Chichii

[Mature content:R-18]
She’s my bride.
My wife.
Mine.

Innocent and sheltered Nesta Weaver is the daughter of the Earl of Devonshire, once a respected and sought-after man of wealth and stature.

However, a scandal has thrown her father’s reputation into disrepair, and she has almost given up hope of marriage until she meets the impossibly handsome Earl of Castleberry, Quinn, her father's new business partner.

The Earl is not just a savior to her father's fortune and reputation; he is everything she has dreamed a gentleman can be, and it looks like he has eyes only for her.

She knew he was going to ruin her, and she gladly let him.

Quinn, whispered to be the most cruel of them all, had never planned to marry until a blooming threat forces him to seek out the most powerful weapon that can help him win the battle against his enemies.

Nesta is everything that he shouldn’t want, but with every look and every touch, he’s tempted to throw everything away and claim her as his own.

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"God, you are beautiful," he said, marveling at the sight before him, not wasting any more time as he took one of her breasts in his mouth and fumbled with the other with his hand. Nesta moaned at the pleasure building up within her. She put her hand in his hair, lost in its softness, earning a moan from him.

"Oh, Quinn," she moaned when his mouth traveled down her neck, down to her stomach, to her private parts. She jerked up as she felt him breathe air on it.

She closed her eyes as she tried to savor this sensation that is foreign to her body. She could not get any words out due to the tension building between her legs.

Quinn raised his head for a moment. "Open your eyes, my darling," he said, a small smile playing at the corner of his lips when he saw the state she was in. But he had just started.

"I want you to look at me when I take you to that place you have never been before. I want to see the look in your eyes when you come undone with my tongue.

Okay?" he asked as his hands trailed up and cupped her breasts, making a moan escape her lips while she managed to murmur a "Yes."

The Earl’s Deception

The clanking sound of the comb as it was dropped on the table made Quinn look down at the table. He stood at the dressing table in front of the mirror where he was dressing up with the help of Preston who handed him his coat to put on but his gaze already caught on the table when he looked down at it. He had stared at it constantly since he brought it out of the chest a week ago and dropped it on the table, where it stood as a constant reminder of what he must do but couldn't as he had decided to wait a little bit. He could not help himself today when he had to wait in the line of all those men before he could see her, and when he finally did, his breath that seemed to constantly get lost momentarily stopped on its own accord.


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