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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 · Kỳ huyễn
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310 Chs

Bath (R18)

The washcloth once forgotten was lifted out of the water and Desmond retrieved a pale green bar of soap from the metal dish alongside the edge of the tub. 

Dutifully, he ran the soap over what he could reach of Leonor's body. 

The water started at her stomach and he only went up from there. 

She wondered if he would dare wash all of her considering how shy he was when they first reconnected. She had noticed his confidence growing regarding their life behind closed doors. It terrified her as much as it excited her.

To her surprise, he pushed the bar of soap and then the cloth along her breasts, thoroughly making sure they were clean. She noticed he had a fixation. His eye followed the path his hands traveled. 

As he washed his seed from her chest, his heart pounded at the thought of how careless he was being. He was telling her not to have his heir yet they were inching closer and closer to actions that implied the opposite.