Novel & Cerita Bridgerton Book The Duke And I

I was the one to come up with those conditions. He sighed. ‘That promise cannot be broken.’ The duke tried to read the paper again, but the image of Magnolia’s scars was too vivid to push away. He frowned. ‘There were so many.’ He wondered how painful they were when they were inflicted on her, and who dared hurt her. Suddenly, Daniel found himself fuming. His lust for killing was fully awake. ‘I would love to rip apart every limb of whoever laid hands on her.’ His hand trembled. “Henry.” He looked at his assistant who stiffened as soon as his eyes met the chilling gaze of the duke. “I need you to take care of something for me.” His voice was frosty and threatening.

The act seemed so bizarre, so terrifying close. After the honeymoon, moving to Tarrick Hall saw me acquire the rest of the basic information. Chiefly the crudely printed pamphlets and drawings that the Duke was lazy enough to leave lying around in his library. Naked bodies entwined, breasts exposed, men's tongues on bare flesh. I knew that was what my body intended for. I had round plump breasts, a flowing curve to my hips and waist. Yet he did nothing with me. Which made me wonder whether I was defective. For months I stared at the mucky pamphlets he had corrected trying to spot the thing they had that I didn’t before giving up on the matter and falling into depression.

ANN I had been looking at the boiling kettle, but my mind was far stretched. I don’t know what Duke has done to me; I can’t seem to take him out of my mind. I kept going through his social media pages, looking and admiring his pictures, his hands that do magic to my soul and body. I can’t be falling for him, not Duke. I will only get hurt at the end. My focus should be on Louis, not on his nephew. “Good morning, princess.”

"Didn't you think I was watching, Gracie? Oh, I saw everything. Saw the way you offered your sweet body to him. He might not have been man enough to take you, but I certainly am. You belong to me. Born from my seed. Duke has no right to take this honour from me" He lifted one of his hands from my head to grab that damned book again and propped it up at the side of me. "Look at this, isn't this what you wanted?" he pointed out. I couldn't help but look at the picture of the couple that was in a position not much different from the one we were in now. "Wasn't this what you were panting over when I walked in? Wasnt your hand stroking over those firm tits of yours as your eyes drank the picture

“Was it? I suppose it was. You’d know. Of course, you’d know. You couldn’t take your eyes off of her, could you?” Duke’s briefest glance away was all the admission of guilt that Alex needed. He burst into uncontrolled laughter. “I knew it! All those times she was hot and bothered reading those idiotic romance books, you were too, weren’t you?” “What a perfect match,” he sneered. “It must be Fate. The Duke Agency couldn’t have done it better. A brainless football player for a closet slut. You can fucking have her. With my compliments. Go on, Caitie. Get up. Get over there with him.”

“And you already decided you’re coming home with us, so there’s no point wasting energy pretending otherwise.” Juliette’s jaw dropped. She half-laughed, half-choked. “Wow. At least let a woman have some pride.” Duke moved like a fucking viper one second surveying the room, the next his hand was in her hair, threading through those thick dark strands and tilting her head back just the way I’d fantasized about earlier. Then he angled her toward me and dipped low, whispering in her ear, “Who needs pride when you could be coming in five minutes?”

I said, my voice surprisingly calm, “you could’ve simply said you wanted Annalisa to take over. All this talk of fire and passion... it’s getting quite theatrical, wouldn’t you say?” He raised an eyebrow, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. “Perhaps,” he conceded. “But where’s the fun in that?” I sighed, the fight momentarily draining out of me. “You’re impossible,” I muttered, collapsing back into the plush armchair. “And you, Anne,” the Duke continued, his voice softening, “are far too quick to dismiss people. This Adrian fellow… there’s something about him. A certain… spark. Perhaps he’s not everything he seems.”

Otherwise, the little firecracker would roast his balls and eat them for breakfast. He swears he’s not obsessed with her. He talks to her like trash. But I know obsession when I see it. Because I’m equally obsessed with a female that’s about to make me lose my mind. No wonder they’re best friends. I barely get my thoughts in check when my cell phone rings again. Duke. “Talk to me.” “You won’t believe where they are.” I can hear the anger in his tone. This can’t be good. “Tell me.” “Two words. Sinful Decadence.”

She realizes that her role as a maid will provide her with insights into his character and preferences, as she strives to maintain a clean and tidy environment according to his standards. With a mixture of anticipation and nervousness, Elizabeth prepares herself for the possibility of meeting Mr. Dominic Bradford in the future. She understands that her dedication to her duties and attention to detail will be key in ensuring that the chalet meets his expectations. Dominic Bradford's private study exudes an air of sophistication and refinement. Dark wood paneling lines the walls, creating a cozy and intimate atmosphere. The room is furnished with an ornate desk, plush leather chairs, and books

Eden was recovering very well from the birth, Amara was doing wonderfully, and the guests seemed delighted with their welcome. Ian had just been possessive and jealous. Maybe it wasn't love, but it was nice all the same. Eden entrusted the duke to the care of a valet, so that he could show him his room, and gave an amused look to Iris, who was chatting with Ian’s aunts. Iris smiled back, as Jackson opened the door to welcome Bishop and Mrs. Huntingford, their chaplain and servants. Eden had a moment of doubt, then decided that when you had a duke in the family, after all, you might as well invite a bishop.