Hands above your head.”Synthia obediently raised her hands, feeling a tremor run through her body as he called her a slut, desperate to please him. ...avier tapped on his arms, sending mechanisms in the wall churning until a hook emerged from the wall above Synthia’s head. Xavier tapped lightly on a section of the wall and a small compartment opened up. He retrieved a pair of handcuffs and wasted no time in cuffing Synthia’s wrists together, looping the chain over the hook to hold her arms up.He. Except this would be worse, far worse, for he had always been so diligent in protecting her. He couldn’t have known that her doom would come from within the very walls of the sheltered family estate. ‘Time, my lady. Time to make you ready.’ ‘I shan’t,’ Constance said. ‘I’ll not let her do this. It isn’t fair that she should hate me so, when I’ve done nothing to her. Have the Merlions not harmed my family enough? Did you know, Marie, that my own mother was kidnapped by Philippe Merlion, and. He ran away crying. I shared a room with him and he cried all night. I didn’t sleep and neither did my cock. In the morning when I dressed, I had to leave it standing as hard as a rod against my belly. At breakfast my aunt said. “I’ll drive you home after breakfast.” She gave no explanation. I guess she was scared she had overstepped the mark and had to put a stop to our affair before it got out of hand. She never spoke of the incident again but I knew where her desire lay. I had felt the. And the time came soon after when they eloped. They married two months later in New York and eight months later Jesse was born to the eighteen year old Mrs Mark Johnson. She saw, too late, that she had sacrificed one prison for another, that of marriage and motherhood.She also began to suspect that her man with big plans was not all he had seemed.They returned to Boston for a partial rapprochement with her parents, and her father had helped set Mark up with a small shop. Mark was already.