"Welcome to my world, Em. I'm your Duke. From this moment, you have to call me Your Grace at all times."
Emmery's heart skipped a beat. "And if I won't?"
Devan grinned in anticipation."Well, bad girls deserve a s******g, don't you think?"
And that was when Emmery knew she was captivated. His world was slowly luring her in with a promise to make her wildest dreams come true. As real as the man who held her. She could feel his l**t through his gaze, touch, and words. It was so palpable she could almost taste it.
Her own l**t flared.
She breathed, testing the endearment in her tongue. "Y-Your Grace."
Desire surged through Devan like liquid fire from his loins down to his toes. It was starting to consume him. Urge him to do something impulsive and stupid. There was something about Emmery
