Another excerpt
DEVIL’S EMBRACE (The) by Frau Oppenheimer
http://www.olympia-press.co.uk/uncensoredD.htm
‘ … He remained silent and at last she dragged her gaze from the floor up to study his own face again. “What did you say you wanted for lunch?” her voice was quietly determined.
“You,” he repeated.
“And a riding crop,” she almost whispered through the tightness of her voice.
“That’s right,” his own tone had remained decisive and unrevealing of his own emotions regarding the superb symmetry of her shapeliness.
“I’ll see what I can do,” she told him as she went from the room.
Deveril finished his drink and placed the tips of his fingers together as though making a decision inside himself. His eyes were cruelly piercing, and his mouth a thin of cruel purpose. He looked up casually when she came back into the room and saw the thin, tapering leather crop in her right hand. Awkwardly, silently she handed it to him.
“I have the salad; what about the main course?” he asked. …’
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