Nothing had gone as he planned. If only she had not spoken of her father and his. He had planned on gently seducing her tonight, getting her to relax, making her his wife. Her words had reminded him of the reason he married her. It was just as well. Today, he had almost forgotten. It didn’t matter, she was his whether she liked it or not. He was not through with her or her father. This night he vowed to make her his wife. Damon smiled, thinking about the scandalous gown he had the seamstress make for her. The material he had given her in London was perfect for the dress he had directed be made. His cock hardened thinking about her beauty seen through the thin, silky material. Tonight he would enjoy melting Lady Icicle. * * * * The light material caressed her skin. Caroline strolled across the bedroom to stand in front of her mirror. The gown was cut very low in the bodice, and sewn to go across her breast and wrap around her waist.
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