Moonlit Temptation: Fated to be his
She circled around him, her voice dropped lower, more venomous.
“Your brother…fucking her. On this desk, your desk…cumming, and then laughing at your cluelessness after they’re done.”
“Enough!!!” The Duke’s hands slammed onto the desk, sending papers and trinkets flying. His chest heaved, rage coursed through him
Vivienne ducked as a glass figurine crashed to the floor beside her, her grin unshaken. She straightened as his fury subsided, feeding off his anger.
“You see, my love?” she said smoothly, and stepped closer. “They think they can outsmart you. That they can take what’s yours—what rightfully belongs to us.”
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