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Evie bit her lower lip and nodded.

“If anything becomes too much for you,” he warned her, “just tell me. It might damned well kill me to stop, but I will. For you.”

But she did not want him to stop. Not now at least.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked her again.

Evie nodded, more resolutely this time.

And then, her vision went black.

CHAPTER 23

He had only meant to scare her a little. To show her that he was not the gentleman she had thought him to be.

Who would have thought that his sweet little fawn would willingly walk into the Wolf’s den?

When he covered her eyes with the blindfold, it had taken every drop of his remaining self-control not to take her right then and there.

The silk black ribbon contrasted with the pale dewiness of her skin. It stood out like a slash of darkness against the light, reminding him of their differences.

To him, Evie was sunshine and innocence and all things good and pure.

He was the complete opposite of all of that.

“Are you afraid?” he asked her softly.

You should be.

She shook her head, the motion sending waves of her dark hair cascading over her silk-encased shoulders. Daniel narrowed his eyes at the sight. He would need to remedy that.

He grabbed a fistful of the silken sleeve of her robe and slowly dragged it off her shoulder to reveal the gauzy lace beneath it. The sight of her curves through the gossamer fabric elicited a growl from the back of his throat.

What the hell was Madame Dumosse using to make these nightdresses? A spider’s web?

He felt her shiver at the low sound that rumbled in his chest and smiled against her skin.

“You have been a very naughty girl, my Duchess,” he crooned into her shoulder. “Wantonly breaking every rule I set. Your insubordination will not go unpunished this time…”

A soft whimper escaped her, exciting him even more, if such a thing was even possible. With a soft grunt, he pulled at the laces just underneath her gorgeous breasts, and the garment easily slid off her shoulder. Impatiently, he yanked it off her sweet body, sending it pooling around her feet.

Evie was now standing before him wholly naked. The shadows danced and flickered over her luscious curves, her dark hair cascading down her back, contrasting starkly with her pale skin.

His member throbbed almost painfully at the glorious sight before him, eager for a taste of her.

But not yet. Not tonight.

He nudged her closer to the bed, and she stumbled along. If it had not been for her guiding him, she might have fallen, blinded as she was by the ribbon that now obscured her vision.

“Lie down on the bed,” he instructed her.

She nodded again and groped at the velvet sheets before she crawled into his bed. The sight nearly brought him down to his knees and made him burst out of his breeches.

Evie lay down on the bed. Instinctively, she moved to cover her chest and the tuft of curls between her legs, but he let out a warning growl, and she immediately desisted.

He watched as her breath came out in soft, little gasps, her breasts heaving as she awaited his next move. She was surprisingly compliant tonight, and he found her submission all the more titillating.

“I am nothing like your other gentleman suitors,” he whispered harshly as he climbed into bed with her. “I will do suchbadthings to you. Things that you have never imagined I am capable of doing…”

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