The Viscount's Spanked Reluctant Bride: Regency Erotic Corporal Punishment Submission Romance

I caught Verity's hand as she stepped from the carriage, gravel crunching beneath us while Philip Kerr watched. The viscountcy and its lands rest on this union, yet her defiance wakes the old fear that I will lose it all.

She stands with me in the shadowed library, the ledger open between us on the dark wood. Her lip catches between her teeth at the mention of what the title now demands, and I see the same dread in her eyes that drives my need for control.

To bind her to me I must cross the line I have avoided for years. How far will she yield before she admits the safety she fears is the only thing that can save us both?