My Lady Compelled

Lady Gabriella St. John is purchased from a "wives sale" by the Duke of Kitteridge. Lord Kitteridge intends to command and seduce his newly purchased lady away from her too strict English morals

Erotic passions battle amidst adventure when Gabriella's husband returns trying to steal her back. Old secrets are revealed and launch the Archangels into a new mission to save Gabriella. Will the lady find the courage to risk it all for the passion of the man that she has always desired? Exciting sexual encounters with an adventurous story plot. HEA,

Erotic Regency Romance from best selling author Shirl Anders. This is the first ebook, My Lady Compelled, in Shirl Anders continuing, 6 ebook, Erotic Regency romance series, the Archangels.

My Lady Compelled
Lady Enslaved
Lady Captive
Lady Taken
Lady Enthralled
Lady Gambled 

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Excerpt: 

"Then, I shall see what I have purchased, madame," he continued, relentless. "Now!"

"You have become an arrogant beast, Lord Kittridge," Gabriella exclaimed, appearing more furious and embarrassed now as she tossed her mink muffler onto the wing chair in his study along with her trim mink hat to follow. She eyed him uncertainly through beautiful violet colored eyes, apparently gauging his resolve in this most daring scene, and then she cried, "I certainly could not begrudge you the entire twenty-thousand pounds that it cost you to purchase me!" 

Her white gloves came off next, furiously following the mink accessories. "Just what do you intend to do with me?" she exclaimed as her shaking fingers worked on the black pearl buttons of her fashionable silk walking dress. "Make me into your whore," she panted as the dove gray dress slid to her slippered feet and she shuttered in fevered distress. "How you must hate me to do this," she despaired in obvious anguish, jerking down her petticoats one by one, until she stood in only her cream-colored, gauzy camisole. 

Drummond saw at once that she was still exquisite after all these years. Infinitely more so dressed in an utterly feminine camisole. The camisole covered only to her creamy-colored upper thighs above her silk stockings held in place by frilly garters of violet satin. The lacy top edge of the camisole dipped into the sultry curves of her magnificent bosom. She was sumptuous with her auburn hair and purply colored eyes, little did her contemptible husband realize, but he would have paid ten times as much to have her.

"Come here to me, madame, now!" Drummond commanded. Completely ignoring Gabriella's questions and tirade as he reclined imperiously in his high-backed leather chair behind the desk in his study.

"Answer me!" Gabriella exclaimed indignant, even as she came forward with faltering steps. She only tiptoed to the edge of his desk, with one of her hands attempting ridiculously to cover her ample breasts, while the other scrunched between her perfect thighs. He could see the pulse beating wildly in the hollow of her slender throat.

"I do not have to answer to you for anything, madame. It is you, who are now fully and completely beneath my proprietorship." Drummond reached forward.

"Oh, you-you," Gabriella squealed as he clasped her wrist, hauling her unceremoniously into his lap with her back plastered to his chest.

"There is nothing for you to do, madame, . . . no place for you to go." Drummond moved his hand then with bold rapaciousness, while she tried instantly to clench her legs together, eliciting a strangled screech. 

Then, he uttered harshly. "You may not abandon me this time. You must submit!"

"Oh, I will escape you-you, arrogant bastard!" Gabriella cried, trying to struggle from beneath his arm clamped around her slender waist.

Suddenly Drummond's fingers halted their exploring motion as Gabriella's final words registered in his mind and he released her just as quickly. "Go then! Back to your husband. Now, madame," he snapped.

Gabriella braced her hands upon his arms to peer back over her shoulder at him. "You know that I cannot . . . he has everything. I-I."