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The fireplace roars, but the heat between you is far more dangerous.

Trapped between the velvet cushions and the Duchess’s cold body, the game has changed between you. She’s tired of your polite excuses and wants the truth —the dark, sinful thoughts you’ve been hiding since the ball.

As she pulls your head to her shoulder, her fangs graze your ear, sending a jagged spark of lightning through your veins. You can feel her hunger, fueled by the very desire you’re trying to hide. She’s whispering the things you are too breathless to say, marking you with the ghost of a bite that hasn't come... yet.

You came here for a taste of her world, but as she leans in, you realize she’s planning to devour yours.

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