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PROLOGUE

Her eyes snapped open in the dark of the night A step in the wooden stair Him Her heart skipped a beat and went into overdrive Not fear Not apprehension Her blood raced in her veins Another step and her breasts peaked Coht As she waited every single night The steps reached the top She gulped oxygen into her anxious lungs The door opened and fire melted in her centre As it always happened since he started coht her a piece of paradise A taste of sweetness A relief after each hard working day

As the door caht lit her wide-open dark brown eyes She ot the Paralyzed with overwhelht For those ht it’d be…

“Sarah…” His grave silken voice covered the darkness as a soft blanket His tall fra “Sarah, I need you”

Hisdesire through her middle She saw the candle move to the small shelf beside the door, as it closed soundlessly He neared her

“Please, let me…” His voice sounded like honey in her ears In the dio to his fine evening trousers

“Yes, my lord” She breathed out so softly that it felt h’s ears His desire went to mindless level

What the hell did he ask her about? Her boss, the Earl of Hawkmore and she, his downstairsThey co They took whatever they wished They were entitled to They were titled, period

He jerked his trousers urgently open, revealing his hard bulkyfor her, only her Not his designed wife, never the countess His cool, highly born, arranged- on that cot Sohts, in his blood Kept hi it for his desire, cli it for his release For his damnation, his salvation

He bent one knee on the hard cot er in her eyes, parted lips And his blood ran in his veins like lava He wanted to set a house for her He wanted to settle her as his mistress He would do that To hell with his peers’ opinions! He could not live like this anymore! He could not live with the trail of hot rush that she left behind every time she passed by him on her chores Heaven and hell to have her around all day He felt like dragging her to his chale time his eyes met hers

Sarah saw hih coverlet from her bonny body Not lush with curves Her worn chemise hid her pluazed hiht would be the last of it The last for her The last ever Sadness bubbled inside her, but she pushed it back She would not cry Not in front of hier Specially after…