The Captain's Bluestocking Mistress - Plot & Excerpts
He was wrong. There was no point in saying, I’m not going to hurt you. He’d taken her virginity with one thrust, and now he was destroying whatever was left of her innocence. He swallowed against the sour taste in the back of his mouth. It was time she knew the truth. He would never be the man she imagined him to be. He had lost that hope years ago. But he hated to see her hunched against the headboard of the bed they’d just shared, clutching the blankets to her naked breasts and staring at the foot of the bed with… disappointment? Perhaps she wasn’t afraid of him. She simply regretted she’d ever met him. He hadn’t meant things to go this far. The days with her were so damn exhilarating, and he wasn’t made of steel. He was made of broken promises. Xavier shoved his shaking fingers into his hair and looked away as self-recrimination washed through him. He’d wanted her to understand. But not like this. Not now. At last she comprehended the imprudence of offering her body to an illusion she’d constructed in her mind.
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