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His knee was pressing right against my pussy, and I tried to wiggle to get away, but he put both hands on my throat, his big fingers doing nothing but raising my chin up so I was forced to look him in the eyes.

“Tell me who is threatening you,” he ordered again, but I only writhed and struggled to get away.

The only problem was that wiggling meant my cunt was ground on his thigh, and I began to feel uncomfortably flushed and heated.

“Grind on me if you want,” he growled in my ear. “I don’t mind.”

“You’re disgusting!” I shot at him, and he only shoved his knee harder, spreading my pussy lips open. The pressure hitting my clit was intense and I felt my core begin to pound with low heat.

“Are you wet down there, Ophelia?” he asked, his voice low and gravelly.

“No!” I cried.

I should have yelled for help, but I refused to give my brother the satisfaction!

There was a rattling noise on the door and I looked over to see that Teddy had shoved the trash can in front of it to lock us in together.

He abruptly let me go and motioned me to follow him.

“I’m going to make you tell me,” he warned. “Anybody trying to threaten you has to go through me first. Now come back to the table so you can eat some Stack Cake.”

He turned and headed for the door, big broad shoulders cocky and arrogant, knowing I had no choice but to follow him.

“I’m going back to Chicago after the Derby is over,” I said, feeling almost breathless.

“We’ll see about that,” my brother retorted, not looking back.

Chapter 8 (Ophelia)

I tried to surreptitiously adjust my dress on the deck of the Belle of Louisville as we steamed down the river for the Great Steamboat Race, which always took place the day before the Derby.

The race was a couple of hours long, and Louisville’s elite would be wined and dined on the deck of the boat as she made her way merrily through the waves of the Ohio River in the friendly competition.

Granny had produced a dress for me when we arrived back home—a tight-fitting white dress with splashy pink and yellow and blue flowers on it and big puffed sleeves. I absolutely loathed it but since I had nothing better to wear, I resigned myself to my fate. It was topped off with a huge white hat with a dramatic swoop of peacock feathers.

Perfect for discouraging anyone to stand too close to me, but of course that didn’t include my brother, who was discourage by nothing and nobody.