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“Stand and deliver!” He stood with pistols drawn praying the coachman and the guard would yield without a fight. Why would these poor bastards give up their lives for the rich fools in their charge? Honour? Foolishness, they had no chance, the setting sun was at his back, he was at very short range, they had been caught by surprise… he hoped they would simply yield and spare him the expense of the powder and shot. No such luck, the guard, young, foolish, moved. The musket by his side was loaded and primed but it was a bulky weapon and he was too hasty. The crack of the pistols shattered the silence and sent roosting birds to flight in the wood where he had ambushed the coach. He sighed deeply as he drew his rapier and third pistol from behind his back and walked to the door of the coach. He was ready for the possibility that whoever was inside might also decide to put up a fight, or merely delay, hoping for rescue. After all, someone may have heard those shots and come to their aid. “Stand and deliver!” Nothing but a muffled conversation. A complaint about having worn “those diamonds.” This could prove a promising engagement indeed! “I have killed two men already, do you really believe I will not kill again?” The door opened and out stepped a gentleman. He was fat and disheveled from the long ride from York. Not terribly rich from the look of him, no rings, no wig, but he wore good clothing which well concealed his girth. The cost of those two dead men would be quite low indeed if this man’s possessions were all that could be expected. Then she stepped out of the coach and the highwayman’s mood improved immediately. The lady was stiff and austere trying to hide her fear behind a mask of disdain. Her husband Pendik escort could have at least tried to do the same. She was a lovely woman of at least thirty, voluptuous and certainly very desirable. She did much to hide what feminine assets she possessed. However, they were very obvious indeed, as was the diamond necklace around her neck that twinkled in the sunlight. A fine prize indeed. He could see the fear in her eyes, though there was something else there too, something he could not yet place… was it surprise? Lady Rebecca Stirling stood before the highwayman trying to maintain a mask of disdain and loathing. His stare had caught her completely off her guard. The only thing she could see was his eyes beneath the brim of his hat and above his mask. She had seen them look at her, at all of her, she had stopped considering herself an object of desire long ago. Whatever desires her husband had for her had died after the birth of their children. With an heir assured, her usefulness expired and her desire and love were left to wither. She felt a twinge of excitement as his eyes roamed across her form mixed with the tin taste of fear, she would be unable to resist this man should he desire more than to look upon her and take her possessions. The highwayman was caught off guard by her, he had lapsed into thoughts of lust like some young lovelorn pup, the kind that thought of desire for flesh before desire for money, the kind that got themselves killed. He tore his eyes away from the lady and focused on her gentleman. The initial shock had worn off, he cursed his foolishness. He leveled the pistol at the man’s heart. “Please relieve yourself of your possessions, sir, without Beykoz escort bayan heroics. No more blood need be shed this day on your account.” Mutters of contempt and impotent outrage as the man fumbled with his coat. His eyes moved back to her for just a moment, but a moment was all that was needed. The fumbling man drew a small pistol and pulled the trigger, a look of triumph in his eyes. Another crack of thunder reverberated through the wood. The gentleman’s pistol was beautifully gilded, the barrel and grip etched by a craftsman from Germany. If it had not been for the glint of that gilding, the highwayman might not have seen it at all. The highwayman’s pistol was plain, it was a tool, not an ornament, it was simple and effective. The pretty pistol dropped from the gentleman’s limp fingers and landed in the road the powder had been damp, it had never fired. Rebecca had not been able to move for some time, she stood and watched her husband’s body for what seemed an age. It had been so fast. One moment her eyes had met the highwayman’s again and the next there was a flurry of movement, the noise, the smoke and now stillness. She felt no sadness to look upon his crumpled form. Nor was she numbed as one might expect. She did, however, feel the tip of the highwayman’s rapier at her throat. She looked down the length of the blade into the man’s eyes, she saw fear in them. Fool! Had that pistol fired he would have been killed! It took every ounce of his strength to keep the rapier still and his voice calm. “I regret your loss, Madam, but I must ask you to relieve yourself of your jewels.” Her eyes met his and he saw no fear in them, she was not shaking, she shed no Escort Cevizli tears, her gaze was level as she began to remove the necklace. “Are you going to kill me now that you have what you want?” His mouth was dry and he found himself at a loss for words, he had never met a woman like this. He felt unmanned by those eyes, those beautiful eyes. He thought he might blush like a schoolboy beneath their gaze. How many times had she seen his eyes glance over the curves of her body? “The gown, Madam, the gown as well I’m afraid.” It would fetch a good price, the embroidery and lace were quite lovely though it was perhaps more austere than was the fashion of the time. Now he could feel the heat washing over him, it was all he could do to keep his nerve beneath her gaze. “And if I refuse?” Was it Rebecca’s imagination or did the rapier wobble ever so slightly as it was raised once more to her throat. Was there a tremble to his voice? “Then I will simply cut you out of it, though I would hate to tarnish such lovely work.” Removing the gown was no easy feat for a woman used to being dressed and undressed by a maid. In fact, it quickly became an object lesson in futility. If he wanted her out of the gown, and never had he longed for anything so much, he would need to take it off himself. She had expected aggression, she expected him to rip it from her. The gentleness of his touch as he spun her around and began to untie and unbutton her was so surprising: there was no hurry to it, no fumbling. She heard the rapier sliding into its sheath and the next his nimble fingers were expertly removing her from her gown. He was so close now that his smell filled her nostrils. He was no perfumed fop, he smelled of sweat and horse and she found she could not get enough of it. The last hook was undone and the gown fell to the ground. She could feel his eyes on her as she stood in only her bodice and drawers. Deep within her, the flower that had been budding since she first caught sight of this man came to full bloom.
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