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Unlikely. Madeline hadn’t quite reached the point of desperate need, and he wanted her total surrender. Not just today, but always. The notion that she saw him as an amusing young toy, a hard cock to sate her during an otherwise irritating familial visit rather than a potential husband, was utterly maddening. He hated leaving her bed before dawn to avoid the servants. Hated withdrawing to come, when the thought of cradling her belly as it grew big, of a nursery alive with their children’s laughter, had become so damned appealing. After Madeline, he couldn’t even begin to contemplate a pious well-bred virgin as his wife and viscountess like his relatives suggested.

And yet how did Madeline feel about him, really? Certainly she liked bedding him. But more than that? Would she be willing to accept a man sans fortune and the difficulties that would bring?

Scowling, Ethan ran his fingers over the heated, silken flesh of her ass, before delivering a harsh swat. “No. You can’t come. Not yet.”

She quivered, her gasp loud in the confined space. “But…but we’ll be back home any m-moment now.”

“On the contrary, my lady,” he replied, rotating the dildo until she moaned. “I instructed my driver to take the scenic way. It could be another half-hour, at least.”

“I won’t survive.”

Me neither.

Ethan stroked the inside of her thigh, skating up and around her mound while avoiding her labia and clitoris entirely. “You will.”

“Damn you!” Madeline replied, her voice cracking.

Magnanimous in victory, he bent down and licked the swollen, wet folds of her cunt. She sobbed, a raw, frantic sound, and the head of his cock grew slick with moisture. “That’s not very nice, sweetheart. Actually, I’m starting to think you do require a second husband to properly manage these insatiable desires of yours.”

“But none are s-suitable! I refuse to be caged again by prudishness. And I believe in loyalty; I won’t take lovers when I do remarry. So he must b-be a man who can give me what I n-need.”

Like me.

“I know you need to be fucked hard and often,” Ethan said idly, circling her swollen clitoris with his thumb, anything to distract from his throbbing, painfully engorged cock. “And that you enjoy explicit talk, moderate-to-firm spanking, and pleasure toys. What else do you require? Help me understand. Perhaps I might…know of someone.”

Madeline titled her hips in a brazen attempt at friction against her clitoris, but he was having none of that. Instead, he brushed his knuckles against her drenched nether curls.

She wailed in frustration. “Someone to c-care for me. A man who wants children, and will be a k-kind and attentive f-father…”

Ethan sucked in a breath as hope soared, and in reward for her candor, he turned his hand over and penetrated her with two fingers. “And?”

“Oh God…ah…loyal. S-settled. Experienced. Old enough to have s-sown all his wild oats. And wealthy. He must be wealthy…”

“I see.” The bitter truth cut deeply. No matter what he did, his age and lack of lovers would always be held against him. And she’d just shown an unpleasant similarity to every other ton lady when it came to money. Well then. For his sanity to stay intact, this would have to be the last time between them. He certainly wouldn’t accept only part of her, nor did he have any desire to watch her succeed in finding this bloody damned paragon of a husband.

Swiftly, he flipped Madeline over then hauled her onto his lap so one knee fell either side of his thighs. Then he swirled the head of his cock in her wetness.

“Yes,” she said with a choked moan.

“Poor lady. Your cunt aching to be filled up?” he bit out.

She stilled. “Ethan?”

“What? You want to come, I’ll make you come. Hard.”

“Is…is something wrong?” she whispered, her eyes wide and vulnerable.

“Not at all. You’ve been an excellent tutor,” he replied, hardening his heart, even as he fitted the engorged head of his cock to her entrance and thrust brutally deep.

Madeline screamed, her fingernails almost shredding his shirt as she began climaxing violently, the powerful grip and release of her inner walls alongside the unforgiving pressure of the dildo in her ass incredible. He fucked her harder, rutting like an animal, and yet he couldn’t stop himself lifting a hand to cup her cheek.

Seconds later she came again, clinging to him and burrowing her face into his shoulder as her whole body shuddered. Ethan could only roar as he yanked free of her scalding heat, fisting his cock and letting his seed burst free all over her mound and inner thighs in several prolonged and agonizingly pleasurable spurts.

Utterly sated, and yet hollow inside.

Chapter 4

Something was horribly wrong.