The Baron's New Mistress (The Baron and the Peasant Bride #4)

MALE POWER PLAY – JUS PRIMAE NOCTIS

WHEN THE BARON INVOKES HIS RIGHT TO THE BRIDE'S FIRST NIGHT...

The Baron and the Bride pass dinner and dancing, and now they are on the threshold to the bedchambers. Alaina Duvre is apprehensive but excited, fully knowing her first night as a bride will not be as bad or miserable as she thought for she will be in the Baron’s caring and capable arms.

But the Baron surprises her when he gives her the choice to decline. He truly only wanted to give her old husband a lesson… but it will be her choice if she wants to give her virginity up for a first night with him.

Alaina is undecided. There is no question that she is willing, but she is worried her inexperience will not satisfy the Baron. She declines, and the Baron withdraws... but the heated tension in the night is oppressive, and the call to partake of the feast each other's arms can provide is tempting.

Will Alaina change her mind and take a risk in the exciting game of desire happening under the roofs of the Baron's chateau?

WARNING: erotic description of love scenes in the story... for mature readers only.

EXCERPT

“My father arranged the marriage. He is rich, and he can make my life comfortable, my father said. But… I don’t believe that only money can make one happy.” She watched her hands as they laid, quivering and restless, on her lap. “I am happy living in my father’s farm, doing what I can to help out. I believe I will be happier growing old without a husband than being m-married…” She gasped, stunned that she was saying too much of her thoughts and wishes. She looked up at him with wide eyes. “Forgive me, I did not mean to imply that men are—“

“Can be despicable, yes,” he cut in, smiling. “And it is true.” He sighed. “I am happy to be able to give you a day’s respite from your troubles. I hope I can do… more.”

“Oh no, Laurent. I do not wish to burden you more. I am very grateful for what you have done and what I have experienced because of you tonight. I never thought I will ever I… I know I will remember this for the rest of my life!”

And to her utter embarrassment, she felt tears forming in her eyes. She turned away to hastily hide them. What must he think? Why was she embarrassing herself in front of him?

Then she took a deep breath again, and hardened her resolve. “Laurent, I’m… I’m ready. Just tell me what to do and I’ll do it. I—“

“Ready for what?”

She looked at him. “What? I mean, I’m ready for my f-first night.”

“No, you’re not,” he said, and with conviction, too. “You are not ready. A woman’s virginity is not something to be taken by force. You do not even know me before this day.”

She stared at him. “But I thought—I mean. You have been getting me ready. I think that I am.”

“Don’t think that I do not want to. In fact…” he paused, then looked down at her lips. And he suddenly had that hungry look on his face that she had first seen when he kissed her this afternoon in the riverbank. She gulped.

“You want to kiss me again,” she said abruptly, wanting it so much that she was afraid he would withdraw if she did not say anything.

“Oh, yes, ma bichette.”

“Then please, kiss me.