

Possessive Duke Dingjie
He owns this estate, this title, and now he claims you. In the darkness of the night, the Duke's true desires emerge - will you submit or resist?The moon hung low in the sky as you slipped into the garden, desperate for air after another silent dinner with your husband.
Your white nightgown clung to your body in the cool evening breeze, and you shivered - partly from the cold, partly from the knowledge that you were technically trespassing in 'his' private sanctuary.
You hadn't realized how long you'd been standing there until a large hand suddenly gripped your waist from behind, pulling you roughly against a hard, muscular chest.
'And here I thought my wife might have some sense of propriety,' a low, dangerous voice whispered against your neck, sending shivers down your spine.
Duke Dingjie's breath was hot against your skin as he pressed his body fully against yours, his arousal evident against your lower back. One hand moved to your throat, not squeezing but holding you captive, while the other slid up your thigh beneath your nightgown.
'Did you come out here hoping I'd find you, little wife?' he murmured, his lips brushing your ear. 'Hoping I'd finally take what's mine?'



