Connie Mason A Taste of Sin

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As night turned into a new day, Sinjun out of bed and dressed in the gray light of
dawn.
"The dance of Ravensdale is the first major event of the season," he said. Wear
something appropriate tonight. I boast of you in front of society. I'll be the envy of
London when it enters the dance with you in the arm.
"You're always the talk of the town," said Christy dryly. I'll wear a mask, of course.
"As you wish. I guess most women will, because it is the fashion-Sinjun leaned over
and touched her lips to his. But remember that you belong to me, and I defend my
possessions jealously.
Christy stiffened. Gross often arrogant, he thought coldly. He was possessive of all
women except one. His own wife. I expected no less of an Englishman. Hoped to
support his arrogance during the time he needed to become pregnant. As to his way of
making love, could endure throughout life, but hated to admit it. He had not wanted to
enjoy it, but what woman with blood in the veins may remain indifferent to a man so
sexy and experienced as Lord Sin? While Christy's experience was limited, had serious
doubts that there is any man who could make the competition as a fabulous lover.
"I pick at ten," continued Sinjun when there was silence between them. I trust that you
have not thought of dancing until dawn, because I doubt that can wait that long to re-
possess.
Christy swallowed a sour response and forced a smile.
-You do not have to worry, my lord. I'm yours ... until the day we parted.
"Yes," replied in a hoarse whisper Sinjun full of desire. As you say, my lady, you are
mine.
He returned to brush her lips with yours. Then she covered her breasts with her hands
and kissed both nipples.
Her eyes were blackened and burning and strongly marked features on the sharp
contours of the cheeks. His words startled her hungry and fierce. Would all men a
sexual charge as powerful as her husband? Look to every single thing in women?
Many men had watched with desire, but nothing I had experienced could compare to
the power of the hungry gaze of Lord Sin. He was devoured by her, as if her bones
melted. What had been naive to think that could emerge unscathed from this adventure
without your heart is damaged.
"Goodbye, sweet Sinjun Flora whispered on the lips. Until tonight.
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"Yes, until tonight," she whispered.
Taking leave happily with his hand, Sinjun left the room. Christy waited to hear his
footsteps descending the stairs before jumping out of bed. As he set foot on the
ground, he repented of his haste. I hurt all the bones in the body, though not
unpleasant, and the trouble between his muscular legs attested to the success of his
plan to seduce her husband. Only there was one thing that worried him. Was it the
seductive or seduced?
I kept turning the head to the thought as she pulled a shawl and approached the
window. He drew back the curtain just in time to see out of the alley Sinjun directing
their steeds down the street.
Christy moved away from the window the moment the door opened and Margot made
its appearance. The environments look slid his cousin Christy, checking its state with
an expert eye.
- Are you okay, girl? Do not hurt, right? If so, I will serve his testicles on a platter.
Christy suppressed a grin. He loved his cousin, but at times could become
overwhelmed. It was only a few years older than Christy, but Christy Margot had been
with since the two women lost their fathers and brothers in the battlefield of Culloden.
Margot's mother died shortly afterwards, and the old Angus took Margot to raise her
with Christy. Together, she and the somewhat cautious Margot, had conceived the
plan that had brought them to London.
-Sinjun not hurt me, Margot. Quite the contrary. However, I am a little sore. I could use
a hot bath.
"I take care of it," said Margot. Rory can rev you up the cubes. It would be nice to do
something useful while I'm here. God knows that lazy brute has hardly anything to do
in the garage.
"Complain all you want to Rory, but I'm glad he agreed to come with us. We could not
make the long journey from Scotland without him. He's a guy in which you can trust.
"You're the head of the clan and he would do anything for you. You'd better, if you
know what's good, "added Margot. I promised that I will return to his wife when
Glenmoore. Rory likes pigs as little English as any genuine inhabitant of the
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