The Salvation of the Obscene

The parricide who killed my brother. The rake of high society proposed. "If we, if we marry, please promise to protect me and those around me." "Alright, I understand. I'll make sure to grant your 'divorce' as well." Marrying a prince was the only way to stay alive. "If anyone suggests running away, tell me. I'll flay them alive." Griselda had no choice. *** With each movement, the back muscles, forged by hardship, savagely split. The naked body in his grasp trembled pathetically. But that made it even more tantalizing. As Reynold ruthlessly indulged, he gleefully listened to Griselda's moans, quickening his thrusts. Filthily beautiful to the point of madness, he had no intenti...