-light, insistent, sending waves of heat through he

g back just enough to murmur against her mouth

from the force of the bite. "Just r

g estate. In her own marital bedroom. And some lo

so hard her lips t

er gently against

rd line of his brow shadowed his eyes, but she could fee

ve her knee upward with every ounce of

t o

, he caught her knee, his hand sliding down

was laced with amusement

he moment she moved, he used her momentum a

agrance of restraint and maturity, a stark contrast to his actions. The discon

lee stopped wasting her energy. She w

e cold and steady. "This is our marital bedroom.

ing your own husband accountable? Tell the butler? The s

e not Z

kes you

chary can't walk.

her lips. "Rumors can't always be trusted. I expected you to

wer struggles within wealthy families. A man like Zachary might feign weakness

sary. And from everything she knew, Za

disability had no reason to fak

ade sense: this man wa

berately. "I don't care who you are or what you want, but you are on the Harding

tion. As she spoke, she slid a scalpel from her bag

th casual ease, twisting the scalpel from her grasp. He leaned in, his breath a warm, la

e hell

repeated question w

ha

ng family files Sean had given

ce only deepened

suppose that makes sense. I'm a ca

awn, Zachary's baby brother. Does t

looded her head as she shoved him away with all her might, s

wl, ground out through clenched tee

ed onto the sofa, lit a ciga

roamed over her, slow and proprietar

gs don't work-he probably can't perform in b

handsome face and scoffed. "

"What wedding nights are