“You are not modest, my queen.”“Would you prefer I play coy?”He smirked, closing the door. “No....

“You are not modest, my queen.”

“Would you prefer I play coy?”

He smirked, closing the door. “No. Contrary to what you’ve been told, I don’t like to chase my prey.”

She lifted her chin, and he started to unbutton his shirt. “Am I to guess correctly that you have done this before?”

Isolde’s eyes widened, but before fear could settle in, Adrian chuckled. She didn’t like his laugh. It was dark and hateful and horribly alluring.

“Don’t worry. I shall not anull the marriage, but I will look forward to a good fucking.”