The Unlovely Bride (Brides of Karadok, #2)

by Alice Coldbreath

“You should probably put everything your mother ever told you about beddings out of your head. When I take you, you’ll be on all fours. I like it rough and I like it loud. If there must be words, then they won’t be sweet.”

“You think I would take money from a man who had rather you had died, than recovered?” he demanded with an angry glint in his eye.

“You gave me sleepless nights and restless days. I ached for you, here.” He grasped her hand and slid it over his heart. “Right in my black heart.”