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

from the armchair. “Your grace,” she whispered. “Get into bed, Beatrice,” Arthur said. He kept his back to her, staring into the flames of the hearth. If he looked at her again, he was going to walk out into the stable, saddle his fastest horse, ride back to London, and beat Lord Croft to death with his bare hands.

“But the contract?” she stammered,continue reading …