He pulled her close, his smile pure wickedness. “No, my love. I decided the moment I saw you tremble—and still refuse to run.”
“And if I refuse?”
He stopped behind her. She felt the warmth of his chest, the whisper of his breath against her ear. “Then you will stay here, Lady Evangeline, and learn what it truly means to be ruined by a duke.” Patimile Iubirii De Stephanie Laurens Pdf Download --LINK
Evangeline’s heart stuttered. “Then why not say so?”
Lady Evangeline knew she was playing with fire the moment she stepped into the Duke of Ashworth’s private study at midnight. The house party at Blackwood Manor hummed with sleeping guests, but she had not come for cards or whispered gossip. He pulled her close, his smile pure wickedness
The Duke’s smile was slow, dangerous, and heated. “I have waited six months to meet the woman brave enough to steal from me. I did not expect to find her so… captivating.”
She spun. The Duke leaned against the doorframe, holding a folded letter. Moonlight carved sharp angles across his face—hawkish nose, strong jaw, eyes the color of a stormy sea. He was not handsome in the polished way of London’s dandies. He was beautiful in the way a wolf was beautiful: untamed and utterly aware of his power. She felt the warmth of his chest, the
“Your brother,” he said softly, stepping closer, “accused me of seducing an innocent. Then he ran before I could answer.” He stopped a breath away. “The innocent in question was my cousin. I was protecting her from a blackmailer—a man your brother was foolish enough to trust.”