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Become The Duke's Wife Or Die

Waking up to find a naked man sleeping beside her is a common thing. Life is an adventure, as well as an area for fun, so she will make the most effort in it. But what would happen if a morning she found Duke Kleochard, the most ruthless duke who liked to execute people, sleeping beside her? “Holy crab, did I just spend the first night with Duke Kleo?” she, Lyra, said nervous and scared. “Didn't he just execute a maid of his palace for accidentally touching his body in a fall? Then what will he do to me if he wakes up and finds me sleeping beside him? No! I have to run!” But before her feet could reach on the floor, a hand grabbed her slender arm, followed by a heavy, pagan alto. "Where are you going, Miss?" It's Duke Kleo. “You have to take responsibility after taking my first night.” "Don't kill me! Don't kill me, My Lord!" she pleaded. "I still want to live." "I will not kill you as long as you want to be my wife. But if you refuse it then you must die." "No!" Shook her head quickly. “I cannot be your wife, My Lord. I don't want to get married. I beg for your forgiveness.” "Then do you want to die?" he asked, giving her a cold, hideous look. This is a story about a girl who loves having one night with many men, with a man who doesn't even have a single woman in his life. How will their story end? ***

RoyalBleed · História
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245 Chs

What Happened?

"So hold yourself back!"  she pleaded, trying to stop him from getting out of control.  "I beg!"  Screaming when he devoured her chest.  Like a stinging relentlessly, centered on her core, pulsating and swollen, urging him to slide inside immediately.

  Even she almost choked along with his seductive movement, which sucked with a flexible tongue.  Another torment, making her unsure whether she should pull or push him.

  But she closed her eyes while feeling the enjoyment that snaked on her belly, which encircle her navel along with the hardened chest.

  Even she almost hugged his head, as if overwhelmed by her own decision.  Maybe she was too complacent when she remembered the moment of the sweetest torture that she got last night, the rapid jabs and stirs, like her teared up.