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evoked by new tinges of arousal. With a hard smile, Preston slipped his hand beneath her to feel the damp crevices of her labia. Her clit was heavy and throbbing beneath his fingers, and she gave a shriek of pleasure when he began to massage it. She started panting with need, squirming on the table as if encouraging him to thrust himself even deeper into her body.
    Preston pressed hard against the center of her pleasure as Lydia cried out, her body quivering with the effects of a powerful climax. Then he clutched her bottom again, his own arousal heightened by the shuddering of her muscles, and plunged with such fervor into her that Lydia continued to emit a series of moans. With a shout, Preston succumbed to his own rapture, pressing himself heavily inside her as his body exploded in a series of vibrating spurts.
    He stepped back to allow her to right herself. Breathing heavily, Lydia fumbled to spread her dress back over her rump as she climbed off the table. She winced as she stood, no doubt from the soreness now encircling her anus. Her skin burned with both passion and shame, which made Preston chuckle as he bent to retrieve his discarded trousers.
    ‘See how much you enjoy yourself when I’m the one indulging you?’ he asked, earning himself an angry glare.
    With trembling fingers, Lydia fastened the buttons of her dress. The thin material clung to her perspiration-dampened skin, outlining the luscious flare of her hips and curves of her breasts, their crests still stiff and tenting against the cotton.
    Her disheveled, heated appearance gave Preston a satisfaction unlike any he had experienced before, for he had often dreamed of taking Lydia in such a manner.
    She tossed her hair back, giving him a fulminating glower. ‘I meant it, Preston. I hate you.’
    ‘Interesting, isn’t it? To cream from the stimulation of a man you hate?’
    Lydia’s eyes hardened to the consistency of concrete. ‘Why are you doing this to me?’
    ‘Sweetheart, I have done nothing to you that you haven’t already done to yourself. If you want to leave La Lierre et le Chêne, then please do. I wouldn’t want to cause you any distress.’
    ‘Liar. My distress is what excites you.’
    ‘Perhaps. And perhaps it excites you as well.’ He went to her and stroked his hand over the curve of her bottom, giving the pert mounds a gentle slap. ‘Perhaps that’s why you chose to earn yourself several punishments. And believe me when I tell you that I won’t forget.’
    ‘I never thought you would.’
    Preston smiled and gave her another loving spank before he left the room, letting the door slam shut behind him.

Chapter 5
    The wooden porch was warm and dusty underneath Lydia’s bare feet. She leaned her head against the back of the rocking chair and closed her eyes, letting her body sway the chair into a gentle rhythm.
    She loved sitting out here during twilight, protected from insects and mosquitoes by the wrap-around screen, the air cooling slightly from the heat of the day. She let out a long sigh, allowing herself brief remembrances of previous few days, from Gabriel’s gentle assurance to Preston’s torment of her soul and stimulation of her body.
    When confusion over her battling emotions threatened to invade her temporary calm, Lydia pushed it aside. She could try and work through her feelings later. Right now, it was a relief to simply sit here and try not to think too deeply or too hard. Her body was both sore and sated from the fierce liaisons in which she had engaged, but her blood still hummed with lingering pleasure.
    She heard someone walk up the steps from the garden. She didn’t open her eyes, although knew by the sound of his tread that it was Kruin. The screen door creaked.
    Instinctively, Lydia parted her legs further to avoid his displeasure. Her breath stopped in her chest as she waited to hear him disappear into the house.
    ‘Look at me, Lydia.’ Kruin’s voice resounded through the air like an echo.
    Lydia’s