxiety, she glanced across at Royce.
“Ivy's gown is ruined! She only lent it to me; how can I repay her? I can't fasten it ... and I have nothing else to wear.” Shame evident in her voice, she added helplessly, “What am I to do? I can't go back to the kitchen this way.”
An enigmatic expression in his topaz eyes, Royce murmured, “No, of course you can't go back to the kitchen ... but then, I never intended that you would stay there forever.”
Something in his voice made Pip's heart beat alarmingly fast. “What do you mean by that?” she demanded sharply.
“I mean,” Royce said slowly as he walked over to her and captured her chin between his strong fingers, “that it is time for you and I to stop playing games with each other. After this afternoon, do you really think that I shall let you return to the kitchen? That I shall let you be treated like a servant?”
Pip swallowed painfully. Guessing what Royce was about to suggest and needing, for her own pride, to be the one to set the terms of their arrangement, she heard herself saying coolly, “I think we should discuss the price of our relationship, before this goes any further.”
Royce wasn't quite certain what role Pip would play in his life after today, but he was fiercely positive that what he felt for her was far different from the businesslike arrangement he had with Della, and he was enraged that she was so willing to put a price on the powerful emotions that lay between them. The warm expression in his eyes faded and his fingers tightened on her chin. “And precisely what do you mean by that?” he demanded.
Amazed at herself and ignoring the quaking in the pit of her stomach, Pip met his gaze squarely and said bluntly, “If I am to be your mistress, it is going to cost you a great deal ... a
very
great deal of money.”
very
great deal of money.”
“I see,” he bit out furiously, a cold, golden light glowing in the depths of his eyes. “And just what are your terms, my dear?”
Not hesitating, disregarding the pain in her heart, Pip replied stoutly, “A house. I want a house in the country that will be mine alone. And money.”
Royce was astounded at the feeling of disappointment that slashed through him at her words. What he had expected from her, he didn't know, but he had believed what they had shared had been priceless, a moment that he would never forget ... that he never wanted to forget. It was obvious, however, that he had misjudged the situation completely, that she was nothing but a mercenary little bitch! Furious for allowing himself to be utterly beguiled by that lovely face and yielding body, he barely restrained the savage urge to shake her senseless, to make her admit that what they had shared had been precious. But then, what could he expect from a little tart plucked from the gutter? He should have known better!
Eyes narrowed dangerously, he finally asked in a sneering voice, “What, no jewels? No gowns? No expensive carriage and fine horses to take you all over town? Or am I to understand that those things are just automatically part of the payment?”
Pip had been concentrating so hard on forcing herself to act with hardheaded practicality, concentrating grimly on the future she must secure for her brothers and herself, that she had not thought beyond the most important items. As she heard the scorn in his voice, her heart twisted, and wishing dully that this ugly scene were over, she almost retreated from her stance. But what else could she do? she wondered miserably, especially
now!
If she didn't want to be passed from protector to protector until she ended up like her mother, it was vital that she lay down the most advantageous terms for herself and her brothers.
now!
If she didn't want to be passed from protector to protector until she ended up like her mother, it was vital that she lay down the most advantageous terms for herself and her brothers.
Mortified by what she was doing, yet unable to see any other way out of her predicament, she jerked her head away and muttered in a small voice, “Yes, all those things too.”
Royce took a deep, angry breath, but his voice was cool as he said, “Very well. I shall see to it.”
Startled, Pip glanced at him, unable to believe that he was giving in so tamely. “Y-Y-You're not going t-t-to a-a-argue with me about it?” she stammered uneasily, her thickly lashed gray eyes very big in her small face.
Royce smiled grimly. “Of course not! I'm a rich man,” he snarled softly, “and I've always been willing to pay for my pleasures ... no matter what the price.” He pulled her to him and kissed her cruelly, showing none of the tenderness he had earlier. Lifting his mouth from her bruised lips, he said savagely, “And believe me, you will
earn
every penny I expend on you, sweetheart!”
earn
every penny I expend on you, sweetheart!”
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