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Her boldness only served to remind him that he had strayed into a world of masculine privilege even greater than the one he had left behind in England all those years ago. Here a man's word literally was law, and women were considered little more than pretty playthings to be used and then discarded when a man's attention wandered to a more enticing pleasure.
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The wicked gleam had returned to his eyes. "Why the sudden urgency? From what I understand, you're not scheduled to get married until the sixth anniversary of your twenty-first birthday."
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Ash swept his gaze over the room. "Well, we have a vicar, guests, and a bride. It seems all we're lacking is a groom." "Are you volunteering yourself for the position, Captain?" Clarinda asked primly. "I heard a rumor that you'd recently become unemployed." Moving closer to her, Ash lifted one shoulder in a nonchalant shrug. "This may be my only chance to catch you between fiances. And besides, where am I going to find a corpulent sodomit..
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Gwendolyn had been seeking to atone for her father's sins, but instead she found herself exalted by this potent combination of power and vulnerability, both Bernard's and hers. She was no longer his captive, but a willing supplicant on the altar of his pleasure. Her absolution was sweeter than anything she had anticipated, but not nearly as sweet as the moment when Bernard dropped to his knees and pressed her cheek to his thundering heart.
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I'll give you a ten-thousand-dollar bonus if you can get them to stop calling me the 'Boy Billionaire.' It makes me feel like Bruce Wayne without the Batmobile. And I did just turn thirty-two. I hardly qualify as a 'Boy' anything.
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