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“A spy, my lord.”
They had her slender arms gripped tight. Her hands were tense, fisted. She was taut and lithe as a sapling. I cocked my head, intrigued.
The girl is beautiful and defiant and an enemy…and Lord Asher of Kaldstein won’t let anyone question her but himself. Asher will find a way to make her tell her secrets, using her own desires against her.
The sight of her splayed out nearly naked made me stiff. She lay back in her bonds, her skin luxuriant in the torchlight.
But even after he torments her with pleasure in the dim dungeon, Asher finds that his lusts aren’t nearly sated, and he has her brought to his chambers.
I let her hang there, while I worked. I dipped my quill in its vial, spreading wet ink over parchment. She was a fine distraction. I got up and approached her again, lured to that helpless feminine form. I whisked the feathery edge of the quill across her skin. She quivered. I brushed it across her tender stomach, watching her skin twitch and spasm with the sensation.
But the more fond Asher becomes of his new pet, the more he lets his guard down. Can he trust her, or will she find a way to escape her chains and turn the tables on him?