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The task of winning her heart would not be without difficulty, but he would use kindness as a tool, tender touches…and then he would claim her, know her in the most intimate sense, and she would be his.

Rafael bent closer to her and his whisper was soft, coaxing in her ear.

“You will be mine, Isabella. My bride. My wife.”

The words resounded within her and the movement of her head was a rebuttal of his words. He laughed aloud.

“You have no choice, sweetheart. Once you’re mine, once I’ve taken you to my bed, the fine señor will no longer be interested in you. He bargained for a young girl, a virgin. And you will no longer be able to claim that title.”

“I’ve known no man,” she said quietly. “My virtue is to be given only to the man I marry, the man I choose.”

“You chose me when you walked out of the convent.”

“Would you take a woman to your bed who is not willing?” she asked, daring a look into mysterious eyes that seemed to search her secrets out.

He smiled darkly, and yet she caught a glimpse of warmth glittering in those black eyes that met hers.

“You will be willing. I guarantee it.”