Review: The Perfect Sinner

The Perfect Sinner by Penny Jordan
My rating: 1 of 5 stars

review in Portuguese and English

07/10/2010

Pobre Maddy!!!!
Meu Deus! Eu achava que já tinha lido minha cota de canalhas!

Que sujeitinho desprezível!

A mulher, apesar de rica, é uma mosca morta sem iniciativa que se submete a tudo que o babaca quer... a cena em que ele "usa" o corpo dela e a deixa sem orgasmo e ainda fica desdenhando dela é o fim!!!!!

Fiquei enojada, mas li até o fim esperando uma reação da dita mulher... louca que ela desse um pé na bunda do infeliz e fosse reconstruir a vida com alguém que a valorizasse, mas...

Só nos livrinhos mesmo que uma mulher iria aturar uma situação destas, sendo ela rica!

Se vocês odiavam o Rodrigo Ramirez, este cara vai pro topo da minha lista!

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Poor Maddy!!!!
Oh my god! I thought I had read my fair share of jerks!

That despicable guy!

The woman, although rich, is a dead fly without initiative which undergoes all the asshole wants ... the scene where he uses her body and let her without her cum and still is snubbing her is the end!!!!!

Grossed out, but I read to the end hoping for a reaction of the woman in the hope that she got dumped the cheater and rebuild her life with someone that appreciates, but ...

Only in fiction even if a woman would put up with a situation like this, being rich!

If you hated the Rodrigo Ramirez, this guy goes to the top of my list!

UPDATE: 2018
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The hero is an abominable and despicable being. A piece of shit.
In my opinion he raped her instead of having sex with her. He did not allow her to come and even humiliated her during and after sex.
He wanted her to abort his children and treat them very badly. So much so that the children were afraid of him.
He had several lovers and did not hide from her, he had immense pleasure in rubbing in her face that they were better than her.
His family and friends all knew and were very sorry for her and the children. She was practically renamed Poor Maddy.
The reader goes suffering and hating him throughout the reading and in the end she accepts the cheater back.
Poor Maddy is an imbecile and spineless doormat. What an example she will pass on to her children, who are ok to be a cheater scumbar and cruel asshole.

Madeleine’s dreary, boring plainness.

Madeleine did, of course, have one redeeming feature as his wife. She was extremely wealthy and extremely well connected, or at least her family was.

‘What do you mean, you don’t want our baby,’ she had faltered in shocked disbelief...

‘I mean, my oh-so-stupid wife, that I don’t want it’,

I married you because it was the only way I could get into a decent set of chambers,’ Max had told her coldly and truthfully, and cruelly.

‘You said you loved me,’
‘And you believed me…. Did you really, Maddy, or were you just so desperate to get a man, to get laid, to get married, that you chose to believe me?

‘Get rid of it’ he had instructed her,...

Max felt not the least degree of compunction about the affairs he had enjoyed during his marriage, relationships that in the main, had been conducted with female clients.

‘Your wife is so lucky….’ Max totally agreed, Madeleine was lucky. If he hadn’t married her she could have been condemned to a life of being the unmarried daughter.

He loved himself, of course,

Poor Maddy, indeed. Bobbie didn’t know how she could bear to stay in her marriage, but then, of course, there were the children.

She had never been able to understand how she and Jon had ever produced a person like Max,

poor Maddy just wasn’t…just couldn’t… Poor Maddy!

In private Maddy knew that Max couldn’t care less whether the children ignored him or not.

Max swearing under his breath and telling Maddy with chilling cruelty that she was as useless as a mother as she was a wife.

Max had left a woman behind in London whom he would far rather be with.

Maddy knew that her mother-in-law and the rest of Max’s family felt very sorry for her.

Poor Maddy. Poor Maddy. She had heard herself so described so often that sometimes she thought she ought to have been christened thus, Maddy reflected several hours later, unwillingly recalling hearing Bobbie whisper the two words under her breath as she had turned to smile at Luke.

They had been lovers for more than two months, and Max had to admit that he was impressed. He doubted that Justine had a single ounce of emotional vulnerability in her entire make-up. She was one of the most sexually demanding women he had ever had, abandoning herself completely and totally to the sexual act and not allowing him to stop until she was completely and utterly satisfied.

...he was the one who never lacked a willing sexual partner—a variety of willing sexual partners.

Maddy had been a virgin when he had first taken her to bed, inexperienced and unknowing, untutored, but her body had surrounded him with a softness, a warmth as instinctive and natural as her protective mother love for her children.

He knew he could make love to her more often and easily turn her resistance into molten liquid acceptance and desire, but what was the point? The last thing he wanted was for Maddy to be sexually demanding or sexually possessive.

Without waiting for Max’s assent, Justine’s husband stepped determinedly into the hallway.
A friend tipped me off. Apparently you’ve got quite a reputation for bedding your female clients….’
Unless, of course, you’ve decided that it’s more financially profitable for you to trade on your reputation in the bedroom rather than in the courtroom. Rumour does have it, of course, that it wasn’t so much your legal skills or qual-ifications that got you into your chambers in the first place. Does your wife know that you regularly bed your female clients?’

And of course, he still had women friends in Chester with whom he could alleviate his undoubted boredom.

A few weeks in Jamaica at his grandfather’s expense was exactly what he needed right now.

Max ignoring Leo, turning his back on him and deliberately showing the child how little he cared about him.

Max did love himself. Max would always love himself— and never love any one else?

Ten minutes later, when she walked back into the other room, Max had gone, and so, too, had Barbara Severn.

‘Surely you don’t think that I’m deliberately avoiding spending time with you… not when you’re such a wonderful, stimulating and exciting…partner….’

She didn’t need Max underlining for her just how dull and boring he found her.

She didn’t know what hurt her most, Max’s obvious contempt for her or the fact that he could so callously and so openly admit to using his grandfather’s desperate wish to see his son again to fund what both she and Max knew was going to be an abortive trip. She doubted that Max would make even the smallest attempt to find David.

Max stood and watched, without making any attempt to give her assistance. It would never have occurred to her to ask for his help, and, anyway, Leo, now that he had caught sight of his father, was already stiffening in her arms, his body tense with rejection and fear.

She had realized very early on in her marriage how little she meant to Max, and had long ago stopped being hurt by his lack of love and respect for her, or so she told herself.

Don’t bother taking it off,’ he had advised her tauntingly. 1 don’t want to look at you. Anyway,’ he had said as he pushed her night-dress aside, ignoring the tense hostility of her motionless body and the pain in her eyes, ‘why should I pay someone else when I’ve got you here. After all, one—’ he had then proceeded to use a phrase that had seared Maddy’s emotions, sickening and humiliating her as he concluded ‘—is much the same as any other and gives the same degree of release.’

As he entered her, Maddy wondered why he was with her. Was the reason he was with her now, the reason he needed her, because whomever he had been with, whomever he had been expecting to spend the night with had, for some reason or another, turned him down?

‘With her, the situation wouldn’t have arisen because she would have taken good care to make sure there was no…problem. You see, unlike you, my dear, she enjoys sex, and she knows how to make sure her partner enjoys it as well.’

He, after all, always had a lover he could take to bed, a lover who was always far, far more attractive and far, far more adventurous in bed than Maddy could ever be. Or at least he had until recently!

...he himself preferred the lean, longer-limbed, model-girl, head-turning type of woman, and if she wasn’t so humble and eager to please, if she made a bit more of an effort with herself…

For one thing, it left him free to concentrate on pursuing his own sexual adventures without having to worry about what Maddy might be up to behind his back. With any luck, his present unwanted faithfulness to his marital vows would soon be over. Max had no doubt that he would very quickly find just the kind of woman he most liked. Jamaica could well prove to be very fertile ground for producing a congenial bed mate—or two—for him.

Leo and Emma bored him, and it irritated him to see the way his father fussed over them both, especially Leo, picking him up, hugging him, showing him the affection Max could never remember him showing him.

...return home until well after midnight, to tell her unmercifully that he wanted her to move onto her own side of their bed so that her body didn’t come into contact with his while they slept.

Making love… that was something she and Max never did, even if she had once stupidly thought…

The first time he had touched her like this, he had laughed at the way she had responded to him, totally unable to control the intensity of her reaction to his touch.

...if he was to touch her intimately, gently caress her clitoris or play with it for a few seconds with the firmer touch of his tongue, she would orgasm almost immediately. He knew it, but he had no intention of giving her that pleasure, no intention whatsoever.

Maddy lay mutely beneath him as Max turned her over and entered her. She knew better than to protest or to resist. This way at least it would all be over quickly. Fighting against what she knew to be the inevitable only prolonged the ignomy she had learned to fear.

Lying on his side and awake, Max watched her. It appealed to the cruel, dark streak pervad-ing his nature to picture Maddy alone and tearful in the bathroom, forced to relieve the tension of the sexual desire he had aroused inside her, by herself.

‘I closed my eyes and thought about your trust fund’ he had taunted her. ‘But you were so…you…you wanted me’ Maddy had protested awkwardly, blushing a little at her own forwardness. ‘No… I’ve never wanted you,’ Max had told her cruelly. I’m a very good actor, my dear. I just pretended that I wanted you.

On the edge of sleep, Max luxuriated in the pleasure of his own sexual satisfaction. One of the pluses of having sex with Maddy was that he didn’t have to use a condom.

‘You were a long time in the bathroom,’ he taunted Maddy, enjoying the shocked tension he could sense gripping her body as she realized that he wasn’t asleep. ‘What were you doing?’

What had not been quite so much fun, however, had been the accidental discovery in the mews house of several items of another woman’s underwear. Maddy was no fool. She knew that Max wasn’t faithful to her.

...wealthy women had approached him, using the excuse of asking if Jack was his son. He was supposed to be meeting one of them later.

Eleanor Smythson—his date for tonight—had mentioned that her husband’s private yacht was moored at one of the island’s most exclusive marinas.

‘Max hated it when the girls were born. The first time he saw them he said they looked like two blind kittens and that he wanted to drown them. I was terrified of leaving him alone with them. He was terribly jealous of them.

Max had never been the kind of child who had liked being touched.

Her children, for that’s what Leo and Emma were. Max might have provided the sperm, the seed, for their conception, but apart from that he had had about as much input into them and their happiness, their physical, emotional and mental welfare, as a bull who’d inseminated a cow, she decided with bleak self-awareness.

If Max was a bad husband and a poor father, then why hadn’t she done something before now to remove his destructive effect from their lives, why had she so apathetically stayed within a marriage that she had known was damaging not just to herself but to her children as well?

She closed her eyes for a second. Unlike Jenny, she was dreading Max’s return home.

You have no marriage in the true, real sense of the word. All you have is a certificate…a piece of worthless paper. That is your marriage. That is all your marriage is.

Maddy wasn’t like that. She was biddable, dependable, obedient. As an adult she was as firmly controllable as a small child.

‘Do you think he’s just…that it’s just something he’s doing to amuse himself with at our expense?’ Maddy had asked him quietly.

With her he had been an extremely selfish lover, if lover was the right word to use to describe his sexual behaviour towards her.

I allowed you to treat me badly. I’ve only just begun to be my real self, to know my real self, and I feel… I think…’ She stopped and shook her head. ‘I need time, Max… time to learn to live happily in my own skin, with my own self and…’

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