BRIGID
It felt good.
Too good to be true. Exciting. Mind-blowing.
At first, she had snapped out of it, come to her senses, and swore never to go to his chamber again. But it haunted her. She was distracted from her work all day, and when she lay on her bed, the memory of that night tormented her terribly. She began touching herself.
Those parts he had touched, she mimicked the movements, moaning at the sensations.
But it was never enough.
Before she knew it, she was standing before his door.
“Bend over the table,” his order came the moment she stepped inside.
There was something strange about the way her body obeyed him. Perhaps it reminded her of how the Grand Lord commanded—his voice had always turned her on.
And there, she imagined Lucas being the one taking her this way, even
