Page 19 of Legacy of Succession

CHAPTER ELEVEN

VICTORIA

A date? The freak wants me to join him for one on one time. What? Is this where he takes our virginity and sees which he likes best? If he thinks that he’s getting into the panties, they’ve finally provided me with, then he has another think coming. I’d sooner chop his bloody dick right off. I bet it’s microscopically small and riddled with infections. Covered in warts from all the whores he, no doubt, has shoved it in. I bet the 'virgin' and 'hidden away' clauses haven’t been applied to him. All these men are chauvinist and think they can get away with rape and murder. Well I am going to be the one to change all that. I throw the book on ‘decorum for a lady’ down on the table. I swam a hundred lengths this morning with the promise of books, and I get etiquette ones. Bastard, and a few other choice words, that a lady isn’t supposed to know, start to spill from my mouth, but I’m interrupted by a knock on the door. I don’t bother to tell whoever it is to go away. They’d probably just remove the door and leave me exposed to everyone if I did that.

“Come in.”

One of the guards assigned to me comes in.

“Earl Lullington requests your company in the sitting room.”

“Tell him I’m busy studying his etiquette books,” I reply without even looking up.

“Maybe I should rephrase my instruction. Earl Lullington wants you in the sitting room. If you refuse, I have orders to drag you there” ?he licks his lips when I scowl at him? “by the hair, if needed.”

“Well, why didn’t you say so?” I reply sarcastically. Getting to my feet, I slip on a pair of ballet pumps. “We must go immediately. I wouldn’t want to keep the Earl waiting for a moment. He’s just such the gentlemen and his manners...” I roll my eyes.

“I hope he doesn’t choose you,” the guard replies, and I stop in my tracks.

“What? Scared I might actually be the one bossing you around when I become his wife?”

“No, not at all. I’ve heard we get time with the leftovers, if you know what I mean.” He pushes me against the wall. “I want to hear you screaming in agony while I’m coming inside you,”

I push him away.

“Try it, and I’ll have your balls as a necklace,” I snarl.

He just laughs and pushes me into the sitting room.

“Jerk,” I call back after him.

“Great, I have the rebel, Victoria, and here I was thinking that you might have learned something from the books I gave you.”

Nicholas is sitting in the corner of the room, rubbing his forehead. He looks tired and in his hand is a glass of brandy. He lifts it to his lips and takes a long drink.

“Doesn’t that burn your mouth?” I ask.

“No.”

“Oh yeah. I forgot you’re the devil so it probably seems cold to you.”

“Can we cut the crap? You’re the third woman I’ve spent time with today. Amelia gave me one-word answers to my questions, and Elizabeth spent most of it trying to suck my dick. Just be your natural self and not the argumentative bitch you portray. This is happening whether any of us like it or not, so let’s make the best of it.” He motions to the chair opposite him. “Please sit.”

“You’re not going to rape me?”

He laughs.

“That’s what you thought would happen here?”

“Well, every time I’ve seen you so far, I’ve been manhandled and naked. It doesn’t set a very high expectation.” I raise an eyebrow at him while taking a seat. He slides me a glass of brandy across the table. I catch it, pick it up, and sniff it.

“It hasn’t got drugs in it.”

I take a little sip and am satisfied that I’m not being plied with Rohypnol.

“You’ll have to forgive me for being skeptical.”

“I’m not the monster you think I am.”

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