Dominic’s eyes glinted, as if that was the very thing he wanted her to say. He undid her cloak where it was latched at her collarbone then his hands moved to her skirt. He moved it in his hands, pausing to speak. “You have no rights whatsoever, but that is not because I took them from you.” Oh, how she reviled that fact, and he knew it. She’d ranted about it often enough, much to his amusement. It felt far too much as if he was making her face the paltry existence her s*x was fated to, something she balked against as a woman who could outthink most men. “The patent in your name,” he offered, “in exchange for something I want.” Her lips parted, objection hovering there, but need put its own spin on her reaction, making her moan with longing instead. Without further ado he tugged her skirts
