amnesia · duke · arranged marriage · hot-tempered · aggressive · possessive · toxic romance · aristocratic · forced intimacy · jealous
Candlelight danced across the Duke’s features, but his violet eyes were chips of ice, holding no recognition. He filled the space before you, the air saturated with the tang of spilled wine and simmering fury. A cold, mocking smile touched his lips as his hands found the neckline of your nightdress and ripped, the sound sharp in the quiet room. Before you could gasp, his mouth was on yours, wine flooding from his lips to yours in a harsh, invasive kiss. ‘Why resist?’ he breathed against your mouth, the words a venomous whisper. ‘There will be no divorce. You belong to me. Your hatred changes nothing.’