Quite A Quartet by Renee Michaels

Author:Renee Michaels [Michaels, Renee]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Erotic Romance Fiction
Publisher: Totally Bound Publishing
Published: 2014-03-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

Anticipating your employers’ needs, even before they voiced his or her desires, was the hallmark of a good servant. Molly prided herself at being just that, so she started packing. In her opinion a dash back to the earl’s estate to avoid the marquis’ venom would be best. Not that she was lily-livered, but the man struck her as someone who wore his self-importance like a mantel. The earl’s denouncement cut deep. It would fester like an untreated wound.

An innuendo here, a casual remark the right ear would start the whispers. This would result in sly speculative looks from the men and the direct cuts from the women.

Hip deep in gowns, shoes and hats, she filled her mistress’ monogrammed trunks. She’d already secured Annabelle’s trinkets in their case and pinned the key to her corset for safekeeping. The key to a fortune in jewels rested between her treasures. She grinned at her silliness.

A brisk tap on the outer door meant another delivery.

She pulled it open and came face to face with the Marquis of Haversham. His bloodshot eyes glittered with malice. The sour brandy fumes and his unhealthy excitement reached her a second before he grasped her by the throat. Molly clawed at his hand. In retaliation, her attacker tightened his grip, cutting off her air. He shoved her back into the room and kicked the door shut.

The dreadful calmness which came with abject terror settled over Molly.

“Where is your mistress, wench?” The marquis shook her to emphasise his rasped demand.

“She is not in, milord,” she squeaked.

“Don’t. Lie. To. Me.” He slammed her against the wall with each word. Pain radiated from the back of her skull.

“I know Glenhaven travelled to Longchamps alone. His prized pigeon should be still abed, which will suit me just fine.” His eyes flashed with lustful voraciousness. “I’ll rut with her in their marital bed. If my seed takes root, he’ll never be sure if the brat wasn’t fathered by me.”

He’d have to get to the girl first, but not while Molly served her. He would hurt Annabelle, revelling in her pain and humiliation.

Molly had faced bruisers and rapists before. She’d been in service too long not to have encountered men who thought they had the right to toss up a maid’s skirts if they had a notion. Her brothers had taught her how to defend herself.

She slacked her face, rolled up her eyes, as if she’d swooned, then slumped. As expected, the dolt let her slide down the wall. Molly laced her fingers and swung her clasped fists into his vulnerable groin.

A strangled groan gurgled in Haversham’s throat as he cupped his crotch and folded like a cheap fan. Molly scrambled away, but he caught her ankle and sent her crashing into a delicate occasional-table. The lamp and ceramic figurines on its surface thudded onto the carpet.

“Bitch,” her captor snarled and dragged her backwards.

He threw himself on Molly and pinned her to the floor. Haversham captured her wrists, twisted her arms and forced her limbs above her head.

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