Capturing the Duke

I was kidnapped this morning. Claimed this afternoon. Ruined by nightfall.

Lord Strathmore and Lucien Blackwell were after my valuables, and as the Duke of Rutledge, I have plenty of those. But what started as a simple heist turned into something far deeper. Something that destroyed every illusion I had about who I was meant to be.

Turns out, the sheltered duke is a natural-born cockslut.

Turns out, I’m prettier on my knees in a shabby country home than in the ballrooms of London.

And a new plan forms, one that assures their freedom and leaves me at their mercy for four days. Four days to let them fill me, use me, transform me.

Kidnapping? This is liberation.