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Outwardly, the Daltons—the Marquis and Marchioness, Robert and Celiana—seemed like the perfect couple.
But no one knew what lay beneath that polished surface.
It had already been two years since their marriage.
Who could ever imagine that the two of them had not even properly consummated their union?
Each night, they found excuses to avoid sharing a bed.
Each had their own reasons.
What kind of desires were they hiding from one another?
—
What entered Celiana’s field of vision was a stiff, tanned leather paddle, about the length of an arm.
Gulp.
She swallowed unconsciously.
In her imagination, she pictured someone using it to discipline her.
The person holding the paddle was Robert—wearing his usual impeccable, perfectly buttoned formal suit.
Thump. Thump.
Bent over the desk, her bare hips exposed, Celiana could only surrender herself to him, unable to resist.
A tingling sensation spread below her navel as her heart pounded.
The Robert of her imagination brought the paddle down firmly, scolding her as he did so.
—
‘Celiana, you’d never know what kind of man I really am.’
Robert often found himself aroused by dark, forbidden thoughts about his wife.
He imagined binding her so she could go nowhere, keeping her eyes fixed only on him, leaving her pale skin flushed and marked by his own hands.
Would she ever even be able to imagine such things?
If Celiana ever found out…
She might recoil in fear and demand a divorce.
‘That can’t happen.’
So Robert Dalton had no choice but to conceal his true nature and continue the act—that of a courteous, refined gentleman.
The very image of a noble who knows how to restrain himself.
