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“You are trying to frighten me,” she murmured, lifting her eyes to meet his gaze.
“Yes,” he agreed. “Is it working?”
“It is,” she replied. “But it is a good sort of fear, I think. The sort of fear that, once confronted, transforms into something exciting.”
God help him. What was she trying to do to him? Didn’t she understand why he could not do this? At the moment, however, he had a damned hard time recalling the reasons himself.
“I am not like other masters, Sophie,” he whispered. “There’s a darkness inside of me—”
“You have never spoken a harsh word to me in the time we have been wed,” she interjected. “Nor have you placed a harmful hand upon me. Even when I found you with Minette and Lord Tyrell, I was not truly afraid.”
“No, only disgusted,” he reminded her. “Because the things I do—the things I want to do to you—they are despicable. The look in your eyes the day you witnessed what I am capable of … I never want to see it again.”
Arching her back and pressing herself more fully against him, she smirked. “I suppose you shall have to do your best to deliver the pleasure you promised, will you not?”
The erection fighting against the front of his breeches grew painful, the blood filling the organ causing it to throb.
“Are you, or are you not, a man of precision and control in every aspect of your existence?” she asked when he did not respond.
He nodded, still incapable of speaking with the delicious temptation of her thrumming pulse beneath his fingers and her breasts seducing him with every breath she took.
“Then I trust you,” she said. “I trust you to teach me. I am your wife, Simon. If you are to act as master to someone, why should it be anyone except me?”
He flexed his fingers against her throat and pulled her even closer, until not a breath of space existed between them. She had never expressed such trust in him before. She had also never called him by his given name … and had done so now twice during this encounter.
Could he take what she offered him? Marrying her had done nothing to chase away his dark cravings. If anything, his desire for her had only exacerbated them. What could it hurt to give her just a taste of his dominance? He would be far gentler with her than any of the other women he’d mastered, and she’d never know the difference.
Lowering his head until their lips touched, he growled, “That’s ‘My Lord’ to you.”
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Sexy heroes … sassy heroines … electrifying erotic romance.
Victoria Vale has written over two dozen Romance and Young Adult novels under various pseudonyms. As a lover of erotic romance, she enjoys nothing more than a sexy hero paired with a sassy heroine, flavored with a dash of spice and lots of heat. A wife and mother of three, she enjoys reading (of course), cooking, sewing … and other activities that aren’t appropriate for inclusion in a biography.
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