The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 314

ELLIOT

My heavy steps, muffled by the rug in the sitting room, carried me straight to the bedroom door.

I was so enraged that I didn’t even stop to think about invading her privacy. I grabbed the handle and burst in.

"Aaaww, Duke… ahhh" a deep moan echoed through the room.

I froze in place, the thick scent of lavender-drenched desire and lust filling the air, making my skin prickle.

My breathing turned ragged at the sight before me.

Rossella, sprawled on the bed, her legs completely spread toward me, her glistening pink pussy dripping juices that trailed down the curve of her ass, soaking the sheets.

Two fingers buried deep in that small opening—I couldn’t look away.

Heat surged through my body like molten lava, my cock hardening at the sinful display.

She writhed, her toes curled against the mattress, her back arching from the overwhelming pleasure, her eyes shut in ecstasy.

Her wet brown hair fanned out around her head like a halo.

Those breasts… holy fuck, I knew she had big tits, but damn—what a sight. My cock throbbed painfully.

My throat went dry.

Inside me, dark lust growled to break free—I even took a step toward her, licking my canines.

I itched there. Fuck, fuck. No, no! This woman… what the hell is she doing to me?!

"Aaahhh! How dare you barge into my room like this?!" she suddenly shrieked, sitting up, her wide eyes filled with panic and humiliation.

Seems she finally noticed my presence—after coming so damn hard, right in front of me, moaning my title shamelessly.

I looked away as she hastily closed that indecent robe.

Not that it made any difference—I had already seen everything I hadn’t cared to in the past ten years, and now I was standing here with aching, tight balls.

"I ordered you to have dinner in the dining hall."

"And you think that gives you the right to barge in like this, without an ounce of courtesy, into someone else’s room?!" she snapped, furious, standing to her feet.

But I was more enraged—for letting my primal instincts take over.

"This is my house, and I can go wherever the fuck I please without asking permission! And you are not someone else, you’re my wife—whether I like it or not!" I turned my head back to face her.

Damn it, put something else on, I thought, forcing my eyes not to stray to the sheer fabric clinging seductively to her naked curves.

"Duke, stop pretending. We both know I’m only your wife in title! There’s no one here but you and me"—she said, raising a finger, pointing between us.

One of the very fingers she had just fucked herself with.

My brain short-circuited when the air carried the scent of her arousal straight to my sensitive nose.

I nearly growled from pleasure, my pupils locking onto the milky traces still coating her fingertip from that delicious orgasm. I swallowed hard.

Her pussy… mmm… her pussy had to be soaked and slippery right now, still dripping after coming—No, no! Damn it!

"You have three minutes to put on something decent and get downstairs for dinner, or I will come back—and it won’t be pleasant!"

"I don’t want to have dinner with you! If my presence bothers you so much, why force yourself?!"—she took a step forward, and the neckline of that robe dipped lower, almost revealing a nipple.

My cock pulsed wildly inside my trousers. I needed to get the fuck out of this death trap!

—"I don’t give a shit what you want or don’t want! It’s an order!"—I roared like an animal, slamming the door behind me, storming out into the corridor.

I stood there, breathing heavily. My mind would not stop replaying that sensual image. I glanced down at the rigid outline pressing against my pants.

It was nearly impossible to hide the massive bulge.

The scent of that insolent lavender still clung to my senses, driving me insane. Why? Why?! It was just a woman touching herself—nothing I hadn’t seen before.

Besides, it wasn’t just any woman, it was the one who had blackmailed me into keeping her at my side all these years.

I yanked my robe closed, buttoning it firmly. I cast one last look at the door before heading back to the dining hall, trying to pull myself together.

My temper swung wildly.

I hated things I couldn’t control, and this new Rossella was throwing me off in more ways than one.

I huffed quietly, the ghost of an ironic smile on my lips as I walked to my new seat. The embarrassment vanished in an instant.

It looked ridiculous—him at one end of the table, me at the other.

If what he saw disgusted him so much, then why the hell did he force me to come?

I didn’t think about anything else when the sacred meal was served. I focused on eating as if there were no tomorrow.

Psychological hunger was always at the forefront of my mind.

No one spoke. The only sounds in the dining hall were the clinking of silverware against fine porcelain.

"Have the maids prepare a light travel bag for you. You’re coming with me tomorrow to inspect the southern lands."

"What?" I lifted my gaze from the plate, looking utterly dumbfounded.

I swallowed so fast that I choked, coughing violently.

Immediately, someone handed me a glass of water.

"Duke, I must have misheard…"

"You didn’t mishear"—his cold eyes finally met mine, staring at me across the distance between us.

"Since you were so eager to be Duchess, I think it’s time you start taking your duties seriously."

His voice was rough, commanding.

Before I could protest, I watched him quickly wipe his mouth and rise to his feet, striding toward a side door without another word.

"Mr. Wallace, have the stable hand saddle my horse. I’m going for a ride,"he ordered before disappearing, leaving me sitting there, stunned and confused.

Why the hell does the Duke want me as his companion on a business trip?!

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