The Perfect Duchess (Completed)

Chapter 4. 1795 

By the beginning of October, gossip had begun to spread throughout Windsor castle that Richard wasn't being faithful to Genevieve. It was quite clear that the king had his eyes set on a few of her ladies in waiting. During balls or other events, he was openly flirting with whoever he chose. He did, however, spend most of his evenings with Genevieve in hopes of her conceiving his son.
Unfortunately, Camille was one of Richard's flirtations, and she wasn't liking it at all. She thought that Richard was aggressive with his approach to flirtation, wanting her above the rest of Genevieve's ladies. She Felicity and Louisa were now joined by five other ladies and waiting. Three were from France and two were from England.
James was making sure that Richard didn't touch Camille. He was wanting that young lady for himself. He was doing his best to flirt with Camille, and was glad that she was accepting his flirtation and flirting back. He had been joined by five other gentleman as well.
One evening, during yet another autumn ball, Camille had just finished dancing with one of Richard's other gentleman, Lord Brandon Chatsworth, when she felt someone take hold of her left wrist and pull her to the side. Surprised, and thinking it was James, she turned around, a smile on her face. But that smile quickly disappeared when she saw that it was Richard.
Richard's dark gray eyes started sparkling with desire. He drew her closer, his warm breath flowing across her face. "You look very lovely this evening Camille. I would love nothing more than to have you in my bed this very minute."
Camille took a step away from him, her heart pounding. "Your majesty, with all due respect, you have Genevieve to lie with at night. Aren't the two of you trying to conceive your son?"
Richard. "Yes we are, and I believe she is going to become pregnant very soon. However, my appetite for young women, you in particular, can't be tamed."
Camille felt the color disappear from her cheeks. "Your majesty, I don't want your advances."
Richard moved his lips toward her ear. "And why not? You're beautiful and deserve to be ravished."
Camille couldn't breathe. She felt as if she was suffocating. Richard was being very aggressive, and insistent, on having her. She tried pulling away from him, but then felt his arm slide around her waist. Before she had any time to react, much less say a word, she felt him pull her out of the ballroom and toured a large marble staircase.
Richard. "Let me assure you Camille that you are the most beautiful of all of my wife's ladies in waiting. Felicity and Louisa are lovely as well, but there is something magnetic about you that I cannot shake."
Camille struggled against him again, not wanting to hear what he had to say. She didn't want to be in his bed, under his body. She didn't want to feel him. If there was any gentleman she was wanting to experience lovemaking with, it was James."Please your majesty, let me go."
Richard paused halfway up the staircase, turning to look at her. "My dear Camille, don't you want me?"
Camille shook her head fervently. She didn't want that bastard, that was for certain. She was frightened of Richard, knowing the power he possessed. And she wasn't about to become his play toy.
Richard moved his lips closer to hers. "That's quite a shame, because I want you."
Before Camille could say another word, Richard was kissing her. His lips weren't gentle or sweet, but forceful and rough. She felt his tongue slide into her mouth and twist violently with hers. She squeaked with panic, trying to push him away.
Richard growled with pleasure and satisfaction, his hands moving down her body with hunger. His hands stopped at her breasts, squeezing hard. His fingers found her nipples and he pinched them roughly. He felt his cock straining against his trousers, and that made him growl again.
Camille was shaking with panic, her heart pounding like mad against her ribs. Her back was pressed against the banister of the staircase, and she had nowhere to go. She felt Richard's left hand move down her body until it came to the bottom of her pistachio gown. She felt his fingers slide beneath her skirts, grazing her inner thighs.
Richard purred against her neck. "So wet, so responsive."
Camille knew what she needed to do. She knew that she wouldn't be ruined by this man. She didn't want to be ruined by him. With every ounce of strength that she had, she screamed and pushed Richard away from her. Without even bothering to see what happened, she grabbed her skirts and ran downstairs and back into the ballroom.