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When did my life become so damn complicated? Hugh groaned and sank back into the velvet armchair in front of the fire.
When had those innocent, playful flirtations become desperate lust?
And what the f**k am I going to do with Anneliese? He would never hurt her. In fact, he could not even bear the thought of it. And yet he was fated to do that just by marrying her.
He ached to lay her down and f**k her. He would go slowly at first—after all she was a virgin. He’d break her tenderly and gently, loving her until her eyes rolled back in pleasure.
But after he had taught her the first lessons in s*x? Oh. Then he’d feel free to k****e that passion he saw burning in the depths of her eyes. Hard, rough s*x that would leave her sweating and exhausting. Sweet and endless love making until s
