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Scandal: Chapter Eighteen - navessa allen
I stared at John once the spy was gone, attempting to suppress the desire for him that had bloomed within me when he had threatened the man. Like to like, I thought, my focus falling to his lips. Much as my quasi-serious plans for Aberdine’s demise had stirred my husband’s lust during our carriage ride, this display of his savagery had likewise lit a fire within me. What complicated matters was the fact that throughout the conversation, he’d remained so intensely self-contained, the anger he hid causing barely a ripple to disturb the surface calm. It made me want to drive him mad. Nothing but his total and absolute undoing would satisfy the emotion that now swelled within me; a feeling that I feared was more akin to bloodlust than arousal. In my mind, I heard a haunting melody, the ghost of the one Jane had played earlier. Again, I wanted the ferocity it promised, craved something uncontrolled and unstructured, inadvisable yet unavoidable. As I stared at my husband’s lips, I contemplated where this rising need for such destruction had come from. We couldn’t afford to be swept up by passion or emotion given recent events, and the fact that …