The Duke Of Sin Novels & Stories

“I’m a man of needs, sweetheart. If you’re willing to warm my bed, I can throw the others out. Just say the word.” Selene stared at him, a mix of disgust and hurt flashing in her eyes. “No way, Duke. I won’t become just another name on your list.” He raised an eyebrow, unfazed. “Really?” He stepped even closer, close enough that she could smell his breath again—mint and wine, heady and dangerous. She turned her face away, trying not to let herself fall into old patterns, into old desires. But his nearness was a weapon, and he knew it.

“People said that he got the blessing of the protector of this island and became immortal. Unable to die in this frozen land. Rumor said that he was waiting for a worthy enemy. Did you know about Duke Lancia?” Hearing that names, Cecilia's heart stop beating for a second, “Pardon me?” “The grim reaper of the war zone, High Commander on this Empire. Duke Lancia's winning history must longer than train's railway. If the two of them fight, who do you think will win?” “Duke Lancia.” Max said with confident smile. “Why?” Derek asked, failed to see Cecilia's dark expression. Max shrugged when said, “Because he is a strong man. That's it.”

I’m unable to hold in a growl John raises an eyebrow, “Alpha Sin is asleep and not up for visitors, as for Jessie, she hasn’t been here” “I don’t give a shit” and I shove past him, Liam following behind with a grimace. I wasn’t even sure where that assholes room was, but I started banging doors open and flicking on lights, Liam turning them off and shutting them behind me. Finally reaching the end of a hallway, I kick open the double doors of the room and see Alpha Sin sit up in bed, he looks fucking terrible. Like he was hit by a car, scrapes on his arms and shoulders, blood coating his hands, his hair completely sticking up in odd directions and a look of defeat on his face, like he gave z

"I always thought the female of the species had access to juicy gossip. Look, my innocent sister, your precious Duke is known as 'Devil' Eastland in most circles." "Because he's so hateful?" "Partly. No one dares to cross him, he's deadly with a sword and a pistol, and has been known to duel three men in one week and walk away without a scratch. He is rarely provoked into calling anyone out, but does not flinch from anyone foolish enough to call him out. He's a fierce, savage adversary, as well as an excellent military strategist. That's not all..." Jonathan grimaced. "He has a reputation as a rakehell and rogue, to boot. Cass, he seduces women," he said when she just stared at him blankly.

My security was right behind me, if they tried anything funny, I won't hesitate to appear at my own charity event covered in their filthy blood. I turned and gestured for my new driver Lorenzo to come closer when I heard the clicking of shoes behind me. I stilled, and Lorenzo's mouth stretched into a faint smile. When I turned, Nikolai looked like a fucking angel standing there dressed in the tuxedo I had bought for him. His hair was styled up, just a few of the curled strands brushing against his temple. He made those fucking cufflinks look a thousand times more beautiful than they actually were. A sense of pride washed over me, this beautiful man was my husband, he was Mr. De Luca. He was

His pupils dilated with a look of genuine, disturbing hunger flashing in his eyes, craved not for my body, but for the power radiating off it. "I’m here because you look... useful," he whispered, "more than you were an hour ago. Tell me, Sienna, does it hurt to be that valuable?" "Useful." I spat the bitter word right back at him. "God, you’re an idiot. Is that all you see? A battery? A weapon?" "Everyone has a price," Duke replied, abandoning his usual logic as he leaned closer with eyes locked on mine. "Most people are too dull to even realize they’ve been bought, but you... you’re the only human who calls me by my name without a tremor."

Elias shuffled to the other side of the table. Every bone in my body froze, my fingers still above the tablet's screen. "What would he possibly want with her?" I heard myself growl as I snapped my eyes away from the tablet to Elias and the others who were also in the room. "And that's what we're getting at," Duke rose from where he sat, a loose curl brushing the side of his face. Too much time had passed since I'd last seen him, since we'd last all seen him. It's always been the four of us, with me being Jacob's favourite. That should've probably made me less psychotic but things weren't the usual with Jacob. No. His favourites could likely be referred to as his worst from a normal person's

His fingers brush my jaw, hesitant, like I might disappear if he touches too hard. Then the storm shifts. Low footfalls. Mud squelching. A slow clap. Jake’s eyes snap open. He turns. And Duke steps from the shadows of a half-collapsed neighboring tent — casual, elegant, smug, wearing the aftermath of war like a tailored suit. His long coat is drenched and torn, blood splattered across one sleeve, hair slicked back by the rain. He looks annoyingly beautiful. Deceptively calm. But his eyes— Cold. Silver.

“Word on the street is that our mateless pack members are hoping this devotional gesture will appeal to the moon goddess. They want to meet their mates soon. Their faith in Selene has grown stronger because of Raina…you know, your son’s mate.” “I won't say you can't fight this,” Duke added with a lifted brow, and one corner of his mouth curled up. "But you can't." “At least not this week,” Blayne mentioned, then drank his coffee. Duke tipped up his mug like he was giving a toast. With evidence of high esteem in his voice, he stated, “Brilliantly orchestrated,” “For a Smithson,” Blayne taunted, earning a disapproving growl from Duke. Vance leaned back in his chair and placed his arms on the a

I asked him, looking above at his tall stature. “What are you doing, Duke? Did I not warn you enough?” He asked me, almost growling in anger. But I ignored his question. “My siblings were the victims and yet, you are pinning the blame on them? Because of what? Because of what, Father?” I topped his anger with mine, though I know deep down, it was not close to his. “Duke Raven Adolphus!” Father called my full name. It was a warning. But I could not stop here. Not right now. “I was the reason why my brothers got into that fight. If you are to blame someone, then blame me!”