CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT

In between her moments of fear and indignation, he'd glimpsed the half-starved glances she’d aimed his way. It was the effect he’d always had on women. The combination of danger, money, and looks was too irresistible for most females of the species—even a captive like Genevieve whom he had just pretend to love .He did not want to imagine how disappointed she must be .

He intended to make this as easy on her as possible, if she’d let him. Each tiny step toward complete submission would be rewarded. Each misstep, punished. By the time he was finished with her, she would crave him so deeply, she wouldn’t remember this had all started with her forceful loss of freedom.

It had been a long night, especially so close to Christmas. Though he couldn’t imagine his men caring one way or the other about how Genevieve had come to be here, the maid and the workers didn’t need to know. He’d have to make sure only the trusted ones have acess to her .

Once he’d made the choice to get involved in R