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Next to Gabriel Martin, Andrew was sitting down in the boat, wearing a red coat. The militia had ambushed the ship bringing the British army supplies they needed badly. Benjamin Martin managed to steal the arms and munitions and hid explosives inside the boat. The men could not wait to see the face on Tavington when he would see all this.

Once they reached the grass, they unloaded the boats and men were almost gone with the horses and carriages they had previously hidden. Andrew was with Scott, a young recruit, barely 17 years old. They were the last one to leave, but they were interrupted by Bordon, patrolling around the grounds.

"Privates, you are requested to the back yard. You need to bring General Cornwallis' luggage inside," Bordon said. As the two men looked at each other and didn't move, he carried on. "What are you waiting for? Now."

Andrew and Scott looked at each other and complied; they were wearing red coats and have to behave. They carried the big boxes and walked inside. They were chocked by the lavishing decor inside the house. Many important officers passed in front of them and General O'Hara signaled them to bring the boxes inside a specific room. Once inside, Andrew's breath caught when he came face to face with Tavington. The colonel looked them both up and down before rolling his eyes and turning toward Cornwallis. They dropped the boxes and left as soon as possible. Once in the hallway, Scott stopped.

"We should look around. Don't you want to go upstairs? If Tavington is down there, he is not in his room," he said.

"You are a fool! There is no way we are doing this. We are leaving NOW," Andrew replied.

"If Tavington is attending the ball, his fiancé will be here too. Don't you want to know if the woman Gabriel saw is really your friend?"

Andrew thought for a second. Maybe it was his only chance to have a look on the British side. He nodded toward Scott. He entered an empty office and grabbed some papers. They climb upstairs and asked one of the slaves the direction for Tavington's room, saying they had an important report to deliver on his desk. The woman pointed a room at the end of the hallway.

Scott grabbed the handle and opened the door. In a hurry, Andrew pushed Scott inside since he heard footsteps in the stairs. Scott had stopped on his foot since there was someone inside the bedroom. Andrew turned around after he closed the door and his jaw dropped.

"What is this?" the woman said.

"Liv? Oh my god Olivia, is that really you?" Andrew asked.

"Andrew! You are alive!" Olivia said before jumping in his arms.

They held each other very tightly. Suddenly, Andrew pulled away.

"You are in Tavington's bedroom. It was you he proposed to, isn't it?"

She showed him her left hand, the ring proudly on her finger.

"Not just proposed, we are married now,"

"What the fuck, Liv. That man is a monster. You don't know what he has done. He's nicknamed the butcher and owns his reputation. I have seen him kill a teenager in cold blood, when I was at the Martin's house."

"I know, Matt told me what he knew from his books. I swear he is not like this with me. I feel safe with him."

"Matt? You are with Matt? Where is…"

Andrew stopped in the middle of his sentence when the door opened sharply. Tavington stood in the doorframe, looking at the intruders.

"William, my love. There you are. I was about to go down. Are you ready?" Liv said as she got to his side, holding his arm.

"Who are you and what are you doing in here?" he asked, narrowing his eyes.

"Euh… I had just gotten out of the room when I fainted. They helped me out by bringing me inside to lay down a few moments. If they were not here for me, I might have fallen in the staircase," she lied.

"Are you sure you are well enough for the evening?" he asked with real concerned in his voice, turning toward her to caress her cheek.

"I am, thank you," she said as she grabbed a handful of his jacket in her hand, smiling lustfully. She needed him to stop thinking about the intruders and she knew exactly what to do.

"Thank you, for helping my wife. Go downstairs and have a drink in the kitchen. Tell them I sent you there," he said, not leaving Olivia's gaze. His hands wrapped around her waist.

Both men understood I was their cue to leave them. Andrew looked inside while closing the door as slow as he could, hoping Olivia would maybe whisper him something. He could only see the couple whispered while smiling widely. They really seemed like newlyweds. He closed the door and they went downstairs, to the kitchen. Maybe they would come across Matt.

Once alone, Tavington lowered his head and kissed his wife. They had been a week now they were married. He still couldn't believe his luck. It was the first time he truly felt love in his life. He was bedding her every moment he walked in their room; she was always ready for him. He was enjoying that she had previous experience, even if he was burning in jealousy the first time she told him she had been with someone else before.

It had been a week since she told him the truth about herself. Even if there were parts he still could not understand, he was glad she trusted him enough. From the very first moment he saw her, he knew she was not like the other women he met before.

Her hand slid down his chest and rested on the front of his pants, caressing his growing erection. She heard him moan in her mouth as their tongue wrestled.

"Down for a quicky?" she asked.

"A what now?"

"Quick fuck, right now," she managed to say as she kissed his jaw line to his earlobe.

His answer was a deep groan as he lifted her and sat her on his desk. He lost no time raising the numerous skirts of her dress. She opened his pants and grabbed his manhood, rubbing him slowly. He was already hard, his tip even leaking from envy. She spit in her hand as lube even if she was soaking wet every time he was in the same room as her. Still holding him, she drove him down her warm center. He rested part of his weight on one of his hand on the desk, right behind her, his other hand held on tightly on her buttock, keeping her close to him as he moved slowly in and out.

"Oh Will, oh yes. You feel so good. You are stretching me so much," she moaned. "Fuck me, Will. Hard."

"Whatever my wife wants," he groaned as he sped his pace, the dirty talk exciting him even more. "I love it when you talk to me like that."

She grabbed tightly his coat in her hands as she felt closer to her apex. She knew he was not far from his release only by his short breathing and the way he was moving his head from front to back. She grabbed one of his hands and pressed his finger on her clit, speeding her race to pleasure.

"Like that. Oh fuck, Will. I'm coming, oh god, I'm… arghh…" she sighed in his ear, as her orgasm rushed over her.

He was not able to hold himself anymore. The second he felt her milking his cock, he had no other choice but to cum too. He stayed put for a moment, looking deeply in her eyes, before kissing her deeply.