He breathed in her fresh, sweet scent, biting back a sigh. She hadn’t given herself to that dolt Morris. She hadn’t let him plow her pussy until she screamed. Well, tonight he was going to do that and more. “Come, love,” he murmured. “I want to show you everything.” She gave him a shaky nod, thankfully missing the endearment he’d tossed out as if it wasn’t the first time he’d ever uttered the word. He turned her from the hallway leading to the secret chamber and urged her toward his suite of rooms. She craned her neck as she peered back. “What is in there?” My father fucking the new maid. “Nothing of import, Isabella. Let’s go to my chamber.” Isabella’s expression made Frederick’s body tremble. She wore growing knowledge on her exquisite face, open curiosity about everything he wanted to do to her. He’d never felt desire like this, like a weakness in his very marrow.
