lose sight of all that.
“Damn you, Vladimir, the woman is sick! How could you not know it?”
Vladimir had anticipated this, had known he would have to explain. But better now that the dose had taken effect than earlier, when he would have had to admit to failure.
“She is not sick,” he said quickly. “She was given cantharides in her food.”
Dimitri stepped back in amazement. Why had he not realized himself what ailed the woman? He had seen a woman given that powerful aphrodisiac before, during the year he had spent in the Caucasus. She had been insatiable. Fifteen soldiers hadn’t been enough to satisfy her. She still demanded more, and the effect had lasted for hours.
Dimitri was disgusted, knowing that he alone wouldn’t be able to take care of the woman, that he would probably have to call his guards to help relieve her suffering, and suffering it was. She was burning to have a man between her legs, aching with need. But despite his disgust, his manhood throbbed in anticipation. She wasn’t sick. He would have her, and she would beg for more. A unique situation that produced all manner of pleasurable thoughts.
“Why, Vladimir? I was looking forward to a relaxing evening, not a sexual marathon.”
The crisis had passed. Vladimir could see that the Prince had accepted the idea, even if itwasn’t what he had had in mind. And he would be well pleased in the end. That was all that mattered.
“She was difficult to persuade, my lord. She could not be bought and insisted she did not bed strangers.”
“You mean she actually refused me?” Dimitri was amused at the thought. “Didn’t you tell her who I was?”
“Of course. But these English peasants have a high opinion of themselves. I think the wench wanted to be wooed first. I explained there was no time for that, not that you need to exert yourself for someone like her,” he added, with a touch of disdain. “Forgive me, Prince Dimitri, but I could think of nothing else to do.”
“How much of the drug did you give her?”
“We were not sure how much to use.”
“So it could last for hours or all night?”
“For however long you wish to amuse yourself, my lord” was the simple reply.
Dimitri grunted and waved Vladimir away. He reentered the room, rather surprised at how eager he was to see the woman again. She was still thrashing about on the bed and moaning quite audibly now. When he sat down beside her, her eyes turned to him. She quieted a bit, but she couldn’t still her body.
“A doctor?”
“No, little dove, a doctor can’t help what ails you, I’m afraid.”
“I’m dying, then?”
He smiled gently. She really didn’t know what was happening to her, or that there was only one cure that would give her relief. But he would be happy to show her.
He leaned over and softly brushed his lips against hers. Her eyes opened wide in surprise. Dimitri couldn’t help laughing. Such a combination of innocence and sexual allure. He found her delightful.
“You didn’t like that?”
“No, I…oh, what is wrong with me?”
“My man took it upon himself to overcome your shyness with an aphrodisiac. Do you know what that is?”
“No, but it…it’s made me sick.”
“Not sick, little one. It’s doing exactly what it’s supposed to do—arouse your sexual desire to an unbearable degree.”
It took her a moment to accept that she hadn’t mistaken his meaning before she cried, “Nooo!”
“Shh,” Dimitri soothed, cupping her cheek in his hand. Her face immediately turned into his palm again. “I would not wish this on any woman, but it is done, and I can help you if you will allow it.”
“How?”
She was wary of him. He could see the mistrust in her eyes. Vladimir was right. She really wanted no part of him. If not for the drug, he would have failed with her, just as that lout on the street had failed. How intriguing. Even if he were to put all his considerable charm to use, he had the feeling it would avail him
“Damn you, Vladimir, the woman is sick! How could you not know it?”
Vladimir had anticipated this, had known he would have to explain. But better now that the dose had taken effect than earlier, when he would have had to admit to failure.
“She is not sick,” he said quickly. “She was given cantharides in her food.”
Dimitri stepped back in amazement. Why had he not realized himself what ailed the woman? He had seen a woman given that powerful aphrodisiac before, during the year he had spent in the Caucasus. She had been insatiable. Fifteen soldiers hadn’t been enough to satisfy her. She still demanded more, and the effect had lasted for hours.
Dimitri was disgusted, knowing that he alone wouldn’t be able to take care of the woman, that he would probably have to call his guards to help relieve her suffering, and suffering it was. She was burning to have a man between her legs, aching with need. But despite his disgust, his manhood throbbed in anticipation. She wasn’t sick. He would have her, and she would beg for more. A unique situation that produced all manner of pleasurable thoughts.
“Why, Vladimir? I was looking forward to a relaxing evening, not a sexual marathon.”
The crisis had passed. Vladimir could see that the Prince had accepted the idea, even if itwasn’t what he had had in mind. And he would be well pleased in the end. That was all that mattered.
“She was difficult to persuade, my lord. She could not be bought and insisted she did not bed strangers.”
“You mean she actually refused me?” Dimitri was amused at the thought. “Didn’t you tell her who I was?”
“Of course. But these English peasants have a high opinion of themselves. I think the wench wanted to be wooed first. I explained there was no time for that, not that you need to exert yourself for someone like her,” he added, with a touch of disdain. “Forgive me, Prince Dimitri, but I could think of nothing else to do.”
“How much of the drug did you give her?”
“We were not sure how much to use.”
“So it could last for hours or all night?”
“For however long you wish to amuse yourself, my lord” was the simple reply.
Dimitri grunted and waved Vladimir away. He reentered the room, rather surprised at how eager he was to see the woman again. She was still thrashing about on the bed and moaning quite audibly now. When he sat down beside her, her eyes turned to him. She quieted a bit, but she couldn’t still her body.
“A doctor?”
“No, little dove, a doctor can’t help what ails you, I’m afraid.”
“I’m dying, then?”
He smiled gently. She really didn’t know what was happening to her, or that there was only one cure that would give her relief. But he would be happy to show her.
He leaned over and softly brushed his lips against hers. Her eyes opened wide in surprise. Dimitri couldn’t help laughing. Such a combination of innocence and sexual allure. He found her delightful.
“You didn’t like that?”
“No, I…oh, what is wrong with me?”
“My man took it upon himself to overcome your shyness with an aphrodisiac. Do you know what that is?”
“No, but it…it’s made me sick.”
“Not sick, little one. It’s doing exactly what it’s supposed to do—arouse your sexual desire to an unbearable degree.”
It took her a moment to accept that she hadn’t mistaken his meaning before she cried, “Nooo!”
“Shh,” Dimitri soothed, cupping her cheek in his hand. Her face immediately turned into his palm again. “I would not wish this on any woman, but it is done, and I can help you if you will allow it.”
“How?”
She was wary of him. He could see the mistrust in her eyes. Vladimir was right. She really wanted no part of him. If not for the drug, he would have failed with her, just as that lout on the street had failed. How intriguing. Even if he were to put all his considerable charm to use, he had the feeling it would avail him
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