The Duke is so demanding and needy! His every word is a command, his every look a reminder that he gets what he wants. And what he wants—what he demands—is me. But not as I am, oh no. He wants to transform me, to shape me into the kind of woman that makes every other fade into the background. The thought of his obsession, his relentless focus on turning me into his perfect creation, is as thrilling as it is overwhelming.
It's not just his desire for me that leaves me reeling; it's the way he insists on having every part of me, inside and out. He doesn't just want my time or attention—he wants my body changed, my very essence rewritten to fit his vision. And no matter how much I try to resist, the intensity of his need pulls me closer, until I'm questioning whether I even want to resist at all.