I've been dying to finish this story, but I felt that since this story was one of my first tries at writing over a year ago, I needed to rewrite it. It will stay the same, but (hopefully) the writing will be improved. There were copious amounts of errors in the original story, so I knew I had to try again. I can't promise that this version won't have flaws, because it most definitely will, but it is definitely going to be a lot better than my first try.

A little warning to new readers: This story is heavily influenced by some of the regency/historical romance novels I have read. That being said, this story may seem really cheesy to some of you. I totally understand this fic is not for everyone. If "heaving bosoms" bother you, then this fic in general might bother you. I think it's really fun and entertaining to write this sort of thing, though!

Anyway, I'm very excited to be finishing this story on FF! I know it's been on hiatus for a very long time while I focused on my other stories, so I'm happy to come back to it and finally give it the attention it deserves. I'm sorry if anyone is upset that I'm doing this rewrite, but I found it necessary and wouldn't have been able to finish this story if I didn't do the rewrite. So, don't flame me! Also, I hope you don't mind the name change! I really loved "A Rogue's Desire" and wanted to use it as the new title of the story! Since this is my first year on FF, I'm still fumbling around with things, but I promise this won't be a common occurrence.

~A Rogue's Desire~

I have grown up watching him as he lived a life that seemed so far out of my reach. I couldn't touch him if I tried, so, I allowed myself to dream of him. It was a pleasant diversion from my everyday life, but a diversion was all it was, and all it could ever be. I am realistic; I understand my position in life and I have never strived for more. But sometimes, in the darkness of the night in my old room in the servant's quarters, I would imagine a life with him—Mr. Edward Cullen. The man who has never once noticed me.

How could I blame him for his oversight? I have never been beautiful by society's standards—my pale face covered in freckles, my dull brown hair unfashionable and far too curly, and a figure that is too slight to be popular, besides my breasts, which fit uncomfortably in all my livery. While he does not pay me any mind, my eyes constantly follow him.

I wish I looked more like Mrs. Hurst. She has always seemed to hold his attentions. I found them in the library when I was ten years of age, and even then, I knew to keep my mouth closed on the matter. It would have been quite the scandal, and even then, I loved Mr. Cullen enough to understand the importance of protecting his reputation. Mrs. Hurst was married and four and thirty, after all. While I did not say anything on the matter, I did watch them as they made love on the floor. I enjoyed seeing him move like an animal, and as soon as they were finished, I hide behind a bookcase until I was sure they were gone. The minutes ticked by, and when no one returned, I left my hiding spot and tip-toed across the library until something shiny caught my eye. I picked up Mrs. Hurst's drop—which her husband was later hurt to find missing—and then came across a small, brass button, which had fallen from Mr. Cullen's jacket. I hide the drop due to my own jealously, wanting to see Mrs. Hurst receive a verbal thrashing from her husband, and kept the button for myself. I created a necklace, keeping the brass button close to my heart, and hidden under my clothes.

Reaching down, I tug on my necklace, pulling it out from my bodice before eying it with a satisfied smile. It has been eight years since I found it, and I keep it close to my heart still—where my Edward is. It is cool under my finger tips and still looks as it did on the day I found it. It's the only piece of Mr. Cullen—Edward—that I'll ever have. More than I could ever ask for. One day, he will belong to a woman, he will take a wife, while I will mourn the loss of a dream that I knew would never come true. Mr. Cullen is the eldest of his three brothers and the heir to his estate. So one day he will lord over all of us with his wife, and even then, I will most likely be dealing the affection for him which I cannot seem to overcome. I don't want to overcome it. I want to dream of him for the rest of my life. Dreams are all that I have. With a sick mother and a father that I barely have the pleasure of seeing, dreams seem to be all I have to keep me sane.

I close the book on my lap and crawl out of my hidden nook beneath the staircase in the furthest corner of the estate. No one walks about back here, and it is the only place I feel as if I can truly be alone. Since my mother fell ill, Mr. Carlisle Cullen, the head of the estate, moved my family into a small cottage on the edge of the property. He was not doing it to be unkind, rather, he wanted my mother to feel more comfortable. He grew up with my father—our family have worked as servants at this estate for several generations—so, he knows him well, and loves him even. While I enjoy our cottage, I never feel alone whilst I am there. Here, I can read books I sneak from the library, and write in my journal, which I keep hidden in my apron.

With the intent of sneaking back to the library to return my novel, I quietly cross the hallway, but pause as I hear Mr. Carlisle Cullen's voice coming from his study. I am not a snoop, but as soon as I hear Edward's voice, I cannot help myself.

"When will you take a wife? You are nearly one and thirty."

I peer into the study, careful not to be seen, and find Mr. Carlisle Cullen glaring at his son over his glass of brandy. They are both so handsome, I wonder how any woman can bear standing in a room with them without losing their wits all together. Sometimes, when I watch Edward, I forget to breathe. It is an embarrassing response, but the only one I can ever seem to manage. I cannot imagine what I would do if he ever spoke to me. I would most likely faint.

"Father, you know I have no interest in taking a wife just yet. Let me enjoy being a bachelor for a while longer."

"You don't have to give up your habits, son. Marriage is not about love, you know that very well. Keep a mistress, or mistresses even, and make a good match for our namesake. You need a strong woman to run this estate with after I have passed. A woman who can keep you in line, Edward. Make a good match, produce an heir, and do as you please with your own time. I am not asking you for the world, son. It is your duty as the heir of this estate. Do not disappoint me like your brothers have."

"I am nothing like them, father. I thought you knew me better than that."

"Then be sensible, Edward."

Edward stands up, and I can finally see his handsome, angular face. His features would inspire paintings. He is better than any piece of art I could ever imagine. I take a deep breath, wishing he could find me as attractive as I find him.

"I think I'll go out for the night, father."

I nearly screech as he turns on his heels and makes his way toward the door. Mr. Carlisle Cullen says something else, but in my haste to leave and remain unseen, I miss it. I hide behind the corner of another hallway and hold my breath as I hear him pass me by. As soon as he is far down the hallway, I exhale and shudder as goosepimples cover my flesh. He did not notice me, while my entire body felt him, as if his energy was pouring from his skin and flirting with mine. Intoxicated by him, I wonder what it would be like to follow him into town. To go on an adventure, seeing a world I've always wondered about. My nose has always been in my book, reading about romantic figures and dreaming about being whisked away by one of my literary heroes. I wonder what it would be like to go on a real-life adventure, something that would get me through the boring normalcy of my every day life in the manor. Before I can control myself, my body moves on its own accord. One foot moves, and then the other, and before I know it, I'm on his trail.

He takes off on horse and knowing the direction he is heading—for he always ventures off to the same part of town—I follow him on foot. I know that I am not being very sensible, but I do not care. I have never done anything remotely exciting in my eighteen years. I am eight and ten, and nothing worth while has happened to me. I have daydreamed of another life for myself, but, if only for today, I want to live that life. Experience a little excitement before I return to my duties.

My feet ache by the time I make it into town. I groan, wishing I could sit down and relieve the pain for a moment, but my worrying stops me. What if I don't find Edward because I am too busy dawdling about? I walk, and walk, looking for Edward's horse, or any sign of him, but I come up short. Where in heavens is he? Tears prick my eyes as fear overwhelms me. I am in a terrible part of town without an escort. Why did I ever believe this a wise idea? Now, it seems so silly of me, but I am too far gone to change anything. Will I be able to find my way home? Feeling anxious, I dip my hand into the top of my bodice and pull out my necklace with Edward's button. I run my fingers along it and sigh, closing my eyes for a moment while convincing myself that everything will be all right.

"Are you lost, Miss?" A nefarious voice asks.

My eyes shoot up and I try my best not to appear too frightened, although, my body is trembling with terror. I take a step back, knowing that whatever this man's intentions are, they cannot be good. He leers at me and I flush, wondering if he can smell the fear seeping through my pores.

"Come here, girl. Let me help you back to your home."

I turn on my heels and run into the first door I can find, not bothering to look at the sign indicating what sort of establishment I am entering. Whatever it is, it must be better than what awaits me out here in the dark. The smell is the first thing that brings me back to reality. The establishment smells of smoke, alcohol, and God knows what else. As soon as my wits have returned, I gaze around the room and my cheeks flush with shock. What sort of establishment is this?

I've never seen so many pairs of breasts before. Women are naked from the waist up, walking around and leaning over men as they drink and play cards. Some of them are in men's laps, some of them are in the corner, with a man between their thighs. I cannot look away, I'm captivated by so many sights that are completely foreign to me. The room is filled with laughter, moans, and shouts. I shrink back against the wall, wanting to disappear completely. A man jostles into me, and leers before he is pulled away by a scantly clad barmaid. I grimace, although I am thankful for her intrusion. I take a long breath, closing my eyes and wondering how I am going to return to my parents in one piece. When I open my eyes, I see him.

Edward sits across the room with a drink in his hand and a punk on his lap. In the candle light, he looks like a fallen angel—gorgeous beyond belief. The woman wiggling on his crotch is a curvaceous redhead, with a face painted heavily with powder and rouge. While Edward seems to find her attentions amusing, he seems to find his drink just as entertaining. His lips trail the curves of her breasts, and he licks her nipple once, before taking a long drink of his brandy. It takes me a moment to realize this fact, but Edward is intoxicated. Completely lushy. Perhaps, despite his intoxicated state, Edward would be kind enough to return me to the manor. Perhaps if I just went and pleaded with him, he would see me home safely.

My body moves on its own accord as I cross the room and venture toward him. He pulls his gaze away from the woman's breasts and his eyes meet mine, his gaze penetrating. I stop in my tracks, unable to move any further with him looking at me in such a way. With his eyes on me, he grabs ahold of the arm of a matronly woman who passes him by and nods his head in my direction.

"I will take her instead," he tells the woman in a commanding voice.

I gasp, wondering what he could mean. His eyes on me is enough to cause me to feel quite faint, but hearing his voice… I feel like a different woman entirely. I can feel his desire from across the room, causing my nipples to pucker and my stomach to twist uncomfortably. What could he possibly have in mind?

The matronly woman turns to me, giving me a confused look as if she were trying to place me, before nodding at Edward. What is happening? Edward hands the woman her drink and slides the redhead off his lap. My eyes widen as he makes his way towards me. Everything about him seems determined… but his determination confuses me. What is he determined to do?

Without a word, he takes a hold of my hand and leads me toward a spiral staircase. His skin against mine is a shock to my system and with so many feelings coursing through me, I feel utterly lost. Despite my confusion I feel happy. The feeling of him holding my hand is better than anything I have ever imagined. Sometimes, when I'm all alone in my room at night, I think of him—playing with myself as I picture him naked, moving over me like he did with Mrs. Hurst.

As soon as we make it to the second floor of the establishment, everything makes perfect sense to me—and I'm horrified suddenly. This place is a whore house… Edward must think I am a whore. I feel sick, because I now know why he is so determined. I know what he plans to do to me. While I am nervous, I find that I am overwhelmed with joy as well. I will remember this night for the rest of my life. I am giving my innocence to the one man I want more than absolutely anything.

Edward pulls me into an empty room, and I am still too shocked to utter a word. He does not seem to mind, though. His thoughts are on something else entirely. My breath catches in my throat as I hear the door lock. I wonder if he recognizes me. I wonder if he knows that I am one of his family's servants. I wonder if he cares…

He turns around to face me, a smile lighting up his handsome face. Pulling off his cravat, he looks at my breasts for a long moment before he asks, "Shall I get you a drink before we start?"

I blush. Too frightened and too aroused to utter a word. I want him. I don't care if it is proper, I want him more than I have wanted anything. Knowing that he wants me too is completely overwhelming.

"You are a shy little bird, aren't you?" he comments as he stalks toward the table with several bottles of alcohol, grabbing one as well as grabbing a glass. He pours until the glass is almost full, and then takes a long drink. "Well, are you going to undress?" He finishes off his drink before stalking toward me.

I am still too shocked to speak. As soon as he reaches me, his fingers trail across the top of my bodice and his lips brush against my neck. I moan, and suddenly, I feel a very strange stirring in my stomach, trailing down to my core.

"God, you are so expressive," Edward says with a groan as he reaches out and palms by breasts, before pinching my nipple through the fabric of my dress.

I moan at his touch, and he responds with a roguish grin. He bends down and places hot, wet kisses on the exposed skin of my heavy breasts. I can feel his smile against my skin, probably feeling amused as I tremble in anticipation. Unable to wait a moment longer, Edward rips the fabric of my bodice, exposing my breasts to his heated gaze. As soon as they are free from their confinements, his lips are around one of my rosy nipples. His teeth tease me. He bites and sucks until I'm feeling intoxicated.

"You make me so hard, little one," he tells me with a moan, as he straightens up and rubs his hard crotch against the softness of my stomach. "Undress," he orders, as he pulls away to pour himself another glass of brandy.

With desire bubbling in my stomach, all of my shyness evaporates as I quickly part with my dress, and then my shift. Edward watches me, causing my sex to grow even more wet with need. My gaze falls to his face to his crotch, which is pulsing against the buttons of his trousers. I'm naked besides my necklace, which hangs between my breasts. I wonder if Edward recognizes his button, although, I'm sure my necklace is the last thing he is looking at.

"It is your turn to undress?" I ask timidly, surprised that I found my voice at all.

"Of course," he answers with a devilish grin. "I can't do what I want to do while I still have my clothes on."

My eyes widen as I watch him undress. I have never seen a man's body completely naked before, and it's quite the shock. His chest is defined and well-muscled, his arms are large and defined, and his crotch—I flush—his crotch makes me incredibly nervous. I did not think it would look so, so… strange. It is large and thick, and its color is a slightly different tone than the rest of his body, with a large vein that is pulsing uncontrollably. It twitches, and my eyes widen. Suddenly, I feel frightened again. Is that thing really meant to go inside of me?

"Are you all right, little one? You look stricken," he says in an almost teasing tone.

He crosses the room and pulls me into his arms, his penis brushing against my stomach as he kisses me. He kisses me until I can barely breathe, and then he pulls away and pushes me onto the bed in the center of the room. My breasts bounce as I fall onto the mattress, and Edward is between my legs in a heartbeat. Before I can register what is happening, his lips are on mine and his tongue is in his mouth. I wonder if he can tell that I have never been kissed before. I wonder if he can feel how inexperienced I am. He seems too enthused to care. I nearly embarrass myself and scream as his finger slips into my wet core. If feels so incredible, and yet, uncomfortable at the same time. He plays with me and I feel embarrassed as I get his fingers wet with my desire, but Edward does not seem to mind. In fact, he seems downright pleased by the fact.

"You enjoy this, don't you, little one?" he whispers into my ear.

I can only nod, as something strange seems to stir in my belly. I have touched myself before, but nothing ever resulted from my ministrations. This, however, is quite different. I feel like I'm standing on a precipice and I am about to fall over the edge. I cry out as my muscles clench around his fingers, my core fluttering and pulsing in the most delicious way. I have never felt so alive.

My pleasure quickly turns to pain as he invades me. That monster between his legs stretches me and I try to get away. It hurts. It hurts so terribly. I did not expect this. Tears trail down my face, but with Edward's head buried in the crook of my neck, he does not notice. I am afraid that if he did notice he would stop. I do not want that. I could not bear it.

"God, you are tight. I have never been with a woman who felt so small around me," Edward expresses with a pained moan.

Unsure of myself, I ask, "Is that preferable? Are you all right?"

He laughs at my question. Apparently, I am being ridiculous. "It is better than 'all right'. I want to bury myself inside of your pussy and never leave."

Before I can answer, his lips are against mine once more. After a while, the pain morphs back into pleasure and I find myself feeling just as lost in my own body as I did moments before when my core fluttered uncomfortably around his fingers. Does intercourse always feel like this? If so, I am surprised anyone does anything else.

Edward increases the pace of his thrusts, each one growing more and more erratic. I love the sight of him falling apart. I still cannot believe this beautiful, power man is inside of my body. I cannot believe that out of all the women in the room, he chose me. How did I manage to become so lucky?

He ejaculates inside of me with a moan that is quite like a roar. He looks so beautiful as he reaches his release. I cannot take my eyes off his perfect face, and as he comes down from the cloud he is on, I trace his features with my fingertips, touching the lips that I have dreamt of for so long. Mr. Cullen has made love to me. Edward has made love to me. Where do we go from here? He kisses me again, and all my worries fly out the window.

A/N: I really hope you are enjoying the rewrite so far. I honestly believe that it will be much better than my first try. As I said before, I really started writing when I started FF, so you guys have really seen me grow a lot in my writing. Honestly, I am so impressed that you guys read the original considering all the errors… so thank you! I love you all so much and I'm now realizing how amazingly nice everyone in this fandom is haha.

Just in case you were wondering…

Livery-The clothes worn by servants, usually identifying the household to which they belong.

Punk-A prostitute

Drops-Diamond earrings.

I am not an expert on this time period… so I hope I don't make too many errors with this story! I promise to try my best . Also, is anyone familiar with what words they used for "vagina" and "penis" in this time period, that aren't "vagina" and "penis"? I don't want my sex scenes to sound so clinical lol. Please review! I think that since I rewrote this story, you can't review the same chapter twice, so feel free to review as a guest .