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Chapter 3
The candle on the night stand cast a romantic glow that filled my little room with the possibility--no, the certainty!--that I would be ravished tonight. |
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Chapter 4
We didn't need him coming around asking questions--or calling in a marker for the favor of forgetting this confrontation. I followed his progress toward the stairs, and then wished I hadn't looked up: |
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Chapter 5
Tired as I was, her lithe body brushing against mine made for a sure aphrodisiac...an invitation to blissful release in warm, frothy water. My smile made her breath catch...
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Chapter 6
Her alluring body appeared fluid beneath the film of her pink negligee; like the ebb and flow of the ocean, her breasts and hips shimmied in a primal appeal to his manhood. |
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Chapter 7
"You've come to a crossroads in your sheltered life, my dear Andrea," she said in a coiled voice. "A young woman ready to take on a lover--believing she's entitled to a life outside these walls... |
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Chapter 8
I stepped forward with the next raising of that cane, but Perfidia's glare froze me in place. "Your intervention will only earn him more stripes, Andrea. Better get control of your emotions... |
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Chapter 9
I cannot tell you how long I remained a captive. Days, I suspect. My draperies were made of dark velvet, designed to keep out the light of day, and I was so bewildered by all Perfidia had revealed... |
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Chapter 10
That handsome man in the photograph is your father, the dashing Alexander Moore, Earl of Lustingworth. He was slain last week in a most gruesome attack... |