Evil Duke, Please Be Gentle!

The vivid scene of him hovering over her while kissing her passionately. His hands moving over her body freely and enjoying what was underneath passed through her eyes and she shivered.

Heat spread all over her body and she felt a strange feeling forming in the pit of her stomach. She clenched her thighs instinctively and looked away.

The man was too brazen but his words had made her hot. But she could not give him the satisfaction he was carving for.

"I think you are greatly mistaken. There is a limit to being delusional.`` That was what he liked about her!

She never accepted defeat and believed in giving head on even if the enemy was stronger than her.

The way her eyes burn and sparkle. It felt like two sons were there. That drew him so damn much that he could hardly maintain his posture.

All he wanted to do was to pounce on her and kiss those luscious lips till she would accept that she loved him too.

Wait kiss! He looked around and found there were only three maids that were staring at them from a distance as he was an envoy, so his insult could bring grave consequences for the family who was already suffering from turmoil.

"If you are so doubtful, I have a way to prove it, my lady. I can show you here at this moment, how enchanting I am.`` His eyes were sparkling and she knew that it was a trap.

A yes and she was sure that he would do something that would leave her bare and vulnerable. She would be his mercy. But was she that weak to reject a challenge?

Even if she would feel bare, there was no way that she would show him or accept that in front of him.

​ Her eyes stared at the wilderness in his eyes and felt herself nodding.

A wide grin formed on his face, like a predator who had trapped a wild beast that was stronger than him. All due to the naivety and ego that the beast could not let go of.

But it was already too late to regret, she was in the net for him to devour her.

He stood up slowly while licking his lips in a strange way. Her throat felt dry just by looking at his face, his eyes, that had something darker in them.

Should she feel fear, and run away. But before she could have that chance, he had already trapped her by holding both sides of arms to the rest of the chair she was sitting on.

His hands moved closer and held her hands when her heartbeat accelerated.

"Badump"

"Badump" she felt the sound of her heartbeat so strongly that all other sounds ceased to exist in that moment.

He yanked her hands and pulled her towards him when she almost crashed on his chest due to the force he had used in standing her up.

Coming out of the spell, she glared at him and opened her mouth to scold him when he leaned suddenly and captured those lips.

Her words dying in her mouth as she tried to beat his chest and jerk herself away. Her clam had fractured completely when she felt him taking her soul out of her body.

The kiss was not gentle but forceful, demanding and more of a lesson that she could not take her eyes off him. That she could not resist his charms.

She smelled of lavender and her skin was so soft to hold. Only he knew for how long he wanted to touch her this way. But she was still resisting. He frowned when she clattered her teeth and did not let him enter in her mouth.

Did she think that she could still resist? Ha! It was too late when she had nodded her head and now she was his to devour her until he wanted.

He bit her lower lips with some force when she tried to clamp shut her mouth and a gasp escaped her lips this time. And he used this opportunity to enter her mouth.

It was an intoxicating taste, he felt like he was having the strongest liquor. Could he still taste it in her mouth or was it because it was her that he felt getting intoxicated?

She quivered, a full-bodied tremor, as though in an icy wind. Resentment, hatred, could feel so much like bashfulness. He stroked deeper. Has anyone ever kissed her before? Her rigid grip on his shoulders, an impotent attempt to push him away, suddenly relaxed. For one moment, he felt the curiosity in her lips—fragile, groping, as easily ruined as encouraged.

Then she sagged, becoming a boneless burden in his arms. He was kissing clay that was melting under his arm and his touch. His grip on her waist tightened, making sure that she would not lose her balance and fall on the ground.

But at the same time, it gave him assurance that he had already won the first bet. She was melting in his arms. If that was not a sign that she could not resist his charms then what it was?

He eased back, his triumph oddly hollow. He cupped her cheek, stroking to goad her. Her skin was impossibly soft and velvety. It was so enticing that he did not want to let go of her but in the end, he ended the kiss when he felt that she was having trouble breathing and all her energy was already gone.

The tigress had gone leaving a small lamb behind that was leaning on him to maintain her balance.

Her cheeks felt hot. She was blushing. But she lifted her chin and stared him in the eyes. "Do you feel like a villain?" she asked. "Or do you require more?"

He flinched.

Has this been a lesson to her? Or was it merely an example of commonplace evil? "I . . ." His throat closed on unthinkable words. I am sorry?