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Chapter One

He’d been watching her froht, obscure because that was the aura that Miles intended to convey when he was in a conte hi in the soft lights, shter, produced by the wine flowing through her veins, he was deep in his thoughts of having her And he would have her, there was no doubt of that

Perhaps, only he could see beneath the exuberant surface of her behavior to the darker wo there, the one that craved the control he could furnish He was used to such women, but this one in particular was extraordinarily fascinating He could devise a life for her that would be like no other He could provide the wicked venue in which this Miss Tessa Cotille could safely play There was no greater satisfaction for him than to possess such a creature

He watched as she gyrated her hips, the soft swell of her belly undulating against the thighs of the man in front of her Her bottom danced on the air, pert and fully round It would take punishht She was naked underneath the short red dress with the cutouts at the sleeves He knew that by the way her nipples pushed against the red fabric, and the way one or two strands of pubic hair poked through the knit

Ah the nipples! Exquisite jewels! He iold ornah the flesh

It took only moments to know that she was the one, and just seconds to have his plan firmly laid

Teeks later she was in his house, his guest The party was lush, and the guests were lewdly dressed He was glad she’d chosen to wear leather Her hips ether by the bustier, jiggled, threatening to spill out over the top

He ih it would take some time to nurture their relationship before he could have her that completely

He’d begin this night

“Miss Cotille, I’lad you could join me,” Miles Bryce said, as he strolled to her side “You dance well”

“Thank you, Mr Bryce,” she said, her sultry eyes staring directly into his “And I like your party”

“Why’s that?” he inquired He liked her fresh, innocent nature

She danced around her words for a moment, her face flushed with expressive warmth “Freedom, Mr Bryce, freedom I don’t allow myself to be so brash many places In your home it feels perfectly comfortable”

“I’lad that pleases you, my dear, please call me Miles”

“Miles,” she nodded He was an older h he didn’t seem to care about the difference, so why should she? He was astonishingly direct in his e of things around them, who manipulated their environment in the ways that pleased them So feere really adept at the art In fact, only one man that she could remember had held her captive the way she liked Unfortunately, he was not devoted to her He was devoted only to his own sensual pleasure; the wo fancy in his heart She soon passed from his fancy, discarded for another woman

This ht

She was eternally optimistic

Miles was not obtrusive that night, at least not until the end Froh they didn’t speak again She found hi at her while she danced; and he discovered her looking for his staring eyes more than once

By the end of such a night, so highly aroused, she was the kind of wo She’d land inby any standard, but falling into the last arms that claimed her

Miles knew this She was easy to read, Tessa Cotille, a baanton wench at heart She would fall into the saht, except that Miles intended to rescue her for his own designs

“Tessa,” he said sharply He needed to raise his voice; her level of inebriation was so elevated, she needed his sharp tone to penetrate the woozy bliss she was feeling

“Mr Bryce!” she exclai around She was on the patio for a breath of fresh air

“Miles…” he corrected her