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

a casualty. He caught the sleeve of the silk gown and pulled it down her arm. Beatrice gasped, finally opening her eyes, trying to twist away. “No, please.” “Hold still,” Arthur commanded. The gravel in his voice was gone, replaced by something cold and dangerously quiet.

He spun her around by the waist, careful to grip her only where the silk covered continue reading …