Chapter Twenty-Seven
Delila was in her room preparing for sleep, and for the housemaid that often affixed her to the bed. It was rare that she was left alone like this, but she had endured this for so many weeks that the treatment seemed like second nature to her now. She didn’t even think of pleasuring herself in a stolen moment of lust.
When she heard the lock in the door, however, she was surprised to see the Baron, not the housemaid, entering the room. With his appearance, after so many days of not seeing him at all, she found her heart leaping to its feet, especially seeing the kind expression in his eye—even though it was a kindness that faded quickly.
“You’re going to tie me tonight?” she asked him.
“Yes, but no . . .” he hedged.
“What does that mean?”
“Hush. You’ll find out q
