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Evangeline by the arm while Munk followed them back into the chamber, looking about at the chaos with disapproval. She began to tidy up. “Leave that, Munk,” he said. “Tell my guests I will be back shortly.”
    “Lady Ravenscroft is upset at your absence,” she said.
    “Apologize to her—tell her I will be down soon to dance with her.”
    “Yes, my lord.”
    “Send word to the village first thing in the morning that the vicar will be well enough to wed me to this, this...”—he scowled down at her—“this young woman, or I will personally deal with him and he can find himself another living.”
    “Yes, my lord.”
    Munk left the room, closing the door firmly behind her. Raven swept Evangeline up in his arms. Then sitting down on the side of the bed, he turned her quickly until she lay across his lap face down. “My Lord,” she cried out, unsure what he intended to do. She looked over her shoulder to see his eyes intent upon her backside and his hand raised high. The first slap landed with a loud clap. Evangeline tensed and began to struggle, but Raven held her intimately against his body, cradling her, making it impossible for her to wriggle away. She kicked her legs frantically but it had no effect on his freedom to belabour her buttocks. “I warned you,” he said, landing a torrent of spanks until her buttocks blazed with heat. “But you would not listen.
    You make promises you have no intention of keeping.” His hand never wavered in its work as the spanks rained down hard and even, his long hand able to cover both her small buttocks at once.
    “My lord,” she screamed several times, but her protests were lost on Raven. He was relentless in his determination to punish her.
    Evangeline gave up the fight exhausted and when she did, the heat from his hand and its contact with her hot buttocks sent a shot of fiery pleasure soaring through her cunt. At last his hand began to slow just as Evangeline wanted it to continue.

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    “You are in my power and control and I will give you what you need and want. You have no say in the matter.” The last spank landed gently on her backside and his hand rested there, massaging tenderly.
    Evangeline was so aroused she opened her mouth to beg him to continue, but her pride prevented her. “I know what you want, Evangeline, my dear,” he whispered. “You want this.”
    Her legs hung unmoving, too tired to protest. Raven slid his hand down and pushed her thighs apart. Evangeline complied and when his fingers parted her nether lips, thick and swollen with excitement, she began to moan loudly. “Sweet little pearl,” he said, finding the hot bud. With a swift up-and-down motion he stimulated her, the pleasure coursing through her legs and belly, overwhelming her senses. Sweat bathed her body despite the chill air. “Shall I stop, Evangeline, sweet Evangeline?”
    “No,” she cried out.
    Raven’s deep laughter rumbled through the chamber. He increased the speed of his fingertip against her pearl and her climax exploded through her slender body, arching her back and sending her into jerking spasms of pleasure. After a time, the ripples of sensation slowed and weakened in their intensity. For long minutes Evangeline lay trembling and limp across his lap while he rested his hands lightly, one on her back, the other on her buttocks.
    “Your punishment is over, and so is your pleasure, but now I have a job to do.” Raven lifted her onto the bed and fell on top of her. She felt his knee forcing her thighs apart. “Please, my lord, don’t, I beg you!”
    “I have had enough pretty words from you, dear girl. You play with me. You lie to me. You trounce me with heavy objects.” He grasped her wrists, pressing them into the bed. “Your games are over.
    No man will want you after the Raven has had you.”
    “My Lord, please,” she cried out. “No!”

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Chapter Ten
    The black carriage bearing the Ravenscroft coat of arms stood outside the small church rocking in the wind, the horses stamping their feet in protest at the cold and inactivity. In its velvet and silk interior, Evangeline sat silent and pale beside Munk. Raven had gone inside the church to speak with the vicar.
    Evangeline looked out of the window in time to see the tall, elderly Mr. Dancer and his pleasant-looking wife, whom Evangeline would never have taken for a vampire. They were going into the church. Were they all in there, those creatures from last