Bound to be Punished: Part I (Bound to be Punished Series) Read Online Free PDF Page A

on end before satiating her incredible desire for him; he was such a man, and she remembered it well.
                 
                  “Which room are you in?” she asked, blushing lightly even as she admonished herself mentally, oh yes, this definitely is not leading to his bed… she sighed. Self-recriminations could wait until after she’d given in to his wicked ways.
                 
    ***
                 
                  Charles’ room was on the third floor, with a decent view of the surrounding neighborhood and the taller buildings in the distance. She was pleasantly surprised to find that his room had a full kitchen and a fireplace, but he only laughed lightly and responded to her look, “As I said, I enjoy the amenities of this hotel. You might forget you’re away from home.
                 
                  “Now come here, my dear,” he’d taken his jacket off at the door and he unbuttoned the cuffs of his linen shirt, beckoning her to follow him after he removed his shoes.
                 
                  “I present the bath; nothing too ostentatious, but it will suffice,” he walked her past the bathroom, “the fireplace, of course, and you’d be surprised how comfortable this bed is.”
                 
                  He’d left most of the lights off, only turning one on low, so that the fire provided most of the light in the room, and he drew Anne back into his arms, asking her, “Are you still impressed?”
                 
                  She smiled, leaning into him and meeting his eyes steadily, “I am,” she nodded, “and now that you’ve coerced me into joining you in your room, whatever do you have planned?”
                 
                  A predatory gleam flashed through his eyes, and she could see his pupils dilate sharply with the surge of arousal that pumped through his veins. Still, he was slow and deliberate as he held her, slowly reaching up and trailing his hands over her arms to her shoulders and the straps of her dress. His thumbs trailed light patterns over her skin, sliding smoothly beneath the fabric.
                 
                  “I have no plans,” he answered, his voice grown low and husky with desire, “no preconceived notions of how this night should end. I never imagined I’d find you here, but how glad I am I did.” He pulled first one and then the other strap down from her shoulders, baring her skin from her throat to her collarbone and the top of her arms entirely as he leaned down and kissed her again, sweet and tender, his mouth caressing hers.
                 
                  From the first time he’d ever kissed her, Anne had never been able to think of a kiss the same way again. Charles kissed her with a fiery passion and sweet, burning tenderness unlike anything she’d ever experienced. His kisses left her breathless, literally, and hot with desire for him, igniting a keen ache between her thighs. When his mouth moved on to her jaw and throat, down to her collarbone and the tops of her breasts, she could only cling to him, her knees gone weak and her fingers tangled in his hair.
                 
                  “You know how many nights I’ve slept alone?” he asked her, kissing back up to her ear as he held her, “every night since you left, my bed is empty and cold with you. I’ve been waiting for you to change your mind, to return to me willingly.”
                 
                  He kissed her again, reaching behind her to unzip her dress as he did so. When he pulled away, he told her raggedly, “I’ll continue to wait, until you decide you’re done down here, but you will come back to me. I need you, my love, in my bed and by my side. It is a lonely world without