Camelia’s face reddened with jealousy, but she didn’t back down. “Is that another of your ‘lessons’? Because I’m not afraid of you, Raph, no matter how much you threaten me.”
He stood, his shirt falling open, revealing more of the jagged scar like a silent testament to his guarded past. Camelia held in a gasp. He stepped towards her, closing the distance between them until she felt the heat of his body.
“You should be scared,” he murmured, his breath warm against her ear. “Keep pushing me, little flower, and I’ll bind more than your hands next time. I’ll have you writhing and begging for mercy. You’ll feel both pain and pleasure in ways you haven’t imagined, and it will be the sweetest torture you’ve ever experienced.”
Camelia’s mind reeled as desire mingled with fear. The Duke grazed her breasts with his fingers, causing her to shiver. He walked away from her, leaving her breathless and wanting more.
“This is not?—”
“Go to bed, Camelia,” he cut her off coldly. “This conversation is over.”
CHAPTER 19
Early mornings were always busy for Raph; that was why Camelia’s unplanned visit frustrated him immensely.
“You will be my ruin one day.”
“Pardon?” she sputtered.
“Nothing. Did something happen to Pamela?” He got up swiftly.
“No, she’s completely fine.”
Raph stood rigidly and faced her. She was tempting in her pale green gown, but the nightdress from last evening never left his thoughts… or dreams. Her eyes glinted with rebellion as she stood before him.
She’s been obedient these past few days, yet that fire in her gaze makes me question her obedience today.
He raised an eyebrow at her. “What is it, Camelia? Aren’t you supposed to meet Pamela at nine for her etiquette lesson?” His tone brooked no argument. “You’ve done well keeping to the schedule. Don’t falter now.”
Camelia tilted her head, her lips curving slightly. “Of course, Your Grace. I wouldn’t dream of disappointing you.” Her voice was soft, almost too soft, and it sent a ripple of heat through him.
He nodded, his eyes narrowing on her. “Good. Pamela’s birthday is approaching, and before you choose to disrupt our routine with your celebrations, her comportment must be flawless. You’ll ensure it, yes?”
“I will,” she said, her smile widening, a touch too innocent. “But I was wondering, why don’t you join us today? You’re so particular about Pamela’s progress. I’d love for you to come see her lessons for yourself. It might bring you closer to her.”
Raph’s jaw tightened, his hands flexing behind his back. The thought of watching her as she guided Pamela was tempting, but duty called, and he never strayed from his plans.
“You know my rules, Camelia,” he said roughly. “I oversee and do not interfere. I always stick to my routine, as should you.”
“You trust me then?”
The question caught him off guard.
“Yes, I suppose I do.”
Her eyes sparkled. “Then trust me when I say that a little time with Pamela might soften that stern brow of yours… and hers.”
God, how I long to teach her another lesson.
“Not today.” He turned his back to her, but not without catching her look of utter vexation.
“I’ll keep to your precious schedule, but don’t blame me if Pamela and I add a touch of… spontaneity.” She curtsied lightly, her gown rustling as she turned to leave.
“Little flower?” Raph stopped her mid-stride.
“Yes?”
“Do behave. This is your last warning.” It was not a request.
