A Carnal Agreement
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by Silvia Violet
Category: Romance/Historical Fiction
Description: How far would you go for revenge? Cassandra Braxton's husband, Viscount Reddington, is evil incarnate. When he is murdered, she cannot mourn him, especially when he continues to plague her from beyond the grave. His will stipulates that she cannot claim her inheritance unless she has a child. The clause is a cruel joke. Reddington never consummated the marriage. Refusing to be defeated, Cassandra conspires to keep Reddington's death a secret. She goes to the home of Mark Foxwood, a handsome rake she has admired from afar, and makes an outrageous proposition. After being mocked by the woman he loved, Mark Foxwood retires to the country to spend the winter months alone. When Cassandra breezes into his study and asks him to get her with child, he is aroused and provoked by her determination. He agrees to her offer, but as he teaches her about fleshly delights, her open, honest passion pulls at his heart. Her love may be the only thing that can save him from despair. Product Warnings Warning, this title contains the following: explicit sex, graphic language, BDSM.
eBook Publisher: Samhain Publishing, Ltd., 2006
eBookwise Release Date: February 2011
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [345 KB]
Reading time: 224-314 min.
"I will give you one more chance to reconsider. I am not a gentleman. You cannot expect me to behave as one when I bed you."
She gave him a tight smile. "If I expected such, I would never have come here."
He started to follow her to the door, but she turned and said. "I can show myself out."
He gripped her arm. "I wish to seal our bargain."
Cassandra stepped back, intending to tell him there was no need, but her protest died when he pulled her hard against him.
His lips hovered inches from hers. She could scarcely breathe.
"Does the lovely viscountess have a name? I refuse to use titles in bed."
"Cassandra. My name is Cassandra." It came out as a choked whisper.
"Excellent, you may address me as Mark."
"Cassandra, darling, you have any idea how much danger you are in?"
"What do you mean?" She never got an answer. Instead, he brought his mouth down on hers.
There was nothing gentle about the way he kissed her. He was branding her as his property rather than sealing their bargain. Yet her body responded in ways she'd never dreamed of. Heat flooded her, and an aching tightness coalesced at the juncture of her thighs. She couldn't breathe. She thought her lungs would burst, but she didn't want him to stop.
When his tongue pressed against her lips, forcing them open, she moaned. Her response mortified her, but she couldn't help it. He stroked the inside of her mouth with his tongue, and her knees buckled. She would have crumpled to the floor if he hadn't wrapped his arms around her back, bringing her whole body in contact with his.
His hips pressed into hers, and the hard ridge of his arousal made her shiver. At least he wasn't going to have any problem fulfilling the bargain. He rubbed himself against her, and of their own volition, her hips moved to meet his. She leaned into him, craving more contact, but he broke off the kiss and pushed her away.
She stumbled before she could stand up straight. When she looked at him, his chest was heaving and he'd braced himself on his desk. She was grateful he also struggled for air. If he'd been unaffected, she might have died from embarrassment.
"That definitely had promise," he said, when his breathing had returned to normal. "I think I might rather enjoy our little arrangement."
Cassandra's heart raced. She had to get out of there. "Go. Gather your things. Don't bother with too many clothes. I don't think you'll be wearing them often."