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Making The Duke Mine

Her slender finger began tracing his facial features as she spoke, "My desire to make you mine," Her finger moved towards his plump lips as she sensually caressed them under her thumb, wondering how they would feel on hers. Will it be as mind-blowing as she had always imagined it to be? "Is still as solid as a rock, but...." She suddenly stopped her movement and stepped away from him. He frowned. When did she become so bold to touch him like that? He knew her for being timid and naive. Yes, he knew the girl fancied him a lot, but she had never dared to act on her feelings. Did he like it? Yes! And he was ready to see how far she could go in her game, so before she could take another step away from him, he brought her back to her previous position. Maybe closer than before. Oh, how he wanted to feel those round breasts on his body and run his hands along those delicious-looking curves, but he held himself back. Susan wasn't his regular woman. He could still feel the fierce innocence in those hazel eyes despite how daring she presented herself. It was her innocence that sent him running for his life. He couldn't trap her in his darkness- the darkness she was begging to be part of. To distract himself from throwing her into the bed and satisfying his demons, he repeated her last word as he was curious to know her mind, "But?" "But I won't force you this time around...."

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CHAPTER 43

Edmund leaned against a carriage that was parked far from where Viscount William stood talking to a man dressed in a plain coat and well-ironed pants. He could tell the man wasn't exactly a member of the high society, but a man of influence It could be seen in his poise stance as he talked to the viscount. 

Edmund would have loved to know what the two were talking about so seriously with their heads bobbing up and down at intervals. The man William was talking to looked oddly familiar, but Edmund couldn't place the man's face in his memory. He was having a double feeling about it. He might have seen the man from one of his business trips or balls or soirees or somewhere very insignificant which was why it was hard to remember.