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couldn’t take a lover, not one of her own choosing, and she certainly couldn’t allow herself to indulge her whims with Synclair.
    She might never be able to leave him.
    â€œEnough, Synclair.”
    She trembled, need flowing through her like a swollen river. She wrapped her arms around herself, seeking solace while denying herself what she craved.
    â€œYou have had what you wanted and now I am going to return to the palace. You may have your leave from Ryppon, but I do not have freedom from my guardian.”
    He released his cock, allowing her to see it clearly. The staff was thick and long, reminding her of the pinch that had assaulted her when she took it. It was the largest cock she’d ever ridden, without doubt.
    â€œYou shall have your leave of that bastard viscount, if I must kill him to gain it.”
    She gasped, fear cutting through her passion instantly.
    â€œYou must not say such things! Biddeford is a noble. You would be put to death for harming him. You must dispense with this notion of sheltering me.”
    She shivered, lament filling her for all of the things that they could not afford to share with each other. She drew in a deep breath to steady her nerves and fortify her resolve.
    â€œI must go.”
    â€œAnd so you shall, Lady.”
    Surprise made her gasp but it turned into a shriek when Synclair rushed her, capturing her body and raising it far enough up into the air to be dumped over the footboard of the large bed. He dropped her and her body bounced in a jumble of limbs as she tried to push herself up. She rose onto her knees, only to be knocked backward when Synclair jumped over the footboard, lunging like a large predator, stretching out his body and hooking her around her waist with one large arm. They both landed stretched out on the surface of the bed, the ropes creaking from the motion of their landing.
    â€œYou shall go to my bed and you shall bend to my will.”
    Synclair slid one hand beneath her shoulder and rolled her over onto her belly. He trapped her there with his own body, lying alongside her and allowing enough of his weight to rest on her to keep her in place.
    â€œSynclair, you must dispense with this notion of yours.”
    He pulled the lace on her stays in response, releasing the knot and using his fingers to pull the length of cord free from the eyelets that ran down the back of the garment.
    â€œI have chased you for over two years, Justina. What makes you think that I will dispense with anything now that I have you exactly where I want you?”
    â€œI left you for another. Doesn’t your pride have an issue with that?”
    He pulled on the lace and she watched it sail over the edge of the bed before another firm hand turned her onto her back. She wished he hadn’t turned her when she caught sight of his face. His features were drawn into a tight mask of male frustration. He leaned over her, pressing her to the bed with his wide chest.
    â€œYou went to another’s bed because that bastard Biddeford ordered you to. That is not leaving me. You had no choice.” His eyes narrowed. “He makes you whore for his gain.”
    â€œExactly. Which is why I tell you to set your sights on a more worthy woman.”
    His fingers gently closed her lips, lightly pressing against them to stop her from speaking further.
    â€œI cannot change the fact that I am drawn to you, Justina, any more than you may alter the fact that you cannot resist my touch. Admit that you are where you have longed to be. I saw it in your eyes, even as you told me to leave you. I saw it.”
    She wouldn’t. Her head began shaking back and forth, denying him and herself.
    â€œI believe I like your resistance more than I would have enjoyed your surrender, for it grants me the challenge of taming you.”
    There was thick promise in his tone and she witnessed it flickering in his eyes as well. Her belly twisted in response, anticipation beginning to