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atop her. His slobbering kisses fell on her bared breasts as he eased her skirts above her thighs. His own heavy limbs prevented her from kicking out, struggling against the indignity he was forcing upon her. How could she have ever thought she loved him? Alexa wondered, astonished by her response, or rather lack of response, to her husband-to-be.
    Her screams were trapped in her throat as his mouth plundered hers, whispering obscenities against her lips. “I’ve dreamed about this, Alexa,” he moaned. “It will be so good, you’ll love it just like I will. Your breasts feel so silky, so do your thighs. I’m so hot for you. Open up, honey, before I explode.”
    At that moment Alexa felt as if she had never really known Charles although they had been friends for years. Can it be he had a completely different personality he kept hidden from her? She gagged when he forced his tongue between her lips and managed a hoarse scream when his fingers invaded her secret place that until now had been sacrosanct. Charles mistook her scream and writhing for rising passion.
    “That’s it, honey, move,” he grunted as he prepared to mount her. “I knew you’d like it. Soon we’ll be man and wife and can do this as often as we like.”
    The thought sobered Alexa as she prepared herselffor his violation. Surely this isn’t the way it’s meant to be, she silently lamented. So much for romance! Cringing inwardly she felt something moist and hard probing between her thighs. Then suddenly the weight was gone from her body and she drew in a long, shuddering breath.
    “Are you all right. Lady Alexa?” a deep voice asked.
    Abruptly Alexa sat up, squinting in the moonlight as she tried to identify the figure framed in the doorway. There was no mistaking those broad shoulders and muscular thighs encased in dull silver. Although they hadn’t been properly introduced she spoke his name easily.
    “Lord Penwell! What … what are you doing here?”
    “Saving a damsel in distress,” he quipped arrogantly. “Or did I make a mistake?”
    “No … no mistake. I’m … I’m afraid Charles has had too much to drink and … and … well … how embarrassing,” she stammered, blushing in the darkness.
    “No need to explain, milady. I have two good eyes, as well as two good ears. I knew what your fiance was doing and I can’t say I blame him.”
    Eyes like two shards of ice reflected in the moonglow, fixed on Alexa’s full breasts almost completely exposed, and then fell to her slim legs and shapely thighs. Immediately Alexa’s hands flew to set her clothing right and she turned her back on Adam as she covered her breasts as best she could with the torn edges of her bodice and smoothed her skirts down over her hips and thighs.
    Suddenly a loud groan drew both their attention as Charles picked himself rather painfully off the floor where Adam had unceremoniously tossed him.
    “Wha … what happened?” he asked, dazed. For the first time he saw Adam and grew indignant when herealized what had happened. “How dare you interfere!” he snapped peevishly. “My fiancée and I were having a private conversation. You owe us an apology, Lord Penwell.”
    “From where I stood it looked as if you were attempting more than mere conversation,” said Adam suggestively. “When the lady protested I felt obliged to step in.”
    “You Colonials presume too much,” Charles protested violently. “You don’t belong in polite society, you’re no better than savages!”
    A taut smile twisted Adam’s mouth as Alexa watched the two men warily. She felt certain something dreadful would happen if she did not intervene. But what could she do?
    “Charles, please,” Alexa pleaded, “I don’t want any trouble. Lord Penwell did what he thought best under the circumstances. I’m certain you’ll feel differently in the morning.”
    With the mention of morning Charles grew livid with rage. “Perhaps you’ve forgotten that I’ll be gone in the