One week later~Leo~"Mm, this is some strong coffee", my sister mumbled as she slumped back into the chair, taking another long gulp of her hot coffee. I knew Mabel was trying to avoid the topic. She hated it when I stuck my nose into her business. But keeping her away from bad people and any sort of potential harm was totally my business."He should be here anytime now," she spouted when she saw me checking my watch."Isn't this a nice breakfast spot?" She rambled on. "With winter sneaking up on us so quickly, look at those fireplaces in the corner... oh so cozy, I love it!" Taking a deep breath, I shook my head. I wasn't happy with whatever she was proposing to do. She always had to choose the most unconventional or unintuitive options to complicate her life. With the kind of money she had, she could spend the next eighty years lazing around in a bathtub filled with fizzy champagne. But no, why would she just accept the good, easy life? She was fixated on starting some risky ventu
~Penny~Did the Duke pry into my background after that incident? I was worried he might see through my carefully fabricated facade. Nico was fully off-limits now. His Grace and his regal sister both took turns to warn me to stay away from the kid. I was just following instructions. Lawrence told me to get close to Nico. So I did. Now I needed to stay away from Nico and his uncle at any cost to avoid raising more doubts about me.The next few days unfolded in a flurry of needle and thread as I strived to keep busy and avoid running into the Duke. The sewing workstations were a bustling hive of activity today with long fabric bolts and a dozen work tables. The breaks were pathetically short and the head seamstress ensured we didn't dillydally.Despite the strict schedule and watchful eyes, there was often whispered gossip that helped me understand my perilous mission better. Some stories even delved into the Duke's past, his parents, and the choices that shaped him into the man he was,
~Penny~The smell of sizzling butter and breakfast eggs assaulted my nose as I tiptoed from my room past Aunt Molly. It was Sunday morning, and the weather outside was quiet and moody with gray skies. I had plans to curl up in my bed since there was no work to do, but Lawrence's letter and his pressure tactics deprived me of that luxury.Reaching the fireplace, I thrust the letter into the flames and watched the crumpled paper crackle, taking forever to turn to ash. If only I could burn his threats as easily as setting his words on fire. He wanted updates from me on the progress I made so far.What transpired between me and the Duke felt too personal and intimate to share with anybody, let alone with my ex who dumped me like I was a piece of trash. Lawrence was going to be in Mountbatten in two days, and I was sure he would explain the more innovative ways he could use to kill Ben if I didn't move faster.Days bled into weeks as the Duke's coronation day loomed ahead. I peered out the
~Leo~Mabel jutted her chin in defiance as the carriage rattled down the cobblestone streets. "I could have perfectly managed this meeting on my own, Leo.""With the help of your useless architect friend? If he had an ounce of common sense, he would have asked this accountant to meet with you two in the castle. You are so bent on doing things like a commoner, visiting this sketchy neighborhood after dark.""You exaggerate Leo. You are just upset because I am not using the services of our Royal Accountant.""Look outside for once Mabel." I pulled the curtains of the carriage window apart for her to take a look. "Look at the state of this place. There's a massive surge in immigration and we can't keep up with everyone's records in overcrowded regions. Poverty and under reported crime are rampant here."Peering out the frosted window, Mabel's breath hitched. She was expecting the usual massive elegant brownstones but dilapidated buildings were all huddled together here with rubbish strew
~Penny~***Warning: Some readers may find trigger elements in this chapter***I should have been running, but my feet refused to move. I was still in shock, unable to believe that the Duke had left me to my fate tonight. I stayed planted in my spot even when the three men across the street emerged from the shadows and stalked toward me.The Duke was gone. Abandoned. He knew I would get raped and might even be left to die on these streets. And yet he didn't want to take me with him. Was it too much to expect? Even a stranger would have helped me. It wasn't supposed to hurt like this. He merely touched me once, and it was entirely fueled by lust. Why did the weight of his betrayal press me down so badly then?The menacing figures circled me, their hungry gazes devouring me like I was their prey. I swallowed the lump in my throat, slowly stepping back as panic surged through me."I will go first," said the man with a scraggly beard. "She looks so delicate she might break if we pounce on
~Leo~It was three in the morning. Thick flakes of snow drifted down, swirling in slow motion across the impossibly bright night sky. I turned around and pressed my back against the cold window, staring into the warm fireplace and the ticking clock above it.What was she up to? Fast asleep in her bed, probably.Guilt gnawed at me. I couldn't stop thinking about her since that night. Mabel filled me in on what happened, and I had been kicking myself since then. Why hadn't I believed Penny? Even if her story was a web of lies, what harm could have come to me by taking her to the castle or dropping her off wherever she wanted me to?The truth was, even when I didn't want to acknowledge it, I felt like she betrayed me by letting some other guy touch her. Since I was so unreasonably possessive about her, I could have spared her the trauma and taken her home safely with me before anyone else touched her. But I allowed jealousy to cloud my judgment so terribly. This regret had turned into a
~Leo~"What are you doing, Penny?" I asked, tucking a stray strand behind her ear. "When I said breakfast, I didn't mean it literally."Her large blue eyes stared into mine, a flicker of something unreadable swirling in her gaze. Pushing my hand away, she continued looking at me with the same indecipherable expression. Was it anger or mere surprise at what I said? Would apologizing again about the other night help? I couldn't bear the thought that she was trying so hard to stand away from me.Closing the distance between us, I lifted her up and placed her on the prep table, my fingers digging into her thighs as I spread them apart. The rise and fall of her chest from quick short breaths made the soft fabric of her dress strain against her bosom. Her tongue was too tied to utter a word when I failed to look away from the sexy swell of her breasts.Damn, I desperately wanted her in my bed. I wanted to shred every bit of clothing on her body and suck on those pert breasts until they were
~Penny~My first day back at work was busy as usual. The workroom was bustling with activity, with workers feverishly snipping at intricate fabrics and stitching delicate seams. My eyes kept wandering to the door, expecting the Butler to come in and announce again like he did last time, "His Grace wants to see you in the dining hall." But the day was flying by and there was no sign of the Butler.As the last rays of sunlight faded behind the castle's keep, my mind raced with jumbled up thoughts and emotions."Eyes on the fabric!" The Head Seamstress hissed, tapping my worktable. Her eyes were cold and brimming with disapproval.I stood up from my seat, wanting to look apologetic and get back to weaving the vibrant threads in my hands, but I just stared at her instead, my thoughts elsewhere. I was still upset at myself, for how weak and easily swayed I was by the Duke's charms. It was as if he had taken my brain out and put it on the prep table before scooping me into his arms at Aunt
~Penny~I shook my head in refusal. "I hate you after what you did with Hannah. Your touch disgusts me.""My touch? You get wet just looking at me." He whispered, his breath warm against my ear. As he traced his fingers down my spine, I shuddered against him, hating how soaked he was making me. "I don't have to feel your pussy to know how wet you are for me."I took a deep breath, desperately shaking my head in a no, denying the truth in his words and the caressing strokes of his fingers against my lower back. My nipples hardened under my dress, yearning for him to fondle my breasts."You let that handsy fucker touch you. You forgot who still owns this pussy, didn't you?" His fingers reached my folds as he buried his face in the crook of my neck."It's not yours. I'm NOT yours. I hate you!"I scrambled against his hold, refusing to acknowledge how shaky and breathy my voice was. He wrapped his hand around my throat and pulled me closer, tugging me into a wild kiss while using his othe
~Penny~How could I be so irresponsible? I cursed under my breath, the chill of the late night air seeping through my coat. At two in the morning, after tossing and turning for hours, the realization suddenly struck me–where did the letter that Mr.Rolfe handed me go?It must have slipped out of my dress at some point. But where? I forgot all about it when I got off the carriage and settled in the cottage for dinner. It was snowing lightly now and the moon was out while I looked as suspicious as ever, tracing my way back to the garden and lawns I walked through earlier in the evening. Dawn was approaching soon. I glanced up at the second story window where Leo's room was. He must be fast asleep, maybe with Hannah curled in his arms. As I turned away, I thought I saw a flicker of movement.Was he awake? Could he see me out here in the cold? I had to hurry back to my room, hoping no one else stumbled upon the letter once the snow melted. The next morning, we set out to the ocean with
~Penny~ As the ship touched land and everyone rushed to get offboard to the freezing Tundra, Mr. Rolfe walked to me with a stack of letters. The one on the top was in Lawrence's handwriting but with Ben's address. So Lawrence somehow knew we were going to stop at this town for a few days. “For me?” I asked, snatching it from Mr. Rolfe's hand before he attracted Leo's attention with his deep, ringing voice. For Ben's safety, it was best that Leo never knew about his existence. I was still upset with Leo and didn't want to talk to him. After that slap, he also avoided me. "How is this water not frozen?" Lucy exclaimed, covering her face with a scarf. "I wanted to say goodbye to Marie before she left but can barely see in this fog." "I know, it's crazy! Not even three in the afternoon and the sun is setting already." And I thought Mountbatten was cold. This place was surrounded by impressive snow-covered mountains just like Mountbatten, but that gorgeous pale wintry light was missi
~Penny~We were about four hours away from our destination by sunrise. But where did the sun go? Even at nine in the morning, it was so frigid cold, and foggy. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say the ship sailed really close to the North Pole overnight. As I walked into the open deck area, the crew wore heavy wool coats, hats, and gloves. The steward seemed to have used a hammock by the wood-burning stove at night to keep warm.Alice was serving alcohol to everyone on board while Lucy and Marie were busy getting the breakfast ready. Leo was probably still in bed. I dared to snuggle up to him once he passed out last night, but he wasn't a deep sleeper apparently, since I woke up in my bed this morning."Good morning, My Lady," Lucy said, beckoning me to join them in the galley kitchen. "His Grace likes these added to his eggs." She passed some cold smoked herring and cheese to me without explaining much.I wasn't very helpful in the kitchen, but I was glad to be here as it was nice a
~Penny~"Get my bath ready," he ordered, stripping off his shirt without caring to look at me. I stepped into the bathroom quietly to do as he said. Once I got the sponges and soap ready, I stood awkwardly by the large vanity, rubbing my palms on my thighs. He walked in wearing nothing but a towel, sending a warm tremor of heat straight to my core."Fetch me some new towels and change my sheets." He glowered at me, shutting the bathroom door to my face. Someone was in a terrible mood, probably because his torture didn't work on me. I wondered what else he would do to make me talk tonight. It was so strange that I wanted him to push my sexual boundaries to the extreme, even when the thought scared me.I changed the sheets and cleaned the room, picking clothes off the floor. Did he get physical with Hannah today? The thought bothered me as I clutched his cream-colored shirt, looking for any lipstick marks or strands of rose gold hair.Pushing his shirt to my nose, I sucked in a deep br
~Penny~A deep sense of dread and anxiety took over me as I slowly turned around to face Mr. Rolfe. His scrutinizing gaze seemed to freeze my blood, making my mouth dry and my knees weak and shaky."Pardon me, My Lady, I think the purser was holding five letters addressed to His Grace. Did you by any chance happen to see the fifth one?""Um, letters? For me?" I asked, hiding my sweaty palms behind my back and slowly crumpling the thick paper. The blue envelope I had opened so carefully to glue it back later was still sitting on the wooden railing. I used my body to block it from him."Letters for His Grace, My Lady, did you---""Oh, there they are," I said, quickly throwing the crumpled letter into the water as he turned to look at the approaching guards. "Just when I was wondering if I would ever get a minute away from them to appreciate these gorgeous views, here they are..." I waved my arm at the rolling hills draped in snow, gusty winds howling across them.Feigning my disappointm
~Penny~ I slowly rose from the fog of sleep, every inch of my body feeling either sore or stiff. Bright rays of sunlight filtered through the cabin window. Jeez, what time was it? This wasn't Leo's cabin. He wore me out so badly that I passed out from exhaustion at some point and somehow ended up back in my tiny cabin, naked. As I rolled over with a groggy sigh, my body throbbed, all the way from my arms down to my calves. God, was it torture. There was something terribly wrong with me to have secretly enjoyed it so much. I could still feel the heat of his eyes on me, the way he watched me take it all in as he emptied himself between my lips, the sound of his quick breaths, the hard shudder of his body because of the things he made me do to him, fuck! My hand reached my clit instantly, gasping at how sensitive it was. My body needed a release, no matter how tender my pussy was. I rubbed on the sensitive bud, remembering how his fingers circled it lazily. Too bad he didn't let me
~Penny~Once we were out of Hannah's and everyone else's sight, he spun me around and yanked me off my feet, throwing me over his shoulder. I whimpered at the sudden move, my pulse racing even more as he stepped into his cabin and tossed me onto his bed. Jerking on the collar of his shirt after unbuttoning it, he lifted it over his head and flung it on the floor, revealing his broad shoulders and muscular arms."Spread your legs." His demanding voice got my blood pumping. My nipples turned hard when his gaze landed between my legs. Crawling onto the bed, he ran his hands over my shaking thighs, his fingers digging in. Pulling my panties to the side, he ran his thumb over my folds before pushing it into my pussy. My cheeks flushed at how wet I was for him."When I'm done with you," he said, his rough voice showing a hint of anger, "this tight pussy will be dripping with my cum. But I promise I won't let you come, no matter how much you beg or cry."I whimpered in protest. Not letting m
~Penny~The sight of Leo standing so close to his lady friend made me forget all about Lawrence. While everyone else was seated at several round tables, Leo was leaning against the railing with a drink in his hand, looking hot as ever in his black twill shirt. He was listening to Hannah, looking amused by whatever she was telling him.She touched him at every chance, eyes wide and sparkling with excitement, her hands dancing in the air animatedly. I couldn't really blame her. Which woman could keep her hands off that tousled hair and charismatic face? At every lurch of the ship, she threw herself at him playfully and he caught her with his free arm. A heavy weight pressed down on my chest, making it difficult for me to breathe.Until now I had hoped Leo was meeting her for the first time and would take some time getting to know her. Tears stung my eyes like tiny hot needles when I thought about the possibility that he was sleeping with her when he told me he was busy with town hall vi