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time. The sledgehammer against her inner walls kept her own pulse alive. It was as if they were feeding off each other’s energy.
    “Now that was fucking amazing,” he said.
    She chuckled silently since she’d thought the same thing.
    Gwen pressed her elbows on the bench, propping her body up slightly. “I never knew spanking could have such an effect.”
    “If you think the paddle was intense, I should use a flogger with tresses.”
    She twisted over her shoulder. Although she couldn’t see past the mask on her eyes, she imagined he had quite the content expression on his face.
    “I did agree to play by your rules tonight,” she said.
    He slid one of his hands to her front. “Yes, and I think you are still a naughty woman in need of discipline.”
    He slid his digits into her pussy and pinched her clit. The strings of desire started playing within her body again.
    “Punish me. I’ve been very bad.”
    He planted kisses on her shoulder. “How can I refuse?”
    She grinned widely and took in an exhilarating breath. Mark was without any doubt a lover she would never forget. Her body would ache in the morning and she’d probably have trouble walking, but the time spent with him had proven to be an incredible experience. She’d later supply all the details in her journal so she could revisit the memories of her Amsterdam visit.
    For now, she’d enjoy her punishment.

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    Diary of a Free Woman: Passion at the Opera
    Diane Thorne
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    Chapter One
    Gwenevere stood across the street from the Vienna State Opera House with her eyes wide and jaw lowered. She stared at the incredible architecture. The tall concrete structure had large arches on two levels. On the second floor, bronze statues stood in the centre of the five open curves. A huge figurine of a horse and rider occupied the front corners at the very top. The green roof stood out above the concrete. Gigantic water fountains took up space on the sides. The entire edifice looked well preserved and rich in history. Famous, world-renowned composers and singers had once shared their talents within its walls. Gwen couldn’t wait to see a performance in the grand building.
    Gripping the handle of her purse, she waited for the traffic light to change. It finally did and the vehicles halted. She strode across the street with the heels of her shoes clacking on the pavement. She’d dressed in a knee-length dark skirt decorated with baby blue flowers. The colour of the floral design matched her short-sleeved button down blouse. Since her top was sheer, she’d worn a white camisole underneath. A slight breeze cooled her heated flesh. After spending most of the day exploring Vienna, she was ready for a long bath and a relaxing evening in her hotel where she could prop her feet up. First, she needed to check for tickets to tomorrow’s show. She hopped onto the sidewalk and headed for the Opera House.
    The strain on her eyes from the bright sun lessened once she’d passed under one of the tall archways. She crossed a small delivery lane in front of the entrance and continued towards the open doors.
    After a few steps inside the building, Gwen came to an immediate stop. She gasped quietly and covered her mouth. She stood on marble floors. Exquisite artwork covered the walls and tall ceilings. Ornate paintings and sculptures surrounded her, even looked down at her. A wide staircase ascended farther ahead. Gwen suspected it led to the auditorium—or heaven. A chill ran through her as she marvelled at every elaborate detail throughout the House. How could someone create such beauty so high above her head? How could all of it survive through time? What an incredible sight.
    She lowered her hand and headed for the hall on her left. Visitors roamed and studied the surroundings. The clack clack of her shoes on the hard floor echoed in the hall of the grand building. Gwen slowly approached the gift shop. A man and woman, dressed in