Chapter 11

Richard's strong hands guided me forward; my steps were unsteady beneath the blindfold, and the silk was soft against my skin. His fingers flexed against my waist, possessive yet tender, as if he were memorising the curve of my hip through the thin lace of my dress.

"We're here," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down my spine. The blindfold loosened, the silk slipping away as he untied it with deliberate slowness.

I blinked, my vision swimming as the villa ...