“Ye forbade me to touch ye, wife. So do it yerself. Touch yerself for me.”
Olivia’s worst nightmare is coming true. The Elders sent an edict. She is to marry the monster who killed her family. They included an invitation. And a portrait. As if she could ever forget his face.
Only…the man who shows up is not the vicious beast she remembers. He looks…different. He’s just a man. A very handsome man who took everything from her.
She can’t let him touch her… No matter how she shivers under his gaze. *** “Nay touching. I willnae lie with ye, me Laird,” his bride declares. Cruel Laird Ragnall doesn’t blame her.
But the more she challenges him, the more obsessed he becomes. And he plans to have her begging and moaning beneath him before the month is over… Even if he has to burn the world to the ground.
