314. HOW TO “MURDER” A DUKE
ELLIOT
My heavy steps, muffled by the rug in the sitting room, carried me straight to the bedroom door.
I was so enraged that I didn’t even stop to think about invading her privacy. I grabbed the handle and burst in.
"Aaaww, Duke… ahhh" a deep moan echoed through the room.
I froze in place, the thick scent of lavender-drenched desire and lust filling the air, making my skin prickle.
My breathing turned ragged at the sight before me.
Rossella, sprawled on the bed, her legs completely spread towa