King's Ransom. Jackie Ashenden

watched me as I pulled up my dress, telling me what to do in his deep, harsh voice...

      God, so hot. And now there was an ache between my legs, a throbbing heat. I wanted him to touch me, to make good on all the threats he’d delivered the night before, but, given the way he was standing there, the expression on his face utterly impassive, it was obvious he had no intention of doing so.

      Dammit.

      Did that mean that my one and only chance for getting back at Dad, of having any kind of choice about being with a man I