Griffin leaned across the desk, his arms braced on the now-clear top, and stared into Wakefieldโs outraged eyes. โWe seem to be under a confusion of communication. I did not come here to ask for your sisterโs hand. I came to tell you I will marry Hero, with or without your permission, Your Grace. She has lain with me more than once. She may well be carrying my child. And if you think that Iโll give up either her or our babe, you have not done nearly enough research into my character or history.
Elizabeth HoytMuch of life is a game. If played skillfully, with an intelligent and fascinating opponent, it can become almost a dance. One challenges and moves, the other teases and skips away, only to dart forward later and strike a telling blow.
Elizabeth HoytHe grunted and stirred, withdrawing from her. She only had a moment to be disappointed and then he flipped her to her back and rose over her, powerful and male. He casually parted her legs with his knees and thrust into her again, hot and hard. She gasped at the swift invasion, the lovely feeling, and then his face was next to hers, his big palms cradling her cheeks. โWhat I want,โ he drawled, โis ye. Nothinโ else.
Elizabeth HoytNow, now," said Vale in a sickeningly sweet voice reminiscent of a nursery nanny. "I already gave him a drubbing for courting Emmie."Reynaud raised his eyebrows. "You did?""He did not," Hartley said even as Vale nodded happily. "I threw him down the stairs."Vale pursed his lips and looked skyward. "Not my recollection, but I can see how your memory of the event may've become hazy.
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