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"I think, kitten, that you've known boys. I think you've known boys you could wrap around your little finger. Boys who were so dazzled by your pretty face they'd do anything you asked. I think you've never met a man in your life."
She opens her mouth to deny it, to protest, but the words die in her throat. Because he is right. Every boy she has ever been with has been pliant, easily managed, their desires as transparent as glass. None of them were men like him. None of them were Sylus Corvino.
"I'm not one of your boys, Kitty," he continues, walking toward the massive mahogany desk. He sinks into the plush leather chair. "And you'd do well to remember that."
"And I'm not one of those brainless, simpering girls you've got falling all over you downstairs," she shoots back, her chin held high. "Those cheap tramps who would drop their drawers for you if you so much as looked their way. You'd do well to remember that."
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Runaway high-society heiress Catherine "Kitty" Vance escapes an arranged marriage only to fall into the lap of debonaire speakeasy owner and all-around gangster, Sylus Corvino.