Before Magdalen had time to consider what was happening, she felt herself pulled to the other side of the carriage and hauled into the circle of Lord Amberley's arms, his hard thighs making brutal contact with her unsteady legs as he settled her in his lap. She had a glimpse of glittering dark eyes boring into hers before his head descended swiftly and his mouth closed over hers, the pressure of his hands increasing to bring her closer to him.
