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

undeniable signature of a riding crop. Others were circular, puckered burns that had healed poorly. At the base of her neck, half hidden by her hair, was a dark, fresh welt that looked no more than a few days old. The history of her life was written in violence upon her flesh.

The heavy, stifling irritation Arthur had felt moments ago vanished. It was continue reading …