Chapter Twenty-Four
Perry tried to resist Lady Violet’s kiss—for all of one second, and then he surrendered, because her mouth tasted even more intoxicating than he’d imagined, sweet and spicy, hot and wild.
Her kiss wasn’t shy or demure; it was a forceful collision of lips and tongues and teeth. Perry had never been kissed so fiercely. It wasn’t at all what one would expect of a duke’s daughter.
Realization hit him like a bucket of ice-cold water. Perry jerked his head back. “Lady Violet,” he said, trying to detach her hands from his coat. “We mustn’t do this. I can’t marry you!”
Lady Violet frowned and released her grip on his lapels. “I don’t wish to marry you.”
Perry frowned, too. “Then why did you kiss me?”
“Because I wanted to. Don’t you want to?”
Perry felt himself flush. “We
