2 comments/ 8001 views/ 4 favorites A New Temptation By: Writingfanatic This is my revision of the original "The Chase", which I have asked to be removed. Please comment and vote! All feedback is greatly appreciated. WF ***** Elaine Lancelot rushed downstairs to meet her long awaited brother. He had gone India on a business trip for half a year and his returning home near midnight did not deter Elaine in her conviction to see him. However, upon seeing her brother, she did tame her excitement —for his sake of course. "William!" she formally greeted when she saw her brother hand his coat to their old valet, Pip. "Elaine!" he exclaimed, "I thought you would be asleep by this time." "Have you no faith in me?" she asked, wounded. "Do you believe that I would retire any earlier even if you were home?" William grinned. "How has the household been?" Elaine caught old Pip's head jerk up. "Perhaps," she started slowly, "Pip would be most apt to answer your question. He didn't express any hesitation when inquiring on your return whenever I received your letters." "As your caretaker for over three decades," Pip said, "I am entitled to know of your whereabouts." "Goodness," Will exclaimed at Pip's cheekiness, "I have missed you." "Come William," Pip said placing an arm around his adopted son, "Let us retire to the study." Elaine watched as the two departed. Pip had been the father that she and Will never had. Since her mother had died from smallpox when Elaine was two years old, her father had dedicated all his time to his duties at Parliament. Pip had always been there for her. He'd even helped her with her hair— not that Elaine would ever let anyone else know. Elaine walked up the red carpeted stairs, her steps light as to not wake the servants. As she opened the door, Elaine wondered about the next season. It was only a fortnight away. Would she and Will attend the festivities because of his absence or would they keep to their usual regimen and not participate? Elaine blew out the candle next to her bed and settled for sleep. That question was for another day. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Alexander Dorne woke next to a warm body in his companion's London residence. "My lord," she sighed contentedly, "When shall I see you next?" Though the question was innocent enough, Alex became irritated. He did not like paramours asking him questions. They were there for the sole purpose of pleasing him. "Sweeting," he said in feigned amiability, "Not knowing my next visit makes the coupling all the more exciting." The lady delivered a breathtaking smile. She understood. Alex was not to be prodded. He sat up from the bed. The white sheets tumbled down into his lap and his long limbs carried him to the bath. There, he washed his face and the remnants of his pleasure from the previous night. By god, he thought, how could his father do this to him? He was not even thirty years and his father threatened to pass the dukedom to his younger brother, who, admittedly, was more responsible than he ought to be. James, his ever dutiful younger brother, was the epitome of a duke's heir. Alas, he was born three years after Alex. If Alex married by the end of this season, his father would withdraw his threat. As of now, Alex had no idea if his father had truly redrawn the will or if this was a passing phase. Yet, his father was not to be deprived of seeing his grandson before his deathbed. He had already suffered the death of his beloved wife and swore that he would see his heir's future heir. Sighing, Alex returned to the bedroom. Lady Bolton had already donned a lavender dress that complemented her blonde tresses. "Will you be attending the theatre tonight?" she asked. "I will. Will your husband be with you?" "Yes," Lady Bolton replied, "Unfortunately, he has caught win of my indiscretions and has promptly returned from the country." It was about time, Alex thought. Lady Bolton wasn't known for being a lady. "Very well, I shall see that I avoid you." "We have been seated in the fifth box from the left." "And I two boxes from the center. We will not see each other tonight." With that, Alex dressed himself, quickly pulling up his trousers and dress shirt. He didn't bother with all the other formalities, like his bothersome cravat. He didn't understand how other men tolerated them. In his eyes, the cravat was a woman's corset. He cringed. That was an unjust comparison. The cravat was much worse. After saying goodbye to Lady Bolton, Alex headed outside, where his carriage awaited him. "Your grace," the footman greeted as he opened the carriage down, "are we returning to your residence?" "Yes. However, afterwards, we will go to Limber's Antique shop. There is a certain map I require," Alex replied. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Elaine awoke from her deep slumber. Last night she dreamed of sailing to India. She imagined the salty wind stimulating her senses as she sailed the seas. The musky scent of spices that would fill her nose once she reached India. The adventure. A longing to seek her adventure poked at her heart. She was a female and therefore confined to societal norms. She couldn't do anything out of the ordinary that would taint her reputation. With eight rejections of marriage proposals behind her, many other bachelors now viewed her as winning a prize. Whoever won her hand, won all bets. And her generous dowry. A couple hours later, Elaine walked downstairs. Aurelia, her maid, should be back from her morning chores by now, and Elaine wanted to go to an antique shop. She heard there was a new map commissioned by the Queen. There were only eight copies available, and Elaine wanted one. "Lady Elaine," Aurelia greeted. "I apologize for my tardiness. There was morning traffic. The Marquess of Wells encountered some trouble on the road —one of the wheels from his carriage broke, though the man handled it quite patiently. A very handsome man, might I add my lady." Elaine laughed. "You'll never stop trying to ensnare me in marriage! Besides, the Duke of York's son is not someone I'm interested in. I'd rather not marry one so above me in rank. After all, I don't enjoy those so called fashionable events." "Yes ma'am," Aurelia dutifully replied. They left in Elaine's carriage, which bore her family crest —the family crest of the Earl of Sussex. Elaine glanced out the window. Despite the beautiful streets and houses, she knew what lay behind that facade. Hunger, poverty, and desperation. She and her brother had lived that reality when they were assaulted by their father's irresponsibility upon his death. The family was neck deep in debts. William had ventured into trade as a way to repay the loans. His hard work had paid off. The reward was a hundredfold, and they weren't required to forfeit their family home or Elaine's dowry. However, they had to release all the servants from their care —everyone except Pip, who stated that they would have to pay him to leave. "My lady, we are here," Elaine heard Aurelia say. A footman opened the carriage door, and Elaine stepped out onto the cobblestone. Fortunately, the street wasn't busy. Elaine quickly glanced towards the antique store and relief flooded her. There was no line. She strode purposefully towards the shop. Upon entering, Limber, the shopkeeper, greeted her. His current guest stilled. He was not pleased with Limber's display of propriety, or the lack thereof. "Wait outside," Elaine whispered to Aurelia before venturing deeper into the store. Aurelia nodded and left her lady. "Returning to the topic of this conversation," Limber's guest continued, "I would pay double what your current patron has offers." "Your grace," Limber replied, "The problem isn't with your payment. It's my patron —she is never outbid whenever something has caught her attention." "I very much doubt this lady patron of yours could match a marquess's, or future duke's finances," the guest replied. "I must say," Elaine interrupted, "that I disagree. I can match a king's finances." Alex turned around. He recognized the dark haired beauty that everyone constantly spoke of. She had slighted eight men and no other had dared to approach her. Lady Elaine, younger sister of the Earl of Sussex, lived up to the rumors. She was a beauty indeed— a beauty with an interest in the world, evidently. "Lady Elaine," Alex duly greeted, "I meant no offense." "Your grace," Elaine returned, "None was taken. I frequent Limber's Antique Shop every week and requested that if anything of interest come his way, he reserve it for me." "I see," Alex replied, not relenting at all. The new map would be his. Limber had the last one, as all the other shops had sold theirs. "Perhaps a negotiation is in call?" Elaine stared blankly at the man in front of her. "I don't negotiate." "Beg my pardon," Alex managed to say after a momentary pause. "I believe I just heard—" "Is it habitual for lords of your rank to make ladies repeat themselves?" Lady Elaine was furious. Alex could see her cheeks redden and her stance stiffen. "May I ask why you require this new map?" Alex prompted, motioning towards the elaborately drawn map. He saw her eyebrows furrow. Apparently, no one had ever asked her about her scholarly pursuits. Elaine was not to be deterred. She knew what Alex —Lord Alex— would argue that her scholarly pursuits paled in comparison to the real work he did. Men, she sighed. "My interests in this map are irrelevant," Elaine replied evenly, "My brother could have sent me here to obtain the map." Immediately, Elaine reddened at the improbability of the statement. It was already clear to both of them that she was a scholar. She was interested in maps, history, and others of the like. "You wound me with your deception," Alex replied noticing that Lady Elaine shared his sentiment. She had guessed that he would say her interests meant nothing in the world of men and therefore used her brother. God, he felt horrible forcing her hand like that. "Very well," Alex replied, "You may have the map." Elaine strode past Alex and spoke in hushed whispers to Limber. She thanked him for his loyalty and concern. She would be back the week after to look at his collection of handcrafted arts. Before leaving the store, Elaine turned back to Alex. "I never needed your permission to have the map. It was to be mine regardless of your interest." With that, Lady Elaine walked out, leaving Alex, future heir to the dukedom of York, gaping. A New Temptation Ch. 02 Here's my second installment of ANT. This segment will observe the progression of Elaine and Alex's relationship. You also learn more about Elaine. No promises on the next chapter; however, I'm find it more difficult to leave these two characters. Please comment and vote! All advice is deeply appreciated. WF ***** A fortnight had passed since Alex lost the map to Lady Elaine. For the two weeks, she had plagued his thoughts. He wondered about her scholarly pursuits. Besides acquiring maps, what else did she like to do? A few days ago, Sir Jennings, England's premier historian, released another book detailing the fall of the Roman Empire. Alex, an avid reader of Sir Jennings, immediately purchased the newest edition. He wondered if Elaine read Sir Jennings. Strangely, he hoped he wouldn't be disappointed. As more questions continued to form, Alex's interest in Elaine grew. He knew there was no sound reason for such interest; yet, he couldn't contain the anticipation he held for seeing Lady Elaine at the Duchess of Lexington's ball. After all, as the first event of the season, Lady Elaine would have to attend. Standing from his desk, Alex looked at the papers strewn across the study. Most of them were checks to his father. Unfortunately, despite his father's threat to pass the title to James, the Duke of York charged Alex with all ducal duties: this including managing the family estates, ensuring food quotas were met, sending additional money to extended family members, and even helping his father pay his bills. The latter Alex didn't understand— his father was just being indolent. A knock interrupted Alex's musings. "Your grace," George, his steward, greeted as he entered the room. Unlike most stewards, George traveled with Alex wherever he went. George also acted as valet and butler on several occasions. Alex thought George was versatile. George thought Alex was stingy. "Hello George," Alex greeted. "Cook has prepared the breakfast you requested." "Very good," Alex replied walking towards the door, "I need you to organize all these papers. Place my father's on the red desk. I need to send him his bills." "That will be done," George replied, "Is there anything else?" "Have you prepared everything for tonight's ball at the Duchess of Lexington's?" "Everything has been prepared your grace, especially your cravat." Alex scowled. "Excellent," he replied dryly before exiting the room. George reminded Alex of his younger brother, James. Though the two were both exceedingly responsible, they also shared a satirical humor. "So, the heir finally emerges from his slumber," a familiar, cheerful, voice called out. Alex turned toward the voice and saw a tall man with dark brown hair and golden eyes emerge from the sitting room. Realization dawned. "George got me again," Alex muttered. Because George and James were so similar, they got along very well. Unfortunately for Alex, that also meant whenever James wanted to trick Alex, George had no hesitation in joining him. "You can't continue to do this," Alex said, ruffling his hair, "It wouldn't kill you to tell me when you're arriving." "That would kill all the fun," James replied joyfully, "Although, on second thought, society does decree I let my ducal presence be known." "Indeed," Alex replied. "So, what is your business?" He walked towards the dining area and saw his breakfast laid out. "Well," James started, taking the seat next to his brother, "It appears that the ton has heard of your predicament." Alex stared at his brother, and foul words left his mouth. "Dammit," Alex continued, "How am I to do this?" James stared at his brother. "You are one of the most eligible bachelors in all of England. There are only three unmarried dukes right now: one is four years old and the other is ancient. Then," James stressed, dipping his head, "There is you." "Exactly why this is so damned difficult. I can't tolerate a simple mind. I need a wife, not a brainless chit! I'm going to have to live with her the rest of my life. And more importantly," Alex continued looking gravely serious, "I'm going to have to suffer her mother." James whooped in laughter. "The only lady, to my knowledge, without a conniving mother and money hungry father, is Lady Elaine Lancelot of the Earldom of Sussex." That immediately caught Alex's attention. Perhaps the spirited beauty would be a good match. "It is my understanding, however," James elaborated, "That the lady doesn't like social festivities. From the last season, she's only made three appearances." "Do you think she will be there tonight?" Alex asked with piqued interest. "It is the first ball of the season," James admitted, "But with Lady Elaine, who has rejected eight proposals, one may never know." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Elaine entered the Duchess of Lexington's manor with her brother. "Lord Lancelot," the Duchess greeted upon seeing the duo, "I am delighted that you could attend tonight. I was not informed of your return from India." "It is my pleasure your grace," William replied bowing. Elaine duly followed with a curtsy. "Henry," the duchess said looking down at the young boy at her feet, "This is Lord Lancelot and Lady Elaine. This is my eldest son. He is now four years." "Congratulations," Elaine replied. From the joy on the duchess's face, Elaine knew that she was relieved. Before her son's birth, the duchess had been trying to produce an heir for six years. Now, to have a son— well, she had fulfilled her duty. "Please enjoy yourselves," the duchess ended, "Henry must greet his grandfather now." As the duchess departed, Elaine looked toward her brother. She noticed him staring at Lady Victoria, daughter the late Viscount Enders. "I assume you have kept in correspondence with her while you were in India?" William delivered a short nod. "She is waiting for you to ask her for a dance." "She is?" Will asked, shocked. "Right, right. Please excuse me." Elaine watched as her elder brother marched towards Lady Victoria. Despite his natural charm and wit, when it came to women, Will displayed nothing of that. Or perhaps, he might just that way with Lady Victoria. "Lady Elaine," a deep voice greeted. Confused, Elaine turned around, only to be greeted with a hard, male chest. She looked up into a pair of smoldering green eyes. Alex had noticed her the second she entered the ballroom— she wasn't easy to ignore. Viscount Oxford had made her arrival quite clear when he trailed off in mid conversation with Alex to gape at Lady Elaine. Upon seeing her, Alex realized she was even more beautiful than he remembered. Covered by light blue gown, decorated with golden strands of lamé, Elaine's creamy complexion proved to be more than a light tease. It became a temptation. "Your grace," Elaine greeted cordially, refusing to let any hesitation belie her current confusion. She and Lord Alex had only met twice, and if the last encounter was any indication to their compatibility as future acquaintances, Elaine would stand for none of it. "It would be my honor to dance with you," Alex replied bowing deeply. He had noticed her perturbed countenance. Her crystal blue eyes had flickered with confusion, or enmity —Alex wasn't sure. Before Elaine could reply, the music had started. "Excellent," Alex remarked as he firmly drew Elaine into his arms. The pair danced together in a few moments of awkward silence. One wanted to interrogate the other about her scholarly pursuits, while the other wished for nothing except the ending notes of the dance. "I have recently acquired Sir Jennings' most recent release on the fall of Rome." Alex began. Despite his rehearsed questions, all he could mutter in front of Elaine was that he bought a book. Wonderful. Very charming. "Congratulations," Elaine replied without a flicker of jealousy, "Sir Jennings is one of England's most prominent historians. I do admire his collection on the history of Rome. However, it is unfortunate that he only writes in Latin, otherwise the other half of England's peerage would have the benefit of reading his work." "Indeed," Alex heard himself agreeing. "In fact, I think Sir Jennings writes in Latin for the sheer pleasure of satirizing. After all, if half of England's most prominent lords cannot read a history book, England must be destined to repeat history's mistakes." He grinned. Elaine guffawed. Oh dear, had she truly just laughed aloud? Quickly skimming the lines of dancers, she was relieved to find out that no one had noticed, or at least if they did, they didn't show it. "Yes," Elaine replied once composed, "Sir Jennings is a character. I find that I appreciate his application of geopolitics in his arguments, as geopolitics becomes increasingly more important." "I could not agree more," Alex agreed, again. "In fact, just last week, three lords proposed a new economic plan for several of England's closest commonwealths." "Truly?" Elaine asked with genuine interest. She sighed. "It is unfortunate that my brother has been away for the past six months. He is my usual source on Parliamentary proceedings." Alex couldn't help but feel admiration for the woman in his arms. Though her lithe body aligned perfectly with his, he was more curious about what she thought— how she thought. Obviously as a woman of the world, she understood politics. They could have an actual conversation. Elaine looked up at Alex. His expression was unreadable. She noticed that his eyes were a dangerously seductive green; yet forced herself to look away. When he had replied to her remark about Sir Jennings, something within her stirred. She wished not to admit it, but it seemed that she had a new temptation, Lord Alexander Dorne. "The dance has finished," Elaine heard Alex murmur. Horrified, she quickly dropped her arms. She had been clinging to the gentleman like a child reluctant to leave his mother. "Would you accompany me to retrieve a drink?" Alex asked as if nothing had just happened. Elaine looked at him, thankful for the smooth transition. Already, she felt the petrifying gazes of the ton. "It would be my pleasure," she replied with all the grace she could muster. Still in a stupor of embarrassment, Elaine blindly followed Alex. She wound up in a dark corridor. "Your grace," Elaine started. "No," he interrupted, "Just call me Alex." Elaine stared blankly at him, and suddenly she smiled. Alex forgot to breathe. One side of her mouth had turned upward, giving a heavy, seductive impression. "Then, you must call me Elaine." Alex returned the same tantalizing smile; yet that quickly faded as more sensual thoughts entered his mind. He couldn't resist her anymore. After knowing that she had such a keen mind, Alex found Elaine all the more desirable. Taking a step towards her, Alex descended. He nibbled at the outside corners of her mouth, teasing her to open for him. "Open for me," he whispered, as he continued to place soft kisses. Elaine, who was too shocked to process what was happening, only registered the male body pressing her against the cool marble wall. Unable to move, she simply stood in his embrace, neither accepting nor returning his kisses. Alex suddenly breathed into her ear. "You are beautiful," he murmured, sending shivers down her spine. She had never allowed a man such liberties before. Alex continued to tease her, sucking lightly on her ears before moving to her neck. Elaine gasped at the contact. He was drawing circular patterns on her neck with his tongue. At her sound, Alex lifted his head. His green eyes had darkened, and he looked at Elaine like— Elaine moaned. Appalled by her own behavior, Elaine struggled to free herself, but Alex held her firmly. "Do you feel me?" Alex asked in a husky whisper, pressing himself against Elaine, "Do you feel how much I want you?" Elaine looked at him and suddenly reached up to kiss him. At their sweet contact, Elaine heard Alex sigh contentedly. He reached down and grasped her derriere. Shyly, Elaine sucked on Alex's bottom lip. He emitted a deep groan and pressed her closer to him. Suddenly, she felt his tongue enter he mouth. Masterfully, Alex bated her until she whimpered in desperation. "Elaine?" someone called out. It was Will. Frantically, she separated her body from Alex, making haste to smooth out any wrinkles on her gown. "I have compromised you," he stated simply. He was still recovering from their passionate embrace. Elaine looked up. She knew that if they were discovered, Alex was honor bound to marry her. However, she had no interest in fulfilling the role of his duchess. She needed to say something that would keep him away from her, forever. "That is my brother. I hear you are in wanting of a wife." Alex stared at Elaine. She had known, and she had allowed him to kiss her. She had orchestrated this entire event. When he requested that she call him Alex, she smiled because she had won. At first, anger first threatened to explode. After that, a painful blow of naiveté plowed through his mind. The woman had played him like a child. She was an eligible maiden who had turned down several suitors. He had been her prize all along— that was why she appeared at Limber's. By god, how could he have been so foolish? Elaine watched Alex's stoic face. Yet, she knew what lay underneath that mask. Though it was not the same heart wrenching betrayal she endured at sixteen, she knew it was enough to breach Alex's trust. No longer tempted by her shy kisses and warm body, Alex delivered a strikingly formal goodbye and walked away. He noted never to speak to Lady Elaine again. The chit was far too conniving. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The ball had ended around two in the morning. After Will retired to White's, London's most elite gentleman's club, Elaine returned home. She felt burdened after her interaction with Alex. When she had finally felt more than just interest in a man, he had to be a future duke. She wouldn't survive all his fancy balls and numerous paramours. As she tiptoed up her stairs and entered her candlelit room, Elaine resolved to go out tonight, again. Expertly untying her intricate gown, Elaine pulled out a set of black clothing. Only Aurelia knew Elaine's secret, and she swore to keep it. Donning the black clothing, Elaine snuck out through the hidden back gate. In her left boot, she carried two daggers. A short sword was attached to her right. Tonight, she would be free. Elaine crept in the night. As carriages and hackneys rolled by, Elaine ran towards the most dangerous place in London, Brimmel. In less than a quarter of an hour, she jogged through the six kilometers that separated London's opulence and poverty. She was here for one reason— adventure. Though her spirit yearned to be free, Elaine did have darker reasons for visiting Brimmel. With every ball, Elaine was required to put on a facade. She had to greet everyone politely and endure every gentleman's attention. Elaine's mind reeled back to Alex. She sighed and forcibly pushed him away from her thoughts. She was Elaine. He was a duke. It would never be. Even now, Elaine was haunted by her father's irresponsibility. She would never forget the humiliation she suffered when she called on the servants and informed them of their leave. She had been forced to sell her gowns, the ancestral house's furniture, and even her late mother's art collection. They only kept the family portraits. And yet, in a twisted, perverse way, Elaine kept her sanity, knowing that those in Brimmel suffered more than she had. As Elaine passed the foul streets, she discovered a well lit alley. A small group of sleeping children was under the brightest lamp, which stood at the end of the alley. Once closer, Elaine noticed that one had been charged with guard duty, but from the looks of it, that child too was sleepy. The children's faces were dirt stained and several holes decorated their black tinged clothing. Elaine tucked small bags of fifteen crowns into each of the children's arms. If they spent the money wisely, they could get into an orphanage or buy a fortnight's worth of food. A half hour later, Elaine returned home. The sun was probably scheduled to rise within the next hour. Avoiding the lights, Elaine adeptly climbed through her back gate and entered the house. Elaine climbed upstairs and put on her nightdress. She hoped for another dream of India. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A New Temptation Ch. 03 Here's Ch. 3! Thanks everyone for your votes and comments! As a writer, I like to know that you guys derive some enjoyment from my work. Please keep voting and commenting! Ch. 4 may take longer than these past three, I'm anticipating two weeks, and if I haven't finished by then, a month. Again, thanks for reading! WF ________________________ Alex immediately returned home after his encounter with Elaine. Infuriated, embarrassed, raging, and hot would barely suffice to describe how he felt. Yet, once home, he couldn't have felt even more restless. Therefore, after an hour of drinking brandy alone, he left for White's. Upon entering the exclusive gentleman's club, Alex moved toward an isolated corner. He ordered whiskey. Downing the drink in one gulp, he noticed Elaine's brother on the opposite side of the room, at the center of attention. Great, another reminder of his naiveté this evening. "I'm facing off with a ferocious tiger and out of no where, a wild chit charges towards me!" Alex heard the duke exclaim. "Did you die?" an imbecile asked. The group around him hollered. "Your grace, you do look quite lonely tonight," a seductive voice purred. Alex turned and saw a previously unnoticed dark haired beauty perched on his left arm. "I'm not looking for entertainment tonight," Alex replied evenly. He reached for his cup of whiskey, only to find that he had already finished it. Alex yelled for more. "Your grace seems most frustrated," the female continued, leaning in, pressing the full length of her body against his arm. With her light fingers, she trailed down to his thighs and danced around his groin. "Don't tease me," Alex ground out, already heavily aroused. Her dark brown hair was similar to Elaine's. Alex lifted himself from the table and quickly paid the barmaid, who had come with his drink. "Come," he told the female. Gracefully, the woman lifted herself up and followed the future Duke of York to one of the back rooms. The room, though grand, was not ostentatious. In fact, beneath the golden frames and expensive art work, there sat a layer of sexuality. The room's centerpiece sat at the far right— a red blanketed four post bed so large that it could hold three men and a woman, which was probably its intended purpose. At the back, a fire blazed, casting soft shadows onto the walls. "Take off your clothes," Alex demanded, as he laid back on one of the chairs. The female traced her torso before reaching her shoulder to remove the loose straps that held her clothing. One side slipped down, revealing a delectable breast. She moved to the next until the layer of clothing pooled at her feet. Alex stood up and quickly tore his shirt off. In the firelight, the contours on his godly shaped body highlighted his virility. Every part of him seemed so hard, so perfect, so full of maleness. Alex approached the female and started kissing her neck. He bent down to suckle her breast. When she moaned, Alex distinctively remembered Elaine's whimpers. Unable to contain his lust any longer, Alex forced the woman down and roughly undid the front of his trousers. The woman didn't waste any time. She took his entirety into her mouth, drawing a hoarse groan from Alex. As she continued to suck him, Alex started to move. With each thrust, he could feel the warm cavern tighten, and he started to quicken his pace. He still couldn't ignore the jab of humiliation he felt when he learned of Elaine's perfidy. Unable to rid himself of the feeling, Alex grasped the luscious brown hair and bucked against her, hoping in some foolish way to inflict some sort of pain onto Elaine—the woman who had played him like a fool. Yet, Alex couldn't carry through with that threat, for he wanted her. For some goddamned reason he wanted that chit and even if it killed him, he would make her feel the same burning, mind-wrenching desire. Bucking against the warm cavern, Alex finally spilled his seed. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The sound of an opening door woke Elaine from her dream. Unfortunately, last night Elaine had not dreamt of India, she had dreamt of Alex and his hot, passionate kisses. "It's about time," voice sounded, breaking her chain of thought. Elaine glanced towards the voice and saw a tall woman standing in her doorway. "Victoria!" Elaine greeted, leaping out of her bed. "What are you doing here? Does Will know you're here?" Victoria, who stood at least a head taller than Elaine, grinned. "More or less. I didn't tell him about all our rendezvous, but I did tell him that we were friends." Elaine's eyes widened. "How did he react?" Last night at the ball, Elaine and Victoria hadn't even acknowledged each other. Will wouldn't have known of their friendship at all. "He laughed." "Really?" Elaine asked. "That's strange, I thought he would be at least discomfited." "Oh, he was," Victoria promptly replied, "But then he laughed, figuring, I suppose, that we tricked him." Victoria paused, then continued in a whisper, "Ten o' clock tonight?" Elaine nodded. "I'll see you then. Hurry and come down, your brother and I are waiting for you to join us for breakfast." Victoria gave Elaine a tight hug and closed the door. Elaine inhaled and glanced toward the clock— it was only nine. Had she really slept only five hours and felt this refreshed? Well, she wouldn't argue with that. As Elaine dressed for breakfast, her disquietude concerning tonight's event with Victoria grew a hundredfold. Attending a masquerade for a cyprian's ball wasn't her idea of adventure. Though it was different and it did break the rules that had been engrained in her being, Elaine couldn't say that she liked Victoria's plan. As part of Victoria's campaign to win Will, Victoria wanted to go to the notorious cyprian's ball, which was traditionally held the night after the first day of the season. Yet, once Elaine was downstairs she saw Will conversing animatedly with Victoria. She smiled and knew that Victoria didn't need any kind of plan. She just had to be herself. The trio finished breakfast within the hour, and Will invited Victoria for a ride through Hyde Park. Victoria glanced towards Elaine, who viciously nodded her obvious agreement. After Will and Victoria left, Elaine walked towards the library. She looked at the collection around her and realized that she had bought most of these books. She wanted to keep them so badly! Perhaps her brother she include them in her dowry— Elaine giggled. Men would think her far too brainy if she were offered with literary texts. Besides, she had no heart to marry. Unlike most women, Elaine despised the idea of matrimony— in fact, she looked at it like most of her male contemporaries did. Wedlock schackled two people together, and they would have to suffer each other for the rest of their lives. Of course, she acknowledged that part of her hatred did originate from the fact that her first suitor, who stood a chance of winning her affections, only pursued her for her wealth. Yet, Elaine knew Will and Victoria would suit each other well. Elaine hoped them happiness in their marriage— she just didn't want any of it. Elaine found herself on the left of the library. She skimmed over the rows, recognizing all the tiles. However, in the left corner, Elaine noticed a new selection of books— Will must have brought them from India. She picked the largest one. Surprisingly, the book was translated. She read the French title, "Les Mille et Une Nuits, Contes Arabes Traduits en Français", "Thousand and One nights, Arab stories translated into French." She turned the cover. By the time evening rolled around, Elaine was not yet halfway finished. Fascinating stories of genies, witty women, foolish men, and so much more filled her head. However, her bottom's soreness could no longer be neglected. Standing up, Elaine stretched. The house lights had been turned on, and outside, Elaine could hear the sounds of horses trotting. Elaine checked the clock— it was a quarter past nine. She would have to hurry! Elaine stuffed the book back onto the bookshelf and rushed to her room. She opened her wardrobe and reached down to the bottom drawer. Taking out the gown, she glanced at it, knowing that is was positively scandalous. The royal blue silk was as thin as her chemise; yet, to follow through with her disguise, Elaine knew she had to wear it. Removing her morning gown, Elaine pulled the luxurious silk over her head. She kept her chemise on just for good measure. Elaine hurried over to her mirror. Parting half of her brown curls, Elaine pinned up the left side, circling, twisting, and pulling masterfully. She pinned the right side curls to the bottom of her left. Elaine adjusted the fastenings on the gown, making sure all the bows were tied. The gown generously displayed her broad shoulders. Although most women preferred soft shoulders, Elaine rather liked her shape. They made her look taller— and stronger. Still looker at her reflection, Elaine glanced at her bosom and admitted that she showed more décolletage than usual. How could she have agreed with Victoria's plan? Well, Victoria's natural charm and quirky personality proved irresistible, even to females. Elaine walked over to the nightstand and opened the drawer. Pulling out a silver and diamond mask, Elaine fastened the mask to her head. She made sure both ribbons were tied securely before making for her coat. Catching a glance in the mirror, Elaine barely recognized herself. Her mask reached down to her cheekbones, hoping to conceal as much as her facial identity as possible. Elaine checked the clock, it was ten minutes till ten. Victoria was waiting outside. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Alex arrived at the Cyprian's Ball unmasked, as most gentlemen— unless you were a gentlemen selling your services. He glanced around and noticed the usual. Everyone was dressed according to a theme. He saw shepherdesses, slaves, goddesses, and debutantes— though the latter ceased to fascinate him. Debutantes were dangerous, as he was so clearly reminded when he kissed Elaine. Alex continued to weave through the crowd, looking for someone the complete opposite of the female in question. He wanted them blonde. He wanted them short. He wanted them experienced. Alex couldn't handle another display of innocence— the way Elaine had tempted him with her shy kisses— she had touched and shaken his entire being. Alex's thoughts drifted off to the previous night when he had fantasized about Elaine sucking him off, and a wave of lust rippled through his body. God, he really needed a chit. He couldn't continue like this As he moved through the crowd, Alex heard the music. Great, his favorite part. Dancing with paramours instead of fucking them. Alex quickly moved away from the ballroom. Upstairs, there would be plenty of space for him to wander, spaces that were specifically designed for assignations actually. Alex climbed the stairs and knew he was outside when he noticed the several curtains billowing in the night wind. As the moonlight hit the white sheets, he couldn't help but feel predatory, as if he were hunting prey in the middle of the night, which really, he was. Alex just didn't like to phrase it as such. He walked towards the edge of the terrace and leaned out against the balustrade, looking down at London. He would never tire of this. Suddenly, he heard two female voices. "We aren't late," one voice said. Yet, she was, Alex thought humorously. Cyprians never made their patrons wait, and therefore, always arrived at least a quarter of an hour earlier than scheduled. It was their way of doing business. He glanced down and saw two figures moving towards the entrance. Strange that they hadn't been dropped off by a carriage at the front. And even stranger, they arrived together. Cyprians weren't known for their female compatibility. Alex returned downstairs. Thankfully, he wasn't bombarded by hearty music and dancing paramours. Well, there were still some dancing; however, the ball had moved to the next phase now. He could see more patrons conversing with their future mistresses. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Apparently they had been late. No one else had arrived after them, Elaine noted. "I told you!" Elaine scowled in a hushed whisper. "Oh, it's fine," Victoria replied ever so casually, "My, look at that one over there. She is so..." "Brazen?" Elaine inquired. "Tempting," Victoria replied. The paramour had been pressing herself against one of the male patrons, whispering, probably, scandalous desires into his ear. Confusion and desperation clawed at Elaine. She felt so lost amidst all these women, who, not temptingly, but brazenly, displayed their best attributes. Elaine was so used to covering herself, to hiding in the shadows— to running in the night. Victoria turned to her companion. "Why don't you go upstairs for a respite. I think this is too much for you." Elaine flashed her best friend an annoyed look but made haste to leave. Walking towards the sidelines, Elaine moved easily through the crowd. There, a pair of stairs! Without looking back, Elaine rushed forward and disappeared. Relieved to have escaped the mob, Elaine confronted the scene in front of her. There were three hallways, and she had no idea where to go. Arbitrarily, Elaine took the left. Suddenly she was outside. A few steps further and a beautiful white marble balustrade that illuminated in the moonlight came into view. Elaine looked across the night skyline and saw shadows of buildings, glimpses of carriages, and windows of light. From there, Elaine could also see Brimmel, her secret, and in some ways, her home. A cool breeze jostled Elaine from her daze, and she turned. Now she understood the fascination with cyprian balls. Just down the terrace were glorious white curtains. They flew in the wind, beckoning Elaine to approach. As she neared, she saw that behind the white curtains, there lay a pair of heavier ones. Yet, the curtains also framed compartments— rooms almost. Elaine inhaled sharply. These curtains weren't just here for decoration! These spots were for assignations! For paramours to display their talents! Blushing a fierce red, Elaine hastily turned away with every intention of returning to Victoria. However, the sound of footsteps prevented her from doing that. Elaine rushed behind the closest pair of curtains. Thank goodness her costume wasn't like her ball gowns. She would never be able to hide with all those layers. Elaine listened closely and heard hushed voices. Someone moaned. "Oh, you're so good at that," the voice murmured. No one replied. The pair moved into the room next to Elaine's hiding spot. Soon after, Elaine heard the rustle of clothing being removed. The woman's breaths increased as the man continued his ministrations. A wet sound ignited the air around Elaine. Appalled, Elaine clamped her mouth shut. "Darling," the male voice drawled, "Why don't we return to your residence?" Elaine gasped. That voice. Everything was silent. A quick shuffling of clothes and hurried footsteps told Elaine that the couple had left. However, like always, Elaine waited for a few moments before revealing herself. Once sure that no one else was there, she walked out from behind the heavy curtains and welcomed herself to the cold air. Hiding behind the curtains was difficult work. They were plush, velvety, and hot. Her hands reached towards the cold marble. "I wouldn't be so sure if I were you," a male voice responded. Elaine bit down on her lower lip to keep from yelping. Sharp pain shot registered, and she tasted blood. Alex had been in the middle of sucking a beautiful breast when he heard the gasp. Annoyed, he excused his companion, determined to find the intruder. He knew that certain females enjoyed listening to others— he would not be privy to their fetishes. When he saw the intruder, however, he was pleasantly surprised. She was one of the females he had seen while atop the terrace. Elaine dared not to turn around, paralyzed with fear that Alex would recognize her. She reminded herself to breathe and deduced that even if Alex discovered her, he wouldn't be able to do anything. Even if he told her brother, Will would suspect Alex of dishonorable intentions— after all, it wasn't every day that a duke found a young, eligible woman at a cyprian's ball. As the female turned around, Alex noticed that her lip was bleeding. Slightly perturbed, he took a step forward and took out his handkerchief. Stretching the cloth over her lips, Alex applied pressure at the ends, so as to not touch the wound directly. He noticed that her mask covered most of her face, unlike most of the other masks. This girl was full of anomalies. As his gaze drifted upwards, he noticed that her mask was made of real diamonds and silver beads. Shocked, Alex met her eyes, and his heart leapt. Those same blue eyes bore into him when he kissed Elaine. Suddenly, feeing more than perturbed, Alex removed his handkerchief and tucked it back into his pocket. "I am sorry to have frightened you," Alex started, still staring into the female's eyes. "Do you have a protector?" Elaine couldn't help that her eyes had widened. Alex had a valid question, but to think that he was asking her if she were an actual mistress! "You can't seriously mean to say you didn't expect me to ask you that question?" Elaine didn't respond. "Very well," Alex admitted, "I had a previous engagement, but I think I'm more interested in you." Alex had leaned forward. "If you don't have a protector, I would see that you're more than amply provided for. Besides jewelry and fine clothes, I would make sure that you find your ultimate pleasure." Ultimate pleasure, Elaine thought. How considerate of him. He didn't even know what she wanted most. Alex dipped down to kiss the female. His placed soft kisses along her neck, hoping to arouse some emotion other than shock. Wrapping his arms around her, Alex began to loosen the strands that bound her clothing. "Your grace," she began to protest. He silenced her with a kiss. At least she was no longer bleeding. "Let me show you sweeting." As he pulled the blue satin down, Alex noticed her strong shoulders. She didn't have the usual curved shoulders— she had broad ones, which made her look . . . regal. Ever so slowly, Alex pulled the clothing down, only to be greeted by another piece of clothing: a chemise. "Is this how you usually dress?" Alex asked slightly frustrated. "Typically at these gatherings, we don't— by god, you're a lady!" Alex dropped his arms from her body like he would a poisonous snake. "My apologies my lord," Elaine replied, not sure how to continue, "I am here for—" "Ah," Alex interrupted as if he suddenly understood, "You are here for a male lover." While that thought had been farthest from her mind, Elaine nodded tersely. She also noticed how he never let her finished her sentences. "Might I ask his name?" "Don't you think that invasive?" Elaine quickly countered. "You had interrupted my previous engagement," Alex replied. "I think I'm entitled to know the name of the male you seek. Now tell me, what is his name?" Paralyzed and fearful, Elaine kept quiet. Alex approached her. "I will not ask again. Who is it?" If any word of this lady's rendezvous with her male lover got into the papers, Alex wanted nothing to do with it. He would use every one of these lady's words to defend himself. "I hear you are seeking a wife your grace." Too late. Two days had passed, and already, females were throwing his father's threat at his face. "Did you know," Alex replied calmly, reaching towards the female, "that London during the night strikes me as one of the most beautiful scenes?" A New Temptation Ch. 03 Elaine was not so easily tempted. She didn't move. Af if reading her mind, Alex strode forward and grabbed her, turning her completely around. Elaine, who been holding her gown up, attempting some form of decency, had been unable to defend herself. Now, trapped between Alex's strong legs, Elaine wished she had moved when she could have. "My dear, had you not threatened me, I would not have to resort to such measures. You have forfeited your chance at anonymity." Suddenly, Elaine felt her mask loosen and night air whisked past her. face. She was flipped back around. Alex had not been prepared for Elaine. His tempered feelings of lust violently surfaced again, as he held Elaine with a possessiveness previously unbeknownst to him. "What are you doing here?" he ground out. Elaine, now discovered, turned her head away in defeat. "Are you so cowardly as to not answer me?" Alex demanded angrily, "Did you follow me here in hopes that you would be able to ensnare me as easily as you did a night ago?" Elaine whipped around. "I wanted nothing to do with you. Since your memory has failed you, let me remind you that I had declined your offer to dance before you forced my hand," she snarled. Again, the jab of pain hit Alex. Humiliated. Angry. Alex had never been rejected, and he didn't know how to react. He turned to what he did best. Alex slammed his mouth against Elaine's with a kiss demanded her complete acquiescence. With his arousal pressed against her stomach, and a pair of lush lips moving against hers, Elaine started to feel a warm sensation build at her core. She leaned into his body. Having Elaine press into him nearly finished him. Yet, Alex swore that he would reduce her to his own feral state of mind. Alex slowed his kiss and moved down her neck, softly teasing her until Elaine lay shivering in his arms. No longer able to resist him, Elaine tangled her hands in his hair and pulled him up to her. Their mouths engaged in a hot dance, pushing and sucking each other until both were breathless. "Why are you here?" Alex asked once again, this time softly. In her hazed stupor, Elaine looked at him. With his brown hair and green eyes, he proved irresistible. Even now, Elaine felt his virility— his masculinity. Everything about him was so hard, and she was drawn to him. "Why do you always make me repeat myself?" Alex asked, placing a tender kiss on her cheek. "Why are you h—" "I'm here with my brother's future wife." Alex pulled back, evidently confused. "Why is your brother's betrothed here? I wasn't even aware that the duke was engaged." "Well," Elaine started, "She wants to learn the secrets of seduction." Alex paused and stared at her. "And are you here for the same reason?" "No," Elaine strongly denied, ignoring the flame in Alex's eyes, "I have no interest in carnal affairs." "Is that so?" Elaine looked up at him. His question, though light, stirred something that felt very carnal. "Let me go." Elaine attempted to wriggle out from his grasp. "I find that I can't." Elaine glared at him but recoiled when she saw the tenderness within his gaze. "Be my duchess," he murmured, pulling her even closer. He relished holding her body, feeling her body pressed against his. Alex buried himself in her dark tresses. She make a lovely duchess. "I can't." "Of course you can," Alex replied, still buried in her hair. God, she smelled glorious. "I'm proposing to you." "There is another man's affections I wish to secure," Elaine replied. Alex stiffened and pushed himself away from her. "Well then," he said with more emphasis that he meant, "you had lied to me when I asked if you were here for the same reasons as the duke's intended." "I did not lie," Elaine began to protest, "No, I did." Let him believe the worst of her— that way he would stay away. Alex looked at the all too tempting female in front of him. He had been rejected, again. "Then I bid you good luck, for god forbid a man to marry you." And with that, Alex left.