When Dreams Are Made
He watched her for a long moment, the anger in his eyes unmistakable. She imagined he was thinking of ways to punish her, but nothing prepared her for what he said next.
"Strip."
It was one word, but she doubted if she heard him correctly the first time, was he really going to punish her?
"What… what was that?" She asked innocently.
"Strip, Nancy."
"I won't."
"So you refuse me, I see." he said it lightly, the evil smile still playing on his lips. "That will not stop me from having you though"
"You won't." She said firmly
"Won't I?"
She had expected to arouse his anger tonight, but nothing prepared her for the icy rage that contorted his features and the resentment and coldness in his eyes.
"Has he touched you yet?" Derek asked suddenly, his eyes still hard on her and his look ever so cold.
"Depends on the kind of touch you mean," She replied in a soft, tempting voice, "He has touched me in certain ways. But you are my husband and I should not be telling you that.”
"No," he returned coldly. "We are just master and slave, nothing else links us.”
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Forced to marry against their will, Nancy must not only prove to Derek Lincoln that she was never his lost betrothed, but she must also prove to the parents of his real betrothed that she is not their daughter.
But when a man is this beautiful and yet so arrogant, God knows loving him could not be so difficult. Except he is strongly involved with his mistress, who would give anything to have him, even if it meant killing his present wife.
But was he worth it? Nay. To him, she is just a personal whore.
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