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265 pages, Paperback
First published August 20, 2013
"Oh, my love," he said softly, "you terrify me."
"Well, you might not mind beimg surrounded by ugliness, but I do," she snapped.
He was already surrounded by ugliness, the ugliness of human nature eat its worst, and he'd been chained to her for close to a decade."
"He wasn't even touching her, and yet she felt invaded, taken, seduced, and enraptured, all from the deep, piercing look that caught between them pulling her like a riptide, and she swayed toward him, wanting to feel his body against her. Her breasts were hot, there was a tight feeling in her belly, and she wanted...she wanted...she couldn't name what she wanted. She could only feel it."
"He didn't have much of a conscience left, but what remained seemed to belong to Bryony."
“I miss you in my bed.”
“You surprise me, my love. There are usually so many occupying it that I wouldn’t have thought you’d notice.” The retort wasn’t a wise move on his part, but there were times he couldn’t resist.
She looked up at him, all stubborn defiance. She was a charming woman but a terrible spy. Didn’t she know her best bet was to encourage his advances instead of trying to drive him away? She was much more likely to ferret out his secrets by curling up next to him.
Unfortunately the stove wasn’t hot enough, and I gave in to temptation. I realize it was unpardonable, but—”
“Oh, I rather like the idea of you giving into temptation.
“Are you going to rape me?”
“Of course not. I wouldn’t have to. I could have you eating out of my hand if I set my mind to it.”
She ground her teeth. “I am not a virgin, I am not puritanical, we are not going to have any kind of . . . carnal debauchery at all. Now let me up.”
He didn’t laugh at her this time. He fell back against the mattress with a weary sigh, still holding on to her wrist. “Now that’s the damnable problem, my angel. I’m all set to play the villain, have my disgusting, delicious way with you to both your pleasure and mine, and you say something completely adorable like ‘carnal debauchery.’ How is a man to react to something like that?”
“He’s supposed to release me.”
“I ought to,” he said. “If I had any scrap of decency left in me.” He turned his face, and she could see him in the shaft of moonlight, his skin white gold. It was then she realized he wasn’t wearing a shirt. Realized that he wasn’t wearing anything at all. “Fortunately,” he added, “any decency is long gone.” And he pulled her over on top of him.
“If you keep this up I’m going to get dizzy.” This time she managed a satisfactorily dry, cautious tone.
He put his lips to her ear, and she could feel his hot breath against her skin. “You already are dizzy, my dear Miss Greaves. Your heart is pounding, your pulses are racing, and your nipples are hard. I’m willing to bet my sweet little virgin is wet.”
She frowned, ignoring the nipple part. “Wet?”
“Between your legs. It’s a sign of arousal, your body readying itself for mine.”
“That’s disgusting.”
The scars on her face really were a trifle – he’d seen worse on aristocrats who’d suffered from a surfeit of spots when they were young.
Mr Asshole: You’re going to say yes.
Miss Dumbass: No, I wont.
Mr Asshole: Yes, you will. Because you want me just as much as I want you. Your mouth may be full of lies but your body betrays you.
She tasted of the redemption he could never have, the fiery hell he was heading for. She tasted of everything he had ever wanted...
He needed Bryony, nothing but Bryony, breathing her, taking her, drowning in her.
Don't trust any of them. Someone's stealing money, and it looks like Kilmartyn's in league with them, no matter what excuses he makes. Don't trust Morgan either. Never trust a pirate. Something's going on, and I'll get to the bottom of it, or --
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He'd always liked a challenge, and she was so tightly buttoned up she might as well be wearing armor. How hard would it be to strip off that armor?
...
Yes, he did like a challenge. He wasn't sure whether he was going to seduce Mrs. Greaves, or simply see if he could make her smile, but he was always interested in a challenge.
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"...You know that I'm much better suited to being a housekeeper. Maids are supposed to be pleasant to look upon. Have you ever seen a maid who looks like me?" Bryony said evenly.
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In the darkness her scars were invisible, in the darkness this beautiful man wanted her, and she would endure anything for the bizarre glory of this deep, draining kiss.
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