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I won’t have it. I don’t want it.”
    “I won’t,” she soothed. “I know how it is to grow up without a mother. You and I are so alike, in the most unexpected of ways.” Her small hands came up to cradle his face. “Do you know why she ran away?”
    “Marriage to my father would do it, I would say. You’ll never have the misfortune to meet a colder or more vicious man.”
    “That is something I cannot imagine.” Olivia fell silent, her fingertips drawing circles across his chest. “When was the last time you saw your father?” she asked finally.
    He didn’t want to think about the marquess. Ever. “Five years ago.”
    “Are you worried about seeing him again?”
    Sebastian considered that for a moment. “I don’t believe so. After all, I am returning with the bride of his choosing. He should have no complaints, at least none outside the usual, which entails everything else about me.”
    Olivia took a deep breath, the movement pressing her breasts more fully against his chest.
    “Tell me what you’re thinking,” he urged when the silence stretched out.
    She hesitated, then her natural forthrightness won out. “Would I have been your choice for a bride? Or did you—”
    “Yes,” he interjected, deducing the nature of her query. “If I’d been of the mind to be leg-shackled, I would most definitely have selected your fetter over any other. And no. What is between you and I has nothing to do with my father. If you think on it further, love, you will see that discarding you would have served my rebellion better.”
    She sighed and offered a relieved smile. “When will we arrive in London?”
    “A week perhaps.”
    “That’s all?” Her smile faltered, then faded completely.
    Sebastian frowned. “Why so miserable, sweet?”
    With a wriggle of her hips, she positioned his cock at her entrance and engulfed him easily, her passage slick with his seed.
    His breath hissed out through his teeth as pleasure, searing and almost painful, coursed through his blood. “ Dear God, ” he groaned. It was like fucking his way into a velvet fist, every time more astonishingly rapturous than the last.
    “Do you intend to leave me immediately after we return?” Olivia rose up to a seated position, taking more of him into her body until the dark honey curls of her sex tangled with his black ones and he felt the warmth of her womb cap his erection. The visual and physical combination made him swell even further inside her, stretching her until she moaned.
    “W-what?” He couldn’t think.
    She rose up on her knees and then slid back down along his shaft, killing him softly. “Will you leave me in London immediately?”
    He caressed the satin skin of her thighs, his entire body consumed with fever. “No . . . I don’t know . . .” He gasped as she rode him again. Lightning bolted into his spine and radiated outward. “What do you want . . . me to do?”
    Olivia undulated around him, over him, against him, her fingertips swirling over his flat nipples. Damn, she’d become so familiar with his body, she played it with the skill of the finest courtesan. She knew just where to touch him, where to stroke him, to turn him to putty in her hands.
    “I want you to stay with me, just for a short time.” She moved again, slowly, caressing his throbbing cock with silken, drenched heat. Sebastian gritted his teeth, his back arching against his will. “There will be balls and luncheons in our honor, callers to our home. I don’t want to endure it all alone.”
    She tightened her inner muscles on him and tweaked his nipples. His sac grew tight, his seed rising, heating. Bloody hell, he was ready to spend himself and she had just begun.
    “Of course, love,” he groaned, willing to give her anything she asked. “There’s no rush . . . for me to depart. I’ll stay . . . as long as you . . . think is best. Just do that again . . . oh, yes . . . again . . .”
    Olivia’s smile was triumphant as she rested her palms