The Outlaw's Spanked Mail-Order Bride: Western Erotic Discipline Degradation Romance

Nicholas Drummond keeps his control tight in the narrow records room at dusk, the faded scar on his bicep visible as he studies the woman who signed their joint petition. Annabel waits with her hand at her throat, her quick obedience to his first command exposing the same hunger for permanence that he refuses to name.

The door swings shut on its own weight. His palm lifts her skirts while the risk of discovery hangs over the guardianship and the land they both need. She presses back into the measured strike without hesitation, and neither can afford for anyone to hear what they crave in the silence that follows.