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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
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306 Chs

Each Other's (R18)

How she could be relaxed and so unbelievably wound up at the same time was beyond her. It was her turn to feel desperation and alarms in her mind told her she needed him to keep going at all costs. 

Before she knew it, light moans escaped her lips. She kissed his shoulder or pressed her nose into his neck. 

Not only was he stimulating inside of her but his naked body on top of hers was overwhelming. Her breasts pressed against such a strong chest. The more they moved together, the more she felt sweat form between them. 

"It feels so good," she whispered. "Do… whatever you want to do to me."

At his wife's request, Desmond separated his body from hers but it was just so he could taste her lips once more and muffle her moans with his mouth. He slipped his tongue into her mouth and tasted her mouth. 

He did so as if asking for forgiveness for what he was about to do.