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CHAPTER ONE
He winced. “Good God, no. I’m not one for pain with plea-
sure.” He’d had enough pain inflicted on him by both sides
of his family, and while away at school.
“To be tied up, to give up all your control?”
“No.”
She eyed him thoughtfully. She would never guess what
the Sinful Sinclair, the Aberrant Alynwick thought of when
he was alone at night in his bed, with nothing but the moon
and stars to keep him company. He hardly allowed himself
to think of it. Only when he was deep in his cups, and his
feelings unguarded, did he allow himself to dream of his
ultimate fantasy—a saint with a sinner. An angel cavorting
with the devil. An innocent offering herself up to him—a
sordid, sinful man who wanted to partake of her goodness,
while showing her how delightful it could be to join him on
the dark side of seduction. But not just any innocent. No, that
would be too easy. There were numerous virgins in London.
He could seduce any one of them, and live out his fanta-
sies. No, only one innocent—in mind and soul, in deed and
thought—would do for him.
And damn her, how her guileless eyes and goodness rattled
him. He’d walk through the Moroccan desert for her, would
bleed himself dry for one chance to taste her lips, feel her
breasts in his hands, pressing against his flesh.
But good girls did not like bad boys. Good girls gave wide
berth to men who indulged in the sort of behaviour that gov-
ernesses warned them about and etiquette books forbade.
Ladies like her did not allow men like him to partake of
their innocence, while corrupting them with sin. And the
woman of his dreams was every inch a lady by birth and
character, and she called to him like gin to an East End
drunk.
18 TEMPTATION & TWILIGHT