Page 36 of Duke of Seduction

When it dropped into her mouth, Helena felt unfathomable pleasure as it slid inside of her and made its way to her core. She sensed the exact moment the small bead inside of her finally stopped and filled her with warmth, and she knew. Morgan had just made himself a part of her.

Morgan smirked wickedly, as though he was able to read her thoughts, before giving her one last world-spinning kiss.

“Time to get back to the party, little one,” he said, getting to his feet. He seemed almost apologetic as he took her hands in his and pulled her to her feet.

Still dazed, Helena swayed as she stood, but Morgan steadied her, albeit with a condescending chuckle.

“Now, when you get back out there,” Morgan instructed, busying himself with tidying her up, “You are going to flirt better than ever with your suitors, and you know why?”

Helena shook her head, still unable to find her voice.

Morgan finished fixing her hair and began to adjust her necklace.

“Because you now know to whom you truly belong,” Morgan said with an edge of possessiveness as his hands tightened fleetingly around her neck.

Helena’s eyelids fluttered at the pleasure of his grip.

“Because you will be holding a secret. A secret that you have experienced pleasure far beyond anything they could give you, and no matter how hard they try, they will never achieve what you just had and will have withme.

“You will flirt fiercely because you will know you belong to me, and that immediatelymakesmebetter than any ofthem. They are not your admirers or your equals. They are your toys. And you will play with their egos like the temptress you are. Am I understood?”

“Yes.”

This time Helena did not breathe the word. She tried to speak, but her throat was thick in the wake of his seduction. A self-reverence filled Helena’s soul as she realized the truth of Morgan’s words, and she felt herself smirk as Morgan’s grip tightened on her throat, forcing her gaze up at him.

“Yes, what, little one?” he demanded, his grip becoming tighter.

She smiled seductively back at him, brushing her nails softly against the back of the hand that held her throat.

“Yes,sir.”

“Helena’s mood seems to have improved,” Barbara mused.

Morgan’s eyes darted to her, then to Ambrose at her side. They, along with Duncan, Alice and Teresa, were all looking at Helena, marveling at the positive shift in her mood.

“She said her head ached and she had needed a rest,” Teresa stated, her tone offering reason. “Perhaps that was all she needed. She certainly seems happier now.”

“Far more attentive to her suitors than before,” Alice noted.

Morgan’s eyes flicked to her, but Duncan caught his gaze. His brother was looking at him with a steady, calm intensity, and it irked him to his core. Duncan did not know. There was no way he could.

“Maybe she just needed you all to stop putting so much pressure on her,” Morgan stated, his voice devoid of its usual sarcastic tone.

Everyone immediately turned and stared at him with naked indignation. He rolled his eyes at them, showing his lack of concern for their judgment.

“We are not pressuring her,” Barbara sighed, but rolled her own eyes and shook her head as she added, “I do despise when Morgan is right, but he is. We have put so much strain on her. And look at what good a little rest did for her! Perhaps we should listen to our jester and give our girl a few days’ reprieve from her suitors, hmm?”

Ambrose continued looking at his little sister, studying her newfound willingness and polite manners. Morgan, however, tried to hide his smile, knowing exactly what had caused Helena to change her attitude. He looked her over once more and felt a sense of pride at her new ease and self-confidence.

“I suppose so,” Ambrose reluctantly agreed, turning back to Morgan. “What do you know, Morgan?” Ambrose quipped, smirking at his friend, “You might actually be right about something.”

More than you will ever realize.

He watched Helena, incredibly pleased as she executed his instructions perfectly.Tooperfectly. Her ability to act engaged and enthralled by her suitors was a worthy enough performance to be put to the stage. He suddenly grinned and shivered as he thought of the little “warm-up” he had given her before she had returned to her performance.

“Still cold?” Duncan asked.

“What?” Morgan said curtly.

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