His Virgin, His Heir: A Dark Historical Late Blooming Breeding Romance

I am nine and twenty, unmarried, and nobody in this county has looked at me twice.
I made my peace with that, and my peace was quiet and small and mine.

Then Weston Kendall summoned me to his study at night. A cousin schemes for the estate and he must have a legitimate son.
He chose me. He explained it the way a man explains a purchase.
Last Thursday he had me in that study for the first time, on his command, fog against the windows.
I had never been touched. I did not ask him to stop.

That is the shame of it. Not the transaction. That I walked back down the corridor hoping he would send again.
He says my name in that room and my quiet defiance comes to nothing.

He sends for me every night now, and he will until his son is on the way.
Undress. Come here. Be taken again. Be bred until it holds.
Exposure leaves me unmarriageable, the cousin takes it all without an heir, and I count the hours until dark.
He wants me past the plan. Neither of us has said so.
What is left of me if I carry his son? What is left of me when he stops sending?

A full-length dark Victorian virgin breeding and impregnation erotic novel featuring an overlooked spinster and the landowner who summoned her.