Novel & Cerita Disobey The Duke If You Dare

A rush of resentment washed through her, and Cassy's eyes glittered as she said evenly, "I've been made to understand that spirit is not as important as obedience, your grace. If it offends you, it does not offend the duke." "I see," the dowager Duchess replied with a faint smile. "Eastland has been terrorizing you, I suppose. Only fair, you know. All young men must go through rigorous training in order to fit the role they will one day occupy. Until one learns to obey, one cannot command. My nephew has had his share of canings, I can promise you that" A satisfied gleam lit Cassy's eyes, and she said in a soft voice, "I'm grateful to know that, your grace!"

Smoke lingers on the tongue, mixed with something tighter, quieter. Down the path moves Paige, steady under the load of our child asleep in her grip. My chest holds those papers - burning, real - the kind that might change everything we know. With each footfall, the night watches back, silent. At our sides pace Alex and Gareth, fingers near steel, glancing sharp into every dark corner. “Remember,” I murmur to her, my voice low. “We are not begging for our lives. We are presenting evidence of treason. You are the Duchess of the North. Act like it.”

“Stay away from her, Pyke.” My brows cock. “The hell I will! You can’t control me anymore. Take that club. I better start from the ground if you will think I owe you because you gave me that club. I’ll stay with her no matter what.” My nostrils are flaring thinking of Camila is out of my sight. “You’ve been disobeying me lately,” he rebukes. “Because I can’t see anything I’ve done wrong!” “Lower your voice, Pyke Kennan!”

The Duke's dark mood had changed and he prayed the lust he felt was not obvious in the look he gave her. Monica leaned closer and whispered into his ear, a gesture she knew was too tempting for the young Duke, "I need your permission to take the Baron out of the hall." She remained in that position for a while, supposedly waiting for an answer. But then she realized, it seems she affected the lad more than she thought she did. He even lost his speech. Duke of Anfield swallowed hard and gasped as the lady raised herself from his crotch. And with the same swirl of hips, she moved so daringly that this time, even Jason kept looking.

"Today, you have to answer why you don't like me. What does Duke have that I don't? I have money, wealth, power, a luxurious mansion, expensive cars, bikes, unlimited Bank card, none of which Duke has. Then why are you rejecting me again and again and choosing the bastard Duke over me? I will not lose to that crippled man. That crippled man is only worthy of human sympathy, not your love. You cannot love him. He does not deserve your and your love. I am worthy of your love. I will never let you be his. I will snatch you from him and kill him brutally. Your beautiful body is made only to satisfy my physical desires. I will not let anyone touch it.

“Lord, how forgetful of you. You caught those bunch after they tried to claim a part of your territory as theirs. Their parents just paid a big ransom for them just a month ago. They’re now free as doves.” “So they’re our friends.” Lucas smiled back. “Yes, Lord Duke. They are f*cking adorable friends that gave us free money.” “The bastards dared to venture deep into my territory without my permission and they’re doing it again.” The duke shook his head as the stupid bunch tried to flirt with the mysterious lady. His gaze sharpened further after seeing that a few were already getting too physical. “Lucas, what should I do?” “Greet them my liege?”

A clear look of disdain flashes across her face as she takes him in before looking towards me again. "I wonder." She murmurs, quirking her lip ever so slightly. "Enough of this ridiculous jabber." Fay Duke growls, reaching out and grabbing Gale's arm. "I won't stand here and continue to be made a fool." Once finished speaking, the fat Duke began to move, attempting to pull Gale along with him. However, as an elite fighter, she didn't move, causing the fat Duke to stumble and crash to the floor on his fat ass. "W-what?" He sputtered, looking towards Gale. "Are you and that father of yours in cahoots to make me look a fool?"

The word ‘nothing’ kept lingering in her mind and her earlier action replayed over and over again like it was taunting her, kissing her freedom goodbye. “He is only doing what he is commanded to do by his father. Haven’t you noticed? You are just a puppet in this kingdom for me to have, my beautiful princess,” Duke Conrad added whilst grinning like a wicked piranha. Lianne couldn’t talk back at him, unable to make out words that could piss him off or slap his grotesque face. Her mind had turned blank, weak, unguarded, and for this, the Duke used it as an advantage. His arms reached out to embrace her, wanting to press her breasts against his chest.

Treating her like a servant. "Let's see where your arrogance would bring you" the duke scorned as he mockingly scoffed. ****👑****

Duke nipped her ear and spoke in a low voice, his tone carrying sinful promises. “No, I wasn’t!” Adina evaded his lips and tongue. “Get off, I still want to read my book.” “Who was the one who impatiently chased the children away just now? And who was the one who hurried out of the bed to lock the door?” Duke trailed after her, giving her ear another nip. “Are you still saying no, hm?” “No, I’m really not in the mood!”