1821, April 1st; Duke of Stirkton’s residence, Mayfair, London.
The Duke of Stirkton stared, open-mouthed, at the countess. “You’re a cool one.”
“Not as cool as you taking a virgin each year with less emotion than asking a lady to dance with you at a ball.”
Max bristled. Each year on his birthday, he’d been taken to an experienced prostitute, and after he’d turned eighteen his companions had been virgins. According to Augustus, bedding virgins prepared a duke for dealing with his untouched wife, and as those girls were destined to lose their virginity to the man paying the best price to the brothel nun who owned them, Meacham money might as well win.
“Women were for enjoyment and all were well compensated.”
“Incorrect on both counts. The Earl may have been paid, but I received no compensation for surrendering something that a lady is taught to save for her marriage night. Secondly, you were shown how to gain physical release but never enjoyment because, like the Earl, the old Duke couldn’t perform the act himself. You were a substitute, and someone they despised, because you were capable of finding pleasure with women while they couldn’t.”Sunday Snippet: The Duke of Stirkton stared, open-mouthed, at the countess. “You’re a cool one.” #RegencyRomance #HistoricalMystery #ReadARegency #EroticHistoricalRomance https://books2read.com/suziloveFTAV Click To Tweet