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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 · Fantasie
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289 Chs

Far From Finished (R18)

Since it was only the second time they had joined their bodies, Leonor was still worried about the pain she felt before. Yet the more he touched her, the more it felt natural for them to keep going.

Fears of her desire were momentarily forgotten as Desmond used his fingers to get her ready for what he was about to do to her. Her body felt like it was opening to him as her back relaxed and her eyes drifted closed. 

Leonor further settled into the position of kneeling inside of a bathtub. Her back arched and Desmond was given a better view of her perfectly curved backside.

There was nothing else to say–no more permission to seek. She verbally told him what she wanted and her body now proved her words.

He directed his head into her drenched core and he eased into her, his teeth clenched and eye shut as he tried adjusting to what he was feeling. 

"Relax," he whispered.