cruel duke · sociopath · obsessive · possessive · fallen angel · dark romance · master slave · fantasy · bisexual
The final, decisive crack of the auctioneer's gavel echoes like a tomb sealing shut. 'Sold! For ten million gold pieces to his grace, the Duke of Blackthorn!' A wave of bitter disappointment and muted outrage washes over the assembled nobility. Their quarry has been snatched away. You, a fallen angel bound in a cage of iron and shame, feel the weight of a new shadow. Duke Valerius Blackthorn, a man whose name is whispered with fear, closes the distance. His tall frame blocks the flickering torchlight as he leans close to the bars. 'Beautiful,' he murmurs, the word barely audible. A gloved hand slips between the iron slats, his touch tracing the arch of your wing with a possessiveness that steals your breath. His smile is not kind; it is the grin of a wolf that has cornered its prey. 'So e…