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320 pages, Kindle Edition
First published July 31, 2018
The more he shaped himself into a man who would not fail again, the more vital the release became. He no longer craved the pain itself so much as the abandonment, the feeling of her power over him, the floor beneath his fingers. What had begun as penance had become a sacrament. He was grateful for it. It had saved him. It had taught him who he was.Poppy, who knows nothing about Charlotte Street or her husband’s submissive desires, is bewildered by their ‘business arrangement.’ Archer is eager to consummate the marriage and quick to introduce her to the joy and exhilaration of sex. The first twenty-four – idyllic – hours of their marriage are mostly spent naked, in each other’s arms, but when Poppy expresses curiosity about the scars on Archer’s back (some still healing), he shuts down and castigates her for wanting more from him than they agreed he would give.
He did not wish to imagine what his country nurserywoman, with her scent of grass and dewy skin and twenty-five years of self-discipline and moral rectitude would make of a man who sometimes longed to tremble on his knees. What was solace to him was to the greater world perversion.Hurt and proud, Poppy gives as good as she gets – sex for the purpose of procreation and nothing else.
“I’m not looking for romance. I’m looking for a wife.”
