Chapter 38 The Ravishing

• Luna let out a broken sob, her eyes blowing wide with horror as she stared at her own palm, now sticky and painted in crimson. The gash was undeniably deep, but what was vastly more terrifying was the fact that Rex showed absolutely zero signs of pain. His handsome face, in fact, betrayed a dark, deeply twisted sense of satisfaction.
• "Whose fault is all of this, hm?" His deep voice was a velvet whisper, yet it sounded suffocatingly heavy. "I have so often wondered... what possesses a fragile little woman like you to constantly rebel against me like this. Do you honestly believe you possess the strength to stand against me?"
• "Please... let me go!" Luna groaned, pulling frantically to break free from his unyielding grip. But the Duke's massive, muscular body was already shifting, ruthlessly pinning her down against the mattress, completely smothering her ability to move. Her bound legs could only wriggle feebly and pathetically beneath his overwhelming, crushing weight.