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evoked. Viola’s moon-bright hair spilling across his thighs as she cherished his cock with her mouth. Viola, flung across silk sheets as she howled her pleasure under him. Viola’s sweet ass, blazing red from his attentions, thrusting back against his cock as she begged for more…
    What wouldn’t she do as his mistress?
    “Are you offering me carte blanche, Mrs. Ross, to act as I please in the bedroom?”
    “Your horses love you and you whipped a man once for kicking a dog. I believe you’ll treat me with at least as much consideration.”
    Did she mean it? Would she truly let him do what he wanted with her? His brain finally agreed with his cock on the need to grab her now, quickly, before she had time to reconsider. He gave voice to the bargain. “I give you my word on that. And I’ll protect you from those who’d harm you as well.”
    “Such as Mr. Lennox?”
    His jaw set. “Definitely against Lennox.”
    “Thank you.” She smiled at him, then went on more briskly, “How much?”
    William coughed at her businesslike words, which were a complete contrast to her nipples’ eager thrust against the thin cloth. “What did you have in mind?”
    “One hundred dollars a week. I believe you regularly spend more than that at Mrs. Smith’s.”
    If he paid her by the week, she could leave after a few days’ notice. Everything in him railed at the idea, desperate to keep her as long as possible.
    William kept his expression shuttered as he answered, leaning back against the desk. “A weekly rate wouldn’t suit me. It will take time to teach you my preferences.”
    “How long?”
    His eyes hooded for a moment. What was the minimum stay for a student at Lyonsgate? “Three months.”
    She didn’t blink. “One thousand dollars.”
    Bloody hell, she hadn’t balked at the time he’d demanded. He summarized the deal clearly, needing her complete agreement before he acted. “And for that sum and my protection, you will live under my roof, be constantly at my disposal, and learn how best to please me.”
    “Yes, sir.” She took a very deep breath, straining the blue calico over her slight breasts. A tremor ran up his spine. His balls were as taut as if this morning’s relief had occurred weeks ago.
    His eyes swept over her and she met them steadily. Then he stared out at the window shutters for a long time as he fought to think. Could he really do this? On the other hand, could he turn her down? He knew the answer to that: no.
    He could hear one of his men whistling in the distance, against the steady thud of barrels being stacked in wagons.
    “Very well,” William said finally, his voice far too rough in his ears. “It will take a little time to gather that much cash together. Where would you care to wait?”
    “No!”
    He stared at her, caught by the first note of fear in her voice. Was she physically afraid of Lennox, not just annoyed by his attentions?
    “I mean, we can commence now,” Viola stammered. “I am sure you’re good for the money.”
    Their eyes met and anger rose in William. The bastard had done something to her, probably threatened her. He deserved to be hung, even if he was Donovan & Sons’ biggest client in this territory, other than the Army.
    William bowed slightly to her. “Thank you for your confidence in me. Very well, we’ll begin immediately.” And give her one last chance to change her mind.
    Viola shivered and blushed, looking delectable. He smiled, enjoying the anticipation drumming in his cock. He extended his hand to her and lifted her to her feet, his eyes searching hers for every hint of carnal interest. She trembled again.
    William smiled as he kissed her hand, pleased at this assurance. He lingered a moment to savor her sweet, slightly musky scent. “Take off your bonnet, Viola.”
    “Yes, sir.” She fumbled with the strings but finally managed to set it aside.
    “Beautiful hair,” he murmured as he tucked a stray lock behind her ears. “You’ll wear it down