But she just keeps prodding me over it.
And then she sends me a book that barrels past every boundary I thought existed.
She was forced to choose between the crude pirate captain and the cruel governor. Either meant a sorrowful life of hardship.
One, a beast of a man, rough and vile, built of broad shoulders and narrow hips. The other a rat-faced sadist who made no secret of the litany of women he’s broken behind him, or the scars they carry after his touch.
Yet as the vows leave her lips, she regrets the surly sailor as he hoists her bodily onto his back, a relic of cavemen, not gentlemen.
“How dare you!” she scoffs, beating his taut muscles helplessly.
“I’ll dare anything I like,wife,” he mutters.
It is in the dim light of his chambers that his true bearing is revealed.
A sharp knife severs the laces of her bodice as she begs him to stop.
His thick fingers tear the petticoat from her hips while he captures her clawing fingers in his mighty palm as he—
Jesus.
This is RQ’s favorite? One where the woman is forced?
It goes against everything I’ve ever been taught, or knew.
TheBigO: I’m on the boat. Is this the wildest book, or the one with your secret?
RacingQueen: Both.
I was afraid she was going to say that.
TheBigO: So you want to betaken?
RacingQueen: Only with someone I trust.
My palm runs over my face. Doesn’t that go against everything my mother told me?
That’s the reason I didn’t have sex with Paige for over a year before our divorce. She was clear about not wanting it.
And now this mystery woman is throwing everything I know into a tailspin.
Someone shetrusts.So she’d know there’ll be a safety net.
RacingQueen: But now you see why it’s a secret.
TheBigO: Well, it’s safe with me.
RacingQueen: I know. Everything you like is the good guy winning. I think it says a lot aboutyou. That’s what I need, a good guy who won’t take no for an answer.
My thoughts are in turmoil reading her last message.
How?
That’s never been me. The idea of pinning someone down as they whimper and beg me to stop isn’t appealing.
TheBigO: Then where’s the line? How far is too far?
RacingQueen: Keep reading. When she means it, he knows.
