"Listen to me," he said, his voice even and intense, "and listen well, because I'm only going to say this once. I desire you. I burn for you. I can't sleep at night for wanting you. Even when I didn't you, I lusted for you. It's the most maddening, beguiling, damnable thing, but there it is. And if I hear one more word of nonsense from your lips, I'm going to have to tie you to the bloody bed and have my way with you a hundred different ways, until you finally get it through your silly skull that you are the most beautiful and desirable woman in England, and if everyone else doesn't see that, then they're all bloody fools." Kate wouldn't have thought it possible for her mouth to fall open while she was lying down, but somehow it did. One of his brows arched into what had to be the most arrogant expression ever to grace a face. "Is that understood?" She just stared at him, not quite able to form a response. He leaned down until his nose was a mere inch from hers. "Is that understood?" She nodded. "Good," he grunted. -Anthony & Kate"