All Chapters of Moonlit Temptation: Fated to be his : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Her breath got caught in her lungs, her heart pounded in her chest. She opened her mouth to speak, but before she could utter a word, his lips crashed onto hers.The kiss was intense, hungry and it stole the air left in her lungs. His tongue plunged into her mouth, claiming her with an urgency that left her dizzy. Their wet bodies pressed together, the friction sent sparks through both of them.“Hmmm…” He groaned in her mouth, his hands roamed over her body, exploring every inch of her through the soaked fabric. He pulled her closer, his hips grinded against hers, letting her feel just how much he wanted her, how much his cock was ready to dive into her. Breaking the kiss, he leaned back slightly, his eyes gleamed dark with desire. “Beg me, Rosetta” he said, his voice rough with need. Nia’s lips parted, her breath came in short gasps. “Don’t stop,” she whispered, her voice shook with need. “Please, don’t stop.” A wicked grin spread across Eros’s face. His hand slid under her gow

“Bang! Bang! Bang!” the sound of someone hitting the cellar door increased, Nia and Eros scrambled to put on their clothes, their soaked garments clung to their bodies again as the door to the cellar shook violently.The sound of heavy fists pounding against it echoed eerily.“Wh-who could it be?” Nia whispered, her voice trembled as she fastened the last button on her dress.Eros’s jaw clenched. “Stay behind me,” he instructed, pulling on his shirt hastily.Suddenly, the door flung open with a deafening crash, slamming against the stone wall. The dim lantern light flickered wildly, casting shadows over the figures that riushe din.Vivienne stood in the doorway, her lips twisted into a triumphant smirk. Behind her stood the Duke, his face shadowed by the flicker of lighting outside, the guards whose sword gleamed menacingly stood gallantly behind him.“I knew you were playing smart, Eros,” Vivienne sneered, her eyes narrowed “But I’m way smarter.”The Duke stepped forward, his boots e

“Get it together, Nia” Nia’s murmured to herself, her chest rose and fell as she stepped into the Duke’s chambers, the scary weight of the encounter she had last time she was here pressed down on her.Her eyes instinctively darted to the desk, where his fountain pen laid in plain view, a reminder that she had one put herself under his mercy, begging for his death, and now she was walking in willingly into his traps.Goosebumps spread over her skin as she remembered his anger, the cold steel of the pen pressed against her neck, and his breath was so raw and menacing. “You’re late…” The Duke’s voice cut through her thoughts, low and almost predatory. Her head snapped up just in time to see him step out of the bathroom, naked. Water dripped from his muscular frame, his dark hair slicked back. Her breath seized as her eyes involuntarily raked over his body—the sharp angles of his jaw, the broad expense of his chest, the hard lines of his abdomen, and lower still, where his erected cock

Nia’s breath caught in her throat, her chest heaving as the Duke’s words tore through the haze of her pleasure wearing off . The hatred in his voice, the venom he so effortlessly spat about Rosetta—it was unbearable.She sat up, pulling the duvet hastily over her body, desperate to cover herself. Her hands trembled as she adjusted the fabric, her mind spinning with disgust—at him, at herself, and at the tangled mess she had allowed herself to fall into.Every part of him reminded her of Michael, and her mistakes How she let herself put up with him for so long, all while she was being blackmailed to marry him , and yet she wanted to make a worthless marriage work so bad The Duke leaned back, his chest heaving, a smug satisfaction covered his features. He rubbed a hand through his damp hair, his lips curled into a sneer.“Why can’t that slut just die on her own?” he snarled, more to himself than to her. “Why make me do it for her? And yet, she still betrayed me.”Nia swallowed hard, h

“Get away from her!” He yelled, shoving the duke aside, and rushed towards the stage. Nia’s eyes fluttered open. As she had already waited for death, sweat beads formed on her forehead, her mouth had already dried, being too long on the wheel was taking strength from her, and her stomach tied in knots. Gasps filled the room as Eros dashed in between two waiters, crashing in between them as the tall, stacked glasses of champagne arranged in their tray came clattering down in a glassy mess. Murmurs filled the room as Eros grabbed the knife from the stunned performer. His chest rose and fell; fear was plastered all over his face. He couldn’t make the same mistake he did for two lives. He’d rather lose his own life than lose hers; he refused to be foolish. “Eros…”Nia mouthed weakly, taking in his scared state as he placed himself in between her and the spinning wheel, protecting her with his body as he cut her free. “Enough of this madness!” His voice thundered across the ballroom;