I arrived to finalize the betrothal with Wallace. The paperwork has become something else entirely.We review the registry in his locked study. Every review ends with him taking my innocence over the desk until I cannot hold back. Each encounter goes further than the last.I could end this before the papers are signed. I never do. The threat of scandal and rival interference grows, yet I return for what only he can take from me.Scorching Victorian defloration erotica ...

I locked the door after Adelaide admitted the constant proximity was eroding her resolve. Lamplight pooled across the open ledgers while dust drifted between us. My hand settled at the small of her back, and I waited for the obedience she still tries to deny.The estate needs this marriage and her signature on the documents. What I crave is her surrender. I need her palms braced on the desk as she accepts the discipline her sharp tongue earns. Her questions falter only when I give a...

My duty demands I keep every distance from Neve Kent until the contract is signed, yet her delicate presence in the royal archives shatters my control. Her slender neck flushes pink whenever my eyes linger too long, and I find myself imagining how her yielding body would fit against the fencing scar along my bicep.The doors begin to close behind us at midday, trapping the open dispatch and our hovering hands above the papers. Claiming her innocence now, before the alliance is secur...

I married Madeleine to keep the estate from my cousin's hands, yet the moment the study door locked the title felt like the smaller prize. She watches me with defiance masking the hunger she will not name, that birthmark a mark I intend to claim with more than my eyes. The cane leans ready against the desk.Her skirts will rise because I command it, because every order I give binds her closer and threatens to unmake the walls I built after my mother's death. She will learn the cost ...

I swore never to let flesh rule my soul, but Lydia stands in the candlelit vestry thick with dust and smoke, her chin lifted in challenge as the papers that will make her my bride lie between us like a challenge I cannot ignore. Her inheritance requires my name on the deed while my vows demand I uphold the duty that brought us here, yet every glance from her makes the air heavier with what I refuse to name.Yet the urge to pull her across my lap and deliver the punishment her defian...

In the torchlit halls of the royal court, Jessamine MacLeod stands before Prince Lachlan Sutherland as he claims her clan's future with a contract that requires her total surrender. His muscular presence and the small scar at his mouth remind her of the authority she has tried to resist, yet her bitten lip betrays the pull toward his control.The worn ledger lies open on the assembly table while his fingers brush its edge, then guide her forward into the position that will seal thei...

Thomas Fraser commands his regiment with unyielding precision, but the arrival of his late superior's ward shatters the discipline he maintains at all costs. Eleanor's wide eyes and immediate compliance to his authority stir a forbidden hunger, one that risks both his upcoming appointment and the rigid self-control he cannot afford to lose.Behind the locked door of the map room, with rain still falling outside, he gives the order for her to hold still. His scarred forearm rests nea...

Wallace Avery needs his bride's surrender to secure the inheritance, yet the count's iron command hides a deeper hunger born of years alone. Eleanor arrives as an alliance on paper, but her calm obedience stirs something he refuses to name.The deadline presses close. Before midnight the marriage must be sealed or a rival will tear it apart. In shadowed corners and against library tables, his dominance meets her yielding form, each touch sharpening the edge between duty and possessi...

Frederick Palmer's new bride stands in the archive room with her skirts already lifted, the contract demanding far more than her hand in marriage. His hand rests at the small of her back, the first spank suspended in the dusk light between them. Kenna's sharp voice falters as his quiet authority meets her resistance, each word drawing out the submission she craves beneath her independence.The baron knows this discipline will bind them tighter than any legal tie, yet it risks exposi...

The viscount milks her breasts whenever tension rises.Philippa stays at the estate for the safety he provides. Her full breasts answer his hunger in the dairy when debts threaten the viscount's control. He leads her to the milking bench and drinks from her until she softens against him. The baron’s claim grows louder each day, yet she remains and yields more with every summons. He needs her milk to stay strong. She needs his protection to stay whole. Their arrangement deepens with ...

I married a colonel to keep the last of my father's land. I have a sharp tongue and no talent for holding it.I never expected to want the man who corrects it.He runs the estate reviews the way he ran a regiment. He gives an order once. Then he waits.At the last review I said something clever and found myself over the desk with my skirts up. He made me count.His hand is scarred from the war. It held me perfectly steady while I did.That is the shame of it...

Gabriel takes Kenna's milk to hold the estate.Their practical alliance to save the debt-threatened estate forces close quarters. Kenna yields her body because the land depends on Gabriel's success. He maintains strict control over the property and the woman who feeds him.Every crisis or planning session draws them to the library desk. Gabriel opens her bodice and draws her milk in long pulls while their bodies join. The rhythm of his mouth and hands matches the urgency of t...