Bent Bare-Bottom Over The Duke's Lap
When spirited Eleanor sneaks into the Duke of Ravenswood's library, she never anticipates his commanding presence would ignite such forbidden heat. Adrian Blackwell's penetrating gaze strips away her facade, his firm hand at her back sending liquid fire through her veins.
She came to London to secure a suitable match through calculated charm. Instead, she'll find herself bent over his lap, bare flesh burning under his masterful palm, begging for the exquisite surrender only his dominance can provide.
