Regency Duke

Lord Elias Whitmore had been summoned to the Duke’s estate for one reason only.

His family was in debt. Deeply. And the Duke of Blackthorn had offered to clear every single pound — in exchange for Elias.

Elias had expected to be treated like a whore.

Instead, he was treated like something far more precious.

The Duke — Marcus Blackthorn — was tall, broad, and coldly beautiful. He had a reputation for being ruthless in business and utterly uninterested in romance.

That changed the moment he saw Elias.

On the first night, Marcus took Elias to his private chambers.

“Strip,” Marcus said, closing the door behind them.

Elias obeyed with shaking hands. Marcus watched him the entire time, eyes dark and hungry. When Elias was finally naked, Marcus stepped forward and ran one hand down his chest.

“You’re even more beautiful than I was told,” Marcus murmured.

He pushed Elias onto the massive four-poster bed and climbed on top of him. He kissed Elias with surprising gentleness at first — then harder, more demanding. His hands roamed possessively over Elias’s body.

When Marcus finally pushed inside him, Elias moaned at the stretch. Marcus was big, and he took his time, fucking Elias with deep, slow strokes that made Elias’s toes curl.

“You’re mine now,” Marcus said against his ear. “Not just as payment. As my lover. My consort. My everything.”

Elias could only moan in response.

Marcus fucked him with controlled power, one hand gripping Elias’s hip while the other stroked his cock. When Elias came, it was with a broken cry, his whole body shaking. Marcus followed soon after, burying himself deep and filling Elias with thick ropes of cum.

He stayed inside him for a long moment.

Then he pulled out and gathered Elias into his arms.

“You will want for nothing,” Marcus said quietly. “I will give you the world, if you let me.”

Elias looked up at him, still dazed.

“Why?” he whispered. “Why me?”

Marcus brushed the hair out of Elias’s face.

“Because the moment I saw you,” he said, “I knew I would never want anyone else.”

He kissed Elias then — slow and claiming.

And Elias realized, with terrifying clarity, that he was falling in love with the man who had bought him.

And he didn’t want to stop.