The Wedding Night Was a Cold Duty-Until the Duke Discovered the Marks She Hid Under Silk and Lace

raised her chin. Her face was a pale mask in the firelight. “I am aware,” Arthur started, his voice low, “that this arrangement is not born of affection. I am a practical man. I expect a quiet life, a managed household, and eventually an heir.”

She swallowed. He could see the movement in her throat. “But I am not a savage,” he continued. “I do not require continue reading …