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Lädt ... Temporary Marriagevon Kay Thorpe
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"His free hand slid up and under her arm, finding her breast in a caress that made her skin tingle, fingers registering her immediate and totally involuntary, response. 'Just to keep you ticking over,' he murmured, and gave her a light slap on the behind as he let her go. 'Now we both know where we stand.'"
... He shook his head, cruelty in the line of his mouth. 'I want more than just the bare satisfaction. I want to hear you beg. And before I'm through with you that's exactly what you will do--beg me to take you.'
"Temporary Marriage" is strangled in the British class system. Six years ago, Regan, daughter of the landed gentry, spitefully spurned Keir, son of the local postman. Now she offers him a marriage of convenience in order to keep her manor-- under the terms of her father's will. But he overturns the agreement, forcing her to "eat humble pie."
'Then what do you want?'
'You.' The inflection was hard and unyielding. 'I want you, Regan. I always did.'
In the sudden stillness the tick of the long case clock out in the hall seemed to fill the whole house. She stared at him in stunned dismay, scarcely knowing how to react.
'You can't be serious,' she whispered at last. 'We made a bargain, Keir!'
'We got married,' he came back. 'That gives me certain unassailable rights.... I came back here to find a girl who once made a fool of me, hoping to extract an appropriate penalty. You handed me my opportunity on a platter. Do you think I'm going to waste it?'
The heroes of some early 1980's HP cross the line from Alpha to Alph-hole, redeeming themselves on the last page with a confession of love. it's not worth reading that far. ( )