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The country did nothing for me. Give me the open sea any day. But this was my revenge and I would stay at Rosewood Manor for life to make sure it was completed.

But I could not stop myself from craving Catherine and it infuriated me.

I did not want to wait until my wedding night.

“What have you been told about your marital obligations?” I asked harshly.

“Just—just that I should do what my husband asks,” she said quietly, looking down at her lap. I could see her hands trembling.

Good.

I want her weak and helpless under me, afraid and alone.

“Raise your skirt,” I said, leaning back against my seat, my cock already hardening in anticipation.

My wife looked at me like she couldn’t believe what she had heard.

“N-no.”

“Weren’t you told to do what your husband says?” I asked, speaking harshly because I could feel my senses begin to heat, my desire for her unfurl.

“It’s most improper!” she protested.

I reached over to her, snatching the white bonnet from her head, making a few curls tumble out of her pins.

Then I threw it out the window.

She gasped, two white-glove clad hands pressed on her face.

“Oh, that was so beautiful! You are a heartless monster!” she cried.

I ignored this. “Raise your skirt,” I said again, the need for her twisting like a painful knife in my gut.

She clutched her skirts closer, like I was going to come rip them off her.

But oh no, she was going to do this herself.

I leaned forward, enjoying the beat of her heart, the flush on her cheeks.

“Do what I say, Viscountess,” I said, glorying in how the word felt on my tongue.

Then I ripped at one of the ribbons on her wedding gown, opening the top swell of her breasts to me. Her skin was so clear, so perfect.

When I threw the ribbon out of the window, listening to the sound of the carriage’s big wheels roll over it, she grabbed her skirts and underthings with trembling arms and lifted them all up.

And there, under all the layers, was my wife’s pretty little pink cunt, and her hips twisted shyly, trying to hide herself from me.

Godsdamn, my cock throbbed in my pants, my need for her making it twitch with anticipation.

“Leave it up, Catherine,” I warned her, forcing myself to move slowly.

I had all the time in the world to breed my unwilling wife on her wedding night.

Just as I put my hand on my aching cock, I heard my driver Liversedge’s voice.

“Rabbit & Crown, my Lord!”

We were at the inn.