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virginal body. Her breath was coming in great gasps as she tried to orient hersel f and calm her beating heart.
    "Monsieur please. Please." Jolie struggled against his iron grip, but her hands were bound and his chest was hard as steel.
    "Please what Jolie ? Please don't tell your daddy , or pleas e lay you down and give you what you want and deserve?" Jolie shook her head ag ain and fought his hold on her, denying his words and her traitorous body. Cole laughed, knowing the confusion that was overtaking her. He easily picked up her petite frame and held her writhing body under one arm while he stripped off his shirt. Wrapping her in it, he hoisted her over his shoulder, giving her bottom a stinging slap as he headed back to his mount. He would take the wench back to the plantation and tell her fathe r he'd stopped the near rape of the man's daughter and was willing to marry her now that she had been compromised. If things went well he would ha ve her in his bed that night.
    Yes, it would work out well. She would be a respectable little wife on his arm i n public and a desirable plaything in his bed at night, or during the day for that matter. He would take her whenever he wanted. She would be his to do with as he pleased without the messy infringement of a woman's emotions to worry about. Love was for fo o ls, only money and title mattered. He had the money already but needed the respectability this woman could provide. In all honesty he had to admit that he had been extremely intrigued by Jolie since he first laid eyes on her. He couldn't have asked for a m ore beautiful woman to adorn his arm and his bed, and this one had fire too. Her body had responded to him wheth er she'd liked it or not.
    Miss Jolie Dupree was going to make a wonderful wife. The girl had no mother and she couldn't run complaining and cry ing to her stepfath er if she felt mistreated. Hank wouldn't care as long as the money flowed in. Cole 's smile widened as he imagined the numerous nights he would spend bending this little hellion to his will. He would mold her with a hard hand until she li ved to serve him. She would service his every need while being a beautiful showpiece on his arm as he ensconced his way into New Orleans society.
    Jolie 's huge green eyes filled with tears as she bounced along over the Cole 's shoulder. What he said about he r father's punishment was true. Hank would strap her for stripping down and taking a swim. He would tell her again that she was sinful as he lashed out his anger upon her. Hank blamed her for the death of her mother. She had died after contracting scarlet fever from Jolie , and Hank was right to blame her. It didn't make his hatred of her any easier to accept though. Now this horrible man was taking her back to the plantation to meet her fate and she couldn't hold back her tears.
    Would her father really for ce her to marry this monster? The thought chilled her heart even as a new tingle of warmth rose from between her legs at the memory of what he'd done to her body. No one had ever touched her so intimately. Jolie 's mother had died when she was thirteen and she hadn't had the benefit of a woman's guidance when it came to matters with men. Not that her mother would have told her much, decent women didn't discu ss these lewd types of things.
    When they came to Cole 's horse, he lifted her up onto its back with her hands still bound. He then quickly mounted behind her, turning her sideways in his hold. His hard shaft pressed into her hip and waist as he held her close for the ride back to the plantation. His blood roared through his veins with desire, an intense fi r e built in his loins just from having the little vixen near him. He could feel her heat through the thin cotton chemise and his hands ached to tease and fondle the creamy white orbs that pressed against the t ight wet fabric of her shift.
    One hand held the reins while the other found a stiff nipple. "I see your sweet little body is still feeling