Novel & Cerita I'll Seduce The Northern Duke

“Please, have my friend come in.” A few moments later, the Northern Duke entered, walking with the same commanding presence he always had. He was tall, strong, and every bit as dignified as ever. There was no sign of the witch’s influence on him—if anything, he looked as proud and unshaken as he always did. The Northern Duke gave a respectful nod to my father and Duke George. "Good day, Your Majesty, George." Then he turned to Orion and me. "Good day, Orion, Miss Ember."

I couldn't stop staring at us, my back placed flat against his chest, my legs spread wide, my pussy glistening in the light. "You're so fucking sexy" Duke growled, "I love teasing you, watching as you go wild in my arms. You're the you're responsive woman I've ever met" as though to prove his point, he grabbed my nipples in his hands and grunted in satisfaction as they responded to his touch.

"I am the Duke." "You?" For one long moment, utter bewilderment was writ large across her delightful countenance. For the life of her, Margaret could not use her surprise. How could this man, of all men, be the Duke? Aside from he fact he was far too young to have been a crony if her father's, the gentleman before her was unquestionably a rake. And a rake of the first order, to boot. Whether the dark-browned, harsh-featured face wig its aquiline nose and firm mouth and chin or the lazy assurance with which he had entered the room had contributed to her reading of his character, she could not have said. But the calmly arrogant way his intensely blue eyes had roved from the top of her curls al

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.

I gasp, feigning surprise. He pauses, fingers still grasping the curtain. His gaze sweeps over me, painfully intentful as the drink in the sight of me wearing this small nightdress. It’s my first weapon of seduction, to disarm him, to lure him in. It seems to be working, blistering blue eyes blazing over, lips patting slightly as he exhales long and slow. "There are a lot of guards out tonight, so I had no other choice but to come into your room to speak with you,” he says after a moment of heavy silence, tone flat and distracted.

Why the fuck I begged for mercy? I splashed the water, getting annoyed. ' I love the dominant Alpha male but he was rather rude and abusing me...' Then again I can't let him go. I leaned back, resting my head on the bathing tub's marble tab. The aromatic perfume oils relaxed my anxious senses. It was so peaceful that I forgot my maids had entered inside to help me dress up. " Your majesty, Duke of North has arrived and wants an audience with you," one of the maids informed from outside.

She perches in front of me, leaning her hip against her desk, and reaches out to draw a line along my jaw. “You’ll never leave me, Soren. You belong to me.” I lean out of her touch, and she snickers, reaching to the side for a pack of thin cigarettes. “Got a light?” “Fuck you.” “I’d love that. It’d be like old times.” My answering growl only makes her smile widen. She puffs her cigarette, sighing around the pull of smoke before releasing it. “You thought I wouldn’t find out about Duke, huh? He was one of my best runners. His debt to me had grown substantially, you know, after all that gambling he was doing up north. I had to bail him out more than once.”

The first message was: [Jason, I don't think you're suited to seduce Nina. [You're more suited to seduce me. Nina is so boring. She's just a blockhead.] After reading through the whole chat history, I realized Gemma had quite the appetite. Not only was she hanging onto Samuel, she also wanted to have a little something with Jason. Unfortunately for her, Jason almost never replied. I could feel a sudden desire to win pulsing inside of me. "Seen enough?" My head was lowered, so I did not notice Jason standing in front of me with only a towel wrapped around his waist, looking down at me.

This man radiated a bewitching, wild charm that even made Miranda's heart skip a beat despite her composure. Around her, envious sighs of frustration arose from the women, and their jealous glances shot like arrows toward Selena. Since entering the hall, the Duke of Veylar, Reginald, had not spoken despite many attempts to gain his favor. But now, his first words were to praise Selena… As expected of a woman born out of wedlock, she was skilled in seduction and had even ensnared Reginald, Duke of Veylar. How infuriating! Selena was so excited she almost fainted: the Duke of Veylar praised her, giving her special attention!