The Duke wasn't generally a patient man. That was usually because people weren't foolish enough to make him wait for the things he wanted, not usually. But the young ladies of the ton were not foolish by choice, not on matters of the flesh. Their horrid mothers kept even the slightest of sexual notions under lock and key, all to make sure their daughters were neat and chaste for their husbands. That was really the only reason why Harper had waited an entire year to seduce the young lady.

They had met at a ball last season when he had asked her to dance on a whim, really just trying to escape the conversation of some bad breathed Baron, and she had managed to not step on his toes. Not only that, but she was rather witty, able to keep up with his banter. So he had danced with her again and continued to do so at several balls thereafter. A few gossip sheets thought him to be courting the chit, but he was not interested in having her on his arm. No, he was more interested in having her under him, with no other commitment. It had taken some persuading, considering she had no idea what sex was, but he had promised pleasure and a teaching moment. He wasn't a bad man, not truly. He could be cruel, sure, but he wasn't evil. It's not like her future husband would know about any of this. He was quite sneaky.

At least, that's what he told himself while he buried his cock balls deep inside the young lady's pussy. She was bent over a cushioned armchair in the drawing room of whoever happened to be hosting this evening's ball, he forgot who. He had her dress hiked up around her hips, using his strong hands to keep her still while he ground into her tight warmth.

"*Fucking hell*... Don't make a sound, got it?" He groaned