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My Disfigured Duke Husband Helps Me Plot My Revenge

A powerless woman’s worst nightmare is marrying someone against her will. When those who are supposed to protect her betray her in the vilest of ways, Leonor is forced to marry a Duke known for his cold nature and repulsive appearance. After a miserable childhood, it shouldn’t have been a surprise to her that her future was never truly in her hands in the first place. Duke Desmond de Montclair was nobody before the war. He garnered the King’s favor by doing the impossible in battle. Unfortunately, any achievement is eclipsed by his appearance and unbearable personality. In a kingdom that idolizes beauty, there is no room for someone like him. At first, Leonor finds life with the Duke to be what she’s used to - walking on eggshells and never speaking what’s truly in her heart. Eventually, things slowly start to change as the Duke learns about the horrors she faced while living with her family. His power becomes the key to her revenge. However, in a moment where she feels cornered, Leonor confesses to the Duke that she’s in love with someone else. The progress she has made with the Duke comes crashing down around her. Will her magic abilities be enough to convince the Duke not to throw her out? If she can make herself useful to him, perhaps she can gain his sympathy somehow…

QueenFrieza · Fantasy
Not enough ratings
325 Chs

Awake or Dreaming? (R18)

Desmond was being so different that day, Leonor wanted to find it alarming. However, because he was him, she fell into his embrace and let him do as he pleased because she found pleasure in everything he was doing. 

Even though she knew deep down that she would normally be embarrassed by the situation, she didn't have resistance as she opened her eyes to her husband's request. 

He continued teasing her with his fingers while still sliding his manhood in and out of her, ensuring she was feeling every inch of him. 

"You're the one looking so hungry… ah!" she cried out, unable to keep herself together. 

"My favorite food has been offered to me," he whispered. "What do you expect?" 

If he could do what they were doing instead of eating, he certainly would. Even though she was the one eating him, he felt full. 

He couldn't speak anymore as he bit her neck and shoulder, but his eye remained on the reflection.