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from abroad last year, he cultivated the most vile reputation. No man’s wife was safe in his presence and there was more than one maiden’s character despoiled by association with him.”
    Sophia gulped. Bad Jack—Lord Stafford—had made her feel special. Adored. Her insides hollowed. He’d taken her virginity without any care of what she was risking. And that last time they’d been together…
    The room started to spin around her. That last time, he’d filled her full of his seed and sent her packing like a used up scullery maid. At the time, she’d thought he was a highway robber. But now! Now that she knew he was a gentleman… She inhaled as deeply as she could in spite of her tightly laced corset.
    She quaked with rage. Her hands ached to slap him.
    The bastard!
    Ralph pushed a glass of champagne into her hand. “Drink this. You’re starting to look peaked.”
    Across the ballroom, Jack had a difficult time keeping his gaze away from the woman who’d just been introduced to him as Sophia Astley . What the devil had happened? And here, Elinor chattered on as if nothing in the world were amiss. He felt trapped in his own skin. He desperately needed to talk to Elinor —and to Sophia.
    She’d been genuinely stunned when she’d seen him.
    His instincts had been right. He had abducted the wrong woman. Somehow, Elinor knew and seemed to be having a grand time of watching everyone squirm. He wanted to throttle her.
    He wanted to throttle himself. How could he have been so stupid? He asked himself the question over and over even as a thousand justifications rose in his mind. He’d only seen Elinor in a mask. And that had been nearly a year ago! Miss Sophia Astley was no innocent rose. She’d climbed onto his horse without protest. She’d also climbed onto a good many other things without protest.
    Furtively, he cut his gaze at her. She stood with her back to him, downing a glass of champagne as if it were water.
    The memory of her straddling his lap and that first time he sank his cock into her sweet, creamy cunny flooded his thoughts. His prick swelled and he inhaled trying to dispel the lurid reminiscence.
    Had she been a virgin, then? He recalled her face when he’d first entered her. Biting her bottom lip, she’d flinched but only for an instant.
    Still…
    What a colossal ass you were! He rubbed his throbbing temples as more memories surfaced. She’d been hesitant to take him in her mouth initially but she’d quickly warmed to it. God, had she ever. New positions had caused her eyes to grow wide with wonder before swirling dark with desire.
    And then there were the spankings and the nipple clamps…
    He blew out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. She must have been terrified out of her wits.
    And yet, she’d responded. Her body had moved with a life and will of its own. She’d initiated sex with him. He glanced down at his burgeoning erection and shifted his weight from one foot to the other.
    He had to get her away from that fop of a fiancé so he could explain. He turned to Elinor . “I will speak with you later,” he said tersely. “Lord Huntingdon, always a pleasure.”
    Elinor’s laugh rang in his ears as he walked away.
    He wished there were something stronger here to drink than champagne. His gaze riveted once more to Sophia. Blast! Why hadn’t she said something? Why hadn’t she declared herself a virgin?
    An ugly memory settled in his head.
    “I…I am a maiden!”
    “And I am the lecher who will deflower you.”
    He hadn’t believed her. He’d thought she was playing a part. He inhaled sharply. What now?
    He looked at the man by her side. Lord Wisbech . Surely, everyone—including Lord Wisbech —had known Sophia had been disgraced. Jack wanted to retch when he recalled kissing her on the road right in front of the man.
    But then, Ralph hadn’t exactly stood up for Sophia’s honor. In fact, he’d traded her for a ring. At the time, Jack had thought the man was a