CHAPTER 4 Part 4

When the duke still remained silent and stoic, Alena pressed her dagger against his throat.

“Now answer me, Duke. Or else, I will slit you throa–“

In a lightning-fast maneuver, the duke reversed their positions.

Alena could only look at him, breathless and wide-eyed. Just how fast was this man?!

Pinned beneath him, Alena glared at him.

“I told you...” he said, finally responding. “You’ve missed the chance I gave you to kill me, Duchess.”

And just like that, his words, that bewitching voice, those eyes, and his body pressed against hers ignited a storm of sensations that she was never meant to feel again.

It was simply inexplicable, but every fiber of Alena’s being now suddenly felt really alive. When he leaned in, and the warmth of his breath ghosted over her lips, the way her heart thundered in her chest shocked her.

Her jaws worked. Her rational mind kept telling her that something was not right. What was happening was impossible in the first place. And now this... this strange reaction of her body towards him... no, there was nothing normal in this! Nothing! She needed to get away from this man to think and see what was truly going on right now! She can’t give in to this… Whatever this was… yes, all these just can’t be real! This man was definitely doing something to her!

"Get off me and let me go," she somehow managed to say. She wanted to push him, but she felt weak. Can she even actually do anything against this man? Someone like him, someone who could turn a ghost back into their human body, was definitely more than just a human being—if he even was one!

“Are you certain?” His sinfully dark and seductive voice echoed so pleasingly while his gaze continued to snare her. “You look like you wanted me to kiss you and ravage you right now, Duchess.”

Alena's lips parted in disbelief at what she was hearing.

“Tonight is our wedding night, so we have a duty to consummate our marriage -"

“Y-you’re sick, Duke Donovian,” she hissed, trying to regain control over the disorienting situation. “I am a dead woman, and you know that."

“Right now,” he whispered, “you are under me, in flesh, alive, and... inflamed, Duchess.”