The Wicked Lord Warrington by Sasha Byrne

Author:Sasha Byrne [Byrne, Sasha]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-07-10T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

Sarah was dragged through a pair of heavy wooden doors.

As the afternoon had waned, the fire was already lit, giving the room a warm, cozy glow. She could just make out the furnishings in the room. There was a central table and a set of gold embroidered upholstered chairs directly in front of the fire. A writing desk flanked by two small bookcases. A chiffonier topped with various cut crystal decanters filled no doubt with brandy and port. A massive wardrobe with a small dressing table adjacent covered with silver-backed brushes and combs. Most imposing of all, a massive four-poster bed covered in bolsters and pillows.

Every place she looked was rich polished mahogany, elaborate royal blue and gold brocades and silver. Even the ornaments on the mantel looked to be solid silver and Chinese porcelain.

While she was taking the measure of her surroundings, Sarah heard the distinctive metal click of a lock.

Sarah took a few hurried steps over the thick Persian carpet before turning to face Pierce. Desperately clutching the now hopelessly wrinkled pink drape to her bosom, she warned,

“If you try to kill me, I’ll scream!”

Pierce shrugged out of his fitted frock coat, placing it on a hook by the wardrobe.

Moving farther into the room, placing one of the plush fireside chairs between them, she continued, “I mean it! You had better let me go!”

Unbuttoning his waistcoat as he toed off his shoes, her words gave him pause. There was an unmistakable tightening in his chest when he heard the words ‘let me go’.

Let her go? Never.

She needed him.

Needed his protection.

While that pitiful excuse for a man today would probably not have harmed her, what of the next time? And the next? Mrs. Needham did not strike him as being overly concerned about where she sent her girls as long as there was a fat coin purse in it for her. A life in domestic service would be no better. With her comely face, it would be a matter of hours not even days before the sons of the household tried to force their attentions.

There was also the possibility she would simply leave London and return to the Americas. Every scenario which crossed his mind only strengthened his resolve to keep her safe by his side. Well, relatively safe. There would be no protection for her from him and his intentions.

Sarah crept closer to the fire as he was turned away removing his watch and some coins from his trouser pockets. Slowly as to not draw attention to herself, Sarah reached behind her for the fire poker.

“Put that down before you hurt yourself,” he darkly commanded.

The sudden boom of his voice in the quiet bedroom startled Sarah. His back was turned, how could he have known?

Ignoring his command, Sarah picked up the heavy brass poker and stretched her arms out in front. The poker dipped and swayed as she attempted to keep it steady.

“Stay back,” she cried, the fire poker swaying in front of her.

Pierce started to release the buttons down the front of his linen shirt.

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