The Highwayman (Victorian Rebels, #1)

by Kerrigan Byrne

“Right after I teach you to read. Love is quite like reading, I expect. Once you know how, you can’t ever imagine not doing it.”

“Get out!” she insisted in an unsteady voice. “I’m indecent.” “That makes two of us.”

will force you to watch as I dismember whatever part of his body he dared to touch you with, and feed it to him,” he declared tightly.

His eyes locked with hers, onyx and ice, reaching for her like a pious man would reach out for a relic, or a godless man would reach for salvation.

“As in, Dorian Blackwell? If you’re married to the Black’eart of Ben More, I’m the bloody Duchess of York.” Gemma popped out of the embrace, staring at Dorian with the one eye that wasn’t swollen shut as if she’d only just noticed him. “I’ll be boffed,” she breathed. “Your Grace.” Dorian dipped his head at her, inwardly wincing at her injuries.

“I’m like this all the bloody time around you. I hate it. Do you know that? I have no control. I just want to fuck and fuck and fuck until nothing matters anymore. Until we can no longer move our limbs or lift our heads to eat.” He flexed his still-hard cock inside of her. “This is supposed to go away after I come. But it doesn’t. Not with you, wife. My passion is this insatiable perversion.”

She’d won her dangerous game. She wanted the love of the Blackheart of Ben More? It was hers, and all the danger and darkness that came with it.

She wasn’t dead. That shot wasn’t for her. She was alive! She was alive because he was still alive. And if her heart ever stopped beating, his soul would follow her.