The Days of Your Innocence are Long Gone. She didn't get very far before a powerful hand closed over one slim shoulder and yanked her back. He spun her round with frightening strength. Look at me! he demanded with inborn arrogance, glittering dark eyes scanning her pale, distraught face. Your freedom is gone and not only for now, cara. It's gone for as long as I want. I will keep you and I will clothe you and you will not make a single move that you haven't cleared with me first. You are mine and you had better start adjusting to that idea fast. I am not the most patient of men.
by Lynne Graham
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