Chapter Five
~Derek~
It’s fair to say that Billy Fitzgerald is a kinder man than I am. But I’m sure I don’t have his finesse either. It’s quite alarming the way he dangles satisfaction before the eyes of his submissive women. And nothing so alarming as the way he torments his future wife—one minute gentle as a lamb, wooing her with his dangerously haunting bedroom eyes, the next, those eyes snapping at her brutally, his cutting words biting her to the quick with a delightfully crafted cunning. I see the imperceptible twinge, a shudder of caution and expectation. I’m awed.
I’m a lot more even in temperament, need and style than Billy Fitzgerald. Hope gets pretty much the same man whether I’m chiding her in public, wooing her in private, heatedly punishing her ass, or making love. I prid
