I Will Protect The Duke This Time Novels & Stories

“It seems to me, the most dangerous thing I’d need protection from right now is you.” Duke’s grip on her loosened. Mistaking the reason for the deep flush across her high cheekbones and luscious lips, he grinned one of his disarming smiles. “I already told you, darlin’. I’m exactly as much gentleman as you ask me to be.”

The Captain voiced his disapproval: “My lord Duke, it’s too dangerous. Or...let me order more guards to come here. Even if he does make a move, we can still guarantee your safety.” Marcus said coldly. He glanced at Berk, making him shiver: “Don't let me say it a second time. Then the first thing you should be afraid of won't be him.” Berk bowed his head, motioning for the guard to quickly open the door. The soldier trembled near the door. After putting the key in the lock, he was once again weakened by the strong breathing inside. Unable to stand, he sat down on the ground. But when he looked up, he saw the Duke's cold blue eyes, as if he wanted to kill himself. He quickly opened the large l

His level of wisdom matches mine. "Prince Marcus will resort to drinking from the mages power dungeon if we don't release Isabella. If that happens, he will be unstoppable." "Never, he can't have our Luna," Duke growled, his bones cracked like he was about to shift. My eyes welled up. He was ready to protect Isabella just as I wanted. "Thank you for being a brother to me. We shall protect her together." "I don't know why people are so power-hungry. They want to enslave the underworld and the human world," Duke affirmed.

“Don’t tempt me to break you again tonight.” He rolled them over gently, his weight pressing her into the mattress. His lips brushed against her ear, his breath warm as he whispered, “Break me, ruin me—just don’t stop touching me.” Her hands found his hair, tugging lightly, her lips curling into a wicked smile. “We have three weeks,” she murmured, her voice thick with promise. “Think you’ll survive?” “With you?” Duke grinned, a look of mischievous satisfaction lighting his eyes. “Barely. But I’ll die a happy man.”

He side-eyed me. “We don’t want to ruin their night.” I murmured. He stared at me intently. I looked away. I knew he got it. “You fucker! What’s your problem with me, huh? Why are you this overprotective? You’re creepy, dude! Are you that desperate to impress your stepsister?” Duke continued yapping.

Duke Reginald said with a relieved smile, as if the matter had been resolved. Zachary was on the brink of losing his temper at Duke Reginald’s audacious and insulting behavior. He spoke each word through gritted teeth, his voice trembling with suppressed fury, “She only dares not to speak out, not because she thinks you’re not being excessive!” “Oh? So, Miranda, it seems you haven’t made your stance clear enough for everyone to understand! Why don’t you take this opportunity to articulate clearly to the Prince what you truly think about my ‘accidental’ damage to the painting? Feel free to express your honest opinion—after all, the fair and impartial Prince Zachary is here, and he will certai

“Yes. It is indeed. The naked man you met beside the lake last week” “You’re…you’re the Duke?” “Cedric Blackwood, Seventh Duke of Springbrook.” He gazed at her vivid, passionate face. “But from the look on your face, I suppose you’re probably wanting to call me “that asshole”.” “That’s why you were swimming,” she said, ignoring him. “You weren’t trespassing.” “No.” He shook his head slowly. “I was out for a run and decided to cool off in the lake. My lake.”

Some bastard is clearly making her uncomfortable. “If the lady doesn’t care for your company, get lost.” I say, as intimidating as I can without scaring her. The bastard is drunk and staggers trying to turn around. “And who the hell — “ He freezes upon seeing my face. I recognize him as one of the new boys that got recruited to keep watch over the club. I peer down at him in disgust. “Boss? It’s not what it looks like.” “Boss…?” I look at the seductress that I forgot was there. I mentally face palm at the slip up.

I rise, shielding her, sword in hand. Duke steps forward, thunder lighting the edges of his face. He tilts his head—studying Ella’s trembling form. Then his smile deepens. “She’s beautiful like this, isn’t she? Half awakened. Half broken. Perfect.” I step in front of her fully, sword angled. “If you touch her—” “You’ll what?” he murmurs, amused. “You can barely stand.” Ella presses against my back, her fingers trembling at my waist. Duke’s eyes lock onto the movement.

She said, looking up at him in painful disbelief. Duke leaned over the doorframe and crossed his hands on his chest. “I don’t give a fuck what you think of yourself. Scram, Minsi. I do not ever wish to see you again.” Duke rasped. Minsi spared him a last glance before picking herself up and starting to walk out of the room with a shattered heart and only searing pain escorting her out.