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Theresa looked at him. The man looked so smug that he was actuallysmiling.
She resisted the urge to laugh at him and patted his face consolingly instead. “We shall see about that, my dear husband.” Then, she rose and kissed his cheek—the one that was not covered by his mask. “Thank you… forthis.”
She caught the playful eyebrow he raised as she lowered her gaze to her disheveled clothes, her cheeks heating up when she recalled just how he had undone her earlier.
And they had not even kissed, just as he had promised her.
“The pleasure was all mine, wife,” he murmured, a wicked smile curving his lips.
She stood still as he gathered up her stays and then buttoned up the back of her dress. She reached up to her hair and found it mussed beyond salvation.
“I… I think I can finish up by myself,” she stammered, suddenly feeling shy.
He nodded. “Very well. I shall step outside for some fresh air.”
“Thank you.”
As Theresa ran her fingers through her hair, he turned back, his hand on the doorknob.
“Is there something else?” She asked.
He nodded and looked at her, his eyes grave. “I must warn you not to provoke me or break my rules, Theresa. There shall be consequences for your behavior.”
She lifted her chin defiantly. “Then you shall find yourself gravely disappointed,my dear. Or you might as well ready theseconsequencesof yours.”
“Theresa,” he growled.
But she simply smiled serenely at him. “My dear husband, you will find that such threats have little to no effect on me.”
He glared at her once more and then stepped out, closing the door behind him with a click.
Especially if this is what I get for provoking you.
CHAPTER 10
It took more than an hour of walking the streets surrounding Blackwell Manor for Aaron to clear the picture of his new wife bent over his desk, his fingers deep inside her, from his head.
He dared not venture beyond the grounds for fear someone would notice what he was hiding—his hard cock, which longed for her touch.
He had been aroused by women before, certainly. But he had never thought he would marry a woman whowantedhim. Maybe not as badly as he wanted her, but someone who wanted him all the same.
Someone who looked at his mask and wasn’t repulsed by it, but leaned into it. If she had her way, he was certain she would take it off.
That must never happen, or he would lose what he had with her now. She would be just like the other women he had courted, who ran away from him, scared.
What Aaron bloody well needed was a glass of whiskey, or the entire thing—something strong to pour down his willing throat. Something that could take away the memory of her whimpers, the way her hair was mussed beyond help.
Aaron had thought marriage would be easy, transactional. They would lead separate lives, coming together only to attend social gatherings and produce an heir. There was nothing in there about a woman who dressed so provocatively that she lit the fire within him.
Despite his walk, his cock was still straining against his pants at the mere thought of what he would have liked to do to her.
My innocent little nun.
So many things she didn’t know and hadn’t experienced. She had no idea of life here in London,and no idea how married couples should interact. She would have to learn how to adhere to his rules for both their sakes.
She would end up heartbroken when she realized that he was not the man she had hoped to marry. He tried to push his past relationships to the back of his mind. This was a very different situation with a very different woman.
But the memory of what had happened and the prospect of whatcouldhappen haunted him even now.
