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

Arthur paused. His fingers froze on the ribbon. This was wrong. He had slept with women. He knew the difference between a virgin’s apprehension and genuine visceral terror. Her heart was hammering against her ribs so violently, he could see the lace vibrating over her chest.

“Beatrice,” he said sharply. She didn’t answer. Her breathing was shallow,continue reading …