When I've finished to dry myself, I walk to the bed and lie down, not paying any attention to the Duke. He notices my complicated mood, and he sighs beaten.
He strolls to the bed and reaches out to me.
I turn to the side, not even glancing at him.
«Is my Duchess really intending to sleep this early?» he whispers, too close to be ignored.
I clench my fists but don't move. I have to stay true to my intentions if I want to succeed! In a few weeks, the Duke will stop controlling my every move, and he will let me choose my own servants. I just have to wait some more, and the Duke will give up.
When his warm hand caresses my hip, I wince surprised. His breath hits my ear when he whispers something naughty.
I freeze in place, stopping from breathing all of a sudden while excited thrills run through my spine.
Why is my body reacting like this? Why does the Duke already know how to touch me and where?
