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Tears streamed down her face while she made her way slowly towards her master's chamber, as one of the servants led the way. She stiffened, her legs refusing to move again when the servant came to a halt in front of a large door and beckoned her to step forward. Evangeline shook her head like a child refusing to obey her parents. The servant looked at her with pity before turning and walking away. Evangeline stood in her spot for well over ten minutes before she moved towards the door. Slowly, with a trembling hand, she let her knuckles connect to the mahogany door, three times. She unconsciously took two steps backwards when she heard footsteps, then the door swung open to reveal the duke.

He was no longer wearing his suit. Just the white shirt with the buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up. His hair was now messy and damp, his eyes looked a little reddish as if he had been under water for a while. He wore brown kaki shorts in place of the black suit trousers and he was barefooted. Evangeline felt her breath hitch as her heart raced. Her stomach was suddenly filled with butterflies and she felt her insides turn to mush when he grinned devilishly at her. The sudden thought of him being the most handsome man she had ever seen made her shiver. The vile man was old enough to be her father.

She was beautiful, he thought to himself. More beautiful than he had given her credit for. Lancelot had always been attracted to women with golden hair and blue eyes. Evangeline was different. She had brown hair and green eyes, yet he found her to be the most attractive woman he had ever met. The sight of her did things to him no woman had. He could not phantom his obsession for the girl he intended to punish.

Last night, after 'discipling' her, he had gotten dressed and left for the brothel. There, he was served golden haired female after another, but none could satisfy him. His anger had soared by the time morning came and he made his way home with one intent in mind, that Evangeline would reveal her brother and his bethroth's whereabouts so that he could fetch Ingrid.

Pushing the door to Evangeline's chamber open, he had come to a stand still. Feeling an inner peace swell within him, the thought of finding Ingrid, gone. Lancelot had watched Evangeline sleep, imagining himself next to her, with her in his arms.

Now, his eyes roamed over her body, the low cut neck of the dress and the way it clung to her curves hid little from his questing eyes. His loins tightened when he saw the swell of her breast, her tiny waist that flared into wide shapely hips and her long slender legs which where bare to his eyes.

"You clean up well. You could almost pass for a lady". He taunted. "Almost"

Evangeline frowned. She opened her mouth to say something but bit down on her tongue when he raised a fine brow at her. She did not want a repeat of last night. Lancelot smiled in triumph. He shut his eyes briefly and opened them again when she bit her lower lip, the simple and innocent act sent his body waves of pleasure.

"Come in". He encouraged her.

Taking a step, Evangeline walked into the room. As soon as she entered, Lancelot shut the door and turned the lock. Evangeline's heart raced as he neared her, and came to stand directly behind her. His erection poked her back as he rubbed it against her. He leaned in, pressing his lips to her neck and began nippling on it. Evangeline took a step forward to get away from him but he secured an arm around her waist and held her in place, all the while, he continued to nip at her neck.

"Please". Evangeline's voice was unrecognisable.

She felt her knees grow weak and her eyes roll behind her head as pleasure she had never experienced before raced through her. His hands moved to caress her breasts, slipping into her low-cut neck dress easily; a dress he had intentionally chosen for her; he cupped her bare breasts in both hands, caressing it as he allowed himself to smell her hair. It smelt like almond and milk, the combination was satisfactory to him.

The feeling which Evangeline was experiencing were new to her. Heat poled between her legs and she wanted him to touch her there!. The thought scared her. The luck of control she had over her body, frightened her. She began to sob as both her mind and body were at war. Her body was screaming for more of this pleasure while her mind was screaming for her to stop it.

"Soo soft". Lancelot moaned as he caressed her body.

"Please stop". She found the strength to cry out.

Lancelot ignored her, turning her around, he lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bed, placing her gently on it then he moved his lips to meet hers. The spark between them , due to the connection of their lips erupted only for a second.

"No!". Evangeline screamed, pushing his face away with her hand.

She scrambled away from him only to have him grab her by the feet and pull her back to him. She looked at him, his eyes darkened with lust.

"I do not appreciate being denied pleasure Evangeline. As much as this little game of yourself seems pleasurable, I have no intention of playing it". He hissed at her.

"I do not want this. Please. I do not want this!". She shook her head at him.

"Yes you do". Lancelot smirked. His right hand went underneath her dress, parting her legs so he could touch her core through the undergarment she wore. His smirk widened when her face curved into a horrific expression. "You are glistening". He observed,when he felt her wetness. "You want this more than you think".

"No!. Please. Let me go. Please-". Evangeline tried to fight him.

"I will not hesitate to strike you if that will keep you still!". Lancelot growled out his displeasure.

"Do not do this to me please!". Hot tears fell from her eyes. "Do not ruin me in this way please".

"You brought this upon yourself the moment you helped your insipid of a brother elope with my betrothed. I shall take my revenge. I intend to satisfy myself in every possible way". His words were dark and dangerous it scared Evangeline that she remained still. Lancelot grabbed the hem of her dress and ripped it, exposing her nakedness to his lustful eyes.

Evangeline cried out as one hand parted her legs and ripped her under garment too. He began to take his shirt off off, throwing it on the floor before he began to unbuckle his shorts. Evangeline's hands flew against his body, pushing against his hard chest in an effort to stop him. Lancelot caught both hands, pinning them above her head as he pulled down his shorts with the other hand. Evangeline screamed out of fright and the sight suddenly before her. There was no way she was going to survive this. She thought to herself as she stared at his manhood in fear.

"Please. I'm not ready for this". She pleaded.

"I know it's your first time, quit fighting me and I promise I will try to be gentle".

"No. I do not want my first to be with you!". She screamed, kicking him in his groin region with all her strength. Lancelot's face twisted in a scowl. He slapped her, grunting out his pain.

Evangeline took advantage of the distraction and pushed him off her, quickly getting off the bed, and made a dash for the door, clinging to her torn dress. Her first instinct was to run out of the house to find a hiding place but she was naked with no where to go. She thought of hiding in the chamber she had slept in and locking the door but it was far fetched for he followed behind her, grabbing her arm and yanking her back towards him. His eyes were dangerously black as they stared into her frightened ones. The dark grin that curved at the corner of his lips had Evangeline wishing the world would end.

"Your grace". She swallowed. "I beg of you-".

"I'm going to fuck you till you bleed Evangeline". He cut her off.

Her eyes widened in shock as she began kicking and screaming while he dragged her back into his chamber and threw her on the bed. He did not bother to close or lock the door as he proceeded to fully take off his shorts and get on the bed. He pinned her hands to her sides and parted her legs with his knees. All this while Evangeline was screaming and crying all the while struggling to break free.

Her body went rigid with the force Lancelot used to thrust into her, breaking through her maiden head. He stayed still, raising himself gingerly to look at her. A single tear fell from her left eye and he could see the pain and fear in them. She was not even breathing.

Letting go of her hands, he pushed one under her waist for support and one behind her neck forcing her to look at him as he penetrated deeper into her and captured her lips in his. She did not fight him anymore, she just lay there. Still and calm as he rammed into her, groaning and grunting out his pleasure until he finally released his seeds into her.

He lay next to her, breathless, a part of him satisfied and the other wanting more from her and only her. He turned to face her. Tears fell from her eyes. His hand moved to her face to wipe her tears but she flinched, thinking he was going to hit her. Sighing, he got out of bed and got dressed.

"Sleep". Was his simple command when she tried to rise from the bed. "I have work to finish in my office. I shall have your lunch brought to you. Do not leave this chamber. I want to return and see you here". He told her and walked out of the room. Closing the door behind him.

Only then did Evangeline allow herself to breath. She laid on her back on the bed and pulled the bedcovers over her naked body. She began to cry for the loss of her virginity, he had ruined her and dashed all hopes of her getting married.

Lancelot heard her soft sobs and groaned in vexation. Guilt suddenly eating him up. He made his way to his office and settled in his chair, running a hand over his face. He felt light and quite satisfied yet he wanted more. She had given him pleasure which no woman had ever given him pleasure which only his late wife had given him. Her body was like a sensual parade of pleasure. It made his bones tremble from the beginning till the end. All the females he had been with had been fueled by his rage but Evangeline was pure pleasure.

He felt himself harden again and he groaned. Just thinking about the kind of pleasure she brought him made him want to race into the chamber and take her over and over again but he had work to do. He needed to finish up with some paper work which was very important investment.

Picking up the document from the drawer, he flipped through it and froze.

He had spilled his seeds into Evangeline!.

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