The Duke Of Sin Novels & Stories

"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

Shadow’s sharp eyes gazed at his face. He shook his head, ignoring the shock murmur of his followers. “He is– no, I am greedy and full of rage. I act holier than thou even though I am racist. I also dare to commit a felony to the royal.” He went full swing confession in a single breath, rapping through all the way to give points to her. Malikul’s jaw dropped and Lionhart shut his eyes from witnessing the shameful act of the duke. No matter how different their opinion was, publicly shaming the duke, someone who was higher than him felt so wrong.

“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?”

"The Duke everyone thought was a respectable man, the one who was already happily married to an equally despicable woman who gave birth to his two legitimate sons, and yet, one day when his frail sister was taking her bath, he walked in on her, a little drunk, but not to the point of not realizing what he did, and he raped her, the same way his grandfather did the duchess, she fought him that day, nail and tooth, but eventually he overpowered her and raped her on the cold marble of the bathroom, inside her home, the pain and evil of the deed awaking the demon blood in their joined blood and creating a freak out of it, one with thick demonic blood which was too heavy on the little human blood

He wore designer jeans, a fitted black t-shirt, expensive leather jacket, looking more like he belonged in a Milan nightclub than a Sicilian family estate. His eyes swept the room, landing on me, and his expression shifted to appreciation, a slow grin spreading across his face. “And who is this gorgeous chick?” He started moving toward me, confident, his smile widening. Enzo was on his feet instantly, his arm shooting out, blocking Dante’s path, his body positioning between us with clear territorial warning. “My woman,” Enzo said, his voice cold, dangerous. “Nina Nyx.” Dante stopped, looked between us, his grin turning slightly mocking. “Your woman? I see.” He tilted his head, studying me wi

He stared at me deeply, but not with disgust, rather concern. He pulled me in for a hug without saying anything. After a while, he pulled out. “Do you wanna talk about it?” He asked, holding my hands. “I guess.” I managed. I never thought I would tell anyone about this, but with Arson? I felt safe. “He said it’s the only way for me to stay away from sin. He said We must destroy sin and every sinful engagement. I get whipped each time I disobey him. He is the major reason why I am alive.” I waited for him to say something, but he just kept on looking at me, waiting for me to finish.

He continued reading for a while after I entered and only looked up when he had marked the place he had stopped. “Damian,” he said simply as he leaned back on his seat, acknowledging my presence. “Selene is not right for me. She's just,” I began. “You're wasting your time,” he snapped. “This is about your feelings, no one cares about that.” “I can't commit my life to someone that has no value to me. And that's what you're trying to make me do,” I protested. “I don’t want to live a lie.” “You’re already living a lie,” he replied without missing a beat. “You’re living a lie pretending that you have a choice.”

“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.

It was the Christ the King celebration, and he was to chair the fair trade and the commissioning of the grotto that followed the procession, until Fabian appeared with news he had assumed he had dealt with temporarily. “What still holds her death? Why does she still roam the manor?” He stopped in front of Fabian to ask, even when he had been told the reason a thousand times. Fabian just stood in the darkness of the room, staring back at Edric and wishing he could control himself. “I am so close to being the next duke, so close to sitting on that seat of power and dining with the king,” he said aloud as he resumed pacing the room again, not caring if anyone overheard him.

Sergio turned to Duncan and his face was red from rage and embarrassment. “How dare you deceive me!? Who do you think you are!?” He raised his voice and Duncan fell on his knees in fear. “Forgive me, I didn’t mean to deceive you.” He stated as his voice was trembling in fear. “I also didn’t know the painting was fake. Please forgive me.” He lowered his voice again. However, Sergio was not going to take the humiliation. To be deceived in front of so many of his men was one of the greatest humiliation one could do to him.