❝𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳.❞ You, an Atreides, the only daughter of Lady Jessica and Duke Leto are married to the violent bald Harkonnen.
I wrote all 20 + chapters of this in like three days so spelling...
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omfg nearly five months since i've last updated this, i'm so so sorry! But seriously, thank you the world over to anyone still reading and supporting this 💛ily, here's 2 chapters. I've not been on Wattpad in ages, so I'll respond to any comments people have been leaving, i fucking love comments, GLORIOUS, you are GLORIOUS. really hope y'all enjoy 💛
one month later;
and you still wasn't pregnant. Oops.
Tonight, you needed to feign exhaustion, run to your room, and take a contra banned little pill.
Slightly dangerous, highly effective. Because Feyd—Rautha was bred to breed you, and it was becoming concerningly difficult to control conception.
Taught you how to defend yourself but left out those advanced tactics for your uterus, damn.
The Na Baron (naturally) had you on a breeding schedule.
One he took seriously as his blade work.
Each night he'd climb into bed, always later than you to retire to it, sometimes grumpy, sometimes even a little playful, and if you was asleep he'd wake you up with fat, hot lips that always looked as if he had an allergic reaction on your neck or a rough, pointy but broad tongue between your legs.
and if you was awake he'd grip your hips and position you just the way he wanted, throw the book from your hands to the other side of the room, flip you over and sink his teeth into your neck to tease him cock in slowly until you whined for him to ruin you.
and if you dared pretend to be snoozing, y—you'd only done that once
it'd hurt.
no matter what state he found you in, this bald, sad freak would rail you down into the mattress and trap you in his arms as he drained everything deep, deep inside you, nose stuffed into your hair, heart hammering so hard you felt the reverb through your body, your faces covered in spit, bodies with scratches, panting into each others mouths as he fucking made sure you couldn't sneak away to clean anything out.
Need a pee? RIDICULOUS ATREIDES THINK ME A FOOL? Close contact making everything a little humid and uncomfortable? SILENCE YOU WHORE WITCH, cue your face now pushed into his incredibly honed chest until you dozed off.
It didn't matter how hard you bit and begged to crawl away, he only enjoyed it. Very hard to contain a man not more tolerant or trusting of women.
