A Vow To Set The Virgin Free By Millie Adams Apr 2026

"Imogen," he breathed, his voice thick with a hunger he’d spent weeks suppressing. "Go back to bed. I am at the end of my patience."

As the sun rose over the calm, blue sea the next morning, the debt was gone, but a new bond had been forged. Rafe looked at the woman sleeping in his arms and made a new vow: not to set her free, but to spend the rest of his life making sure she never wanted to leave. A Vow to Set the Virgin Free by Millie Adams

The tension between them was a physical thing, a wire pulled taut until it vibrated. Imogen found herself watching him—the way his hands moved over ancient texts, the rare, genuine smile he gave his aging housekeeper. She realized with a jolt of terror that she wasn't just his captive; she was falling for the man who held the key. "Imogen," he breathed, his voice thick with a

"Then don't set me free," Imogen replied, her voice steady for the first time since she’d arrived. "Free was where I was alone. Here... with you... I’m home." Rafe looked at the woman sleeping in his

One night, a storm rolled in from the Tyrrhenian Sea. Thunder shook the foundations of the castello. Imogen, terrified of the violent Alpine storms of her youth, sought the only light she saw—the one under Rafe’s study door.

"I don't want to be alone," she whispered, crossing the room. She placed a hand on his chest, feeling the frantic rhythm of his heart. It matched her own.

The first week was a blur of silence and opulence. Imogen was given a suite that overlooked the jagged cliffs of the Amalfi Coast. She was fed delicacies she couldn't name and draped in silks she hadn't earned. But Rafe was always there—a shadow at the end of the dinner table, a silent observer in the library.