Page 34 of Bad Duke

When Paul pulls up outside the house I barely give Olivia the chance to get out the car before I lift her up and fling her over my shoulder. We get a few odd looks when I carry her past some of the older staff members and I don’t even let it get me mad. The way I see it, now Olivia is on board with my plan and I’m determined to see it through.

“Alex.” She giggles as her legs kick me in protest. “Alex, wait.”

She at least tries to look serious when I place her back on her feet beside the bed. “Having a child and getting married is a huge step”

“I know.” I grab her jaw and drag her onto me so I can kiss her. Sliding my other hand down her back, I unzip her dress. Pretty as it is, I need to get her out of it, again.

“Alex, if you're serious about doing this right, we should get married before we start trying to get pregnant. We don’t want a scandal.” She pulls her head back from me.

“Sorry, but I’ve got a vision in my head of a pregnant bride in September, now.” I shrug, quickly getting back to work.

“I’m being serious, now. I don’t know what you’ve done to me that's making me think that going along with this is a good idea, but I’m pretty sure it doesn’t work like this. People who have children together know each other. They?—”

“Stop overthinking everything. You can’t compare us to other people. I don’t know what this is either but, with you, everything my dad had said to me about settling down and having an heir suddenly doesn’t scare me. I want it, and I’m not going to try and convince you that this isn’t crazy. Because it is, but it doesn’t have to make sense to anyone else, just to us.”

I want her to know how serious I am, those bitches at the party knocked what little confidence she had and made her feel unworthy and that won’t fucking do.

“You see this ring?” I lift up her hand in front of us. “It was given to my mother by a man who she really loved. I don't know who he is or why they couldn’t be together. She must have met him before she did my father. But she treasured this. It was special to her.” I watch Olivia’s eyes focus on it. “I wanted you to have it because you're special to me. This isn’t an arrangement, Olivia, this is the rest of our lives.” I watch her swallow thickly as if the thought terrifies her.

“I’m so scared of being him,” I admit, giving her a little more of myself. She thinks we don’t know each other, but she’s wrong, right now she knows more about me than anyone. “He beat her badly. All the time, and when she finally left him, he wouldn't let her take me with her. He didn’t want me, he hated me. But he kept me here because he knew it was the only way he could hurt her once she was gone,” I explain, watching Olivia’s face turn sad. “I’ve felt that kind of spite before. I’ve hurt people and made them suffer, but when it comes to you, all that hate and selfishness fail to exist. You make me want to be the man I promised my mother I would be, and I want to get this right.” I slide my thumb over the emerald on her finger, feeling more open and exposed than I’ve ever been in my life.

“We’ll get it right.” Her hand reaches up to slide over my stubbled jaw and when I feel it trembling I press mine over it and hold it steady.

“Don’t be scared of me or what’s happening between us. All I’m ever going to do is take care of you. I’m not my father.” I shake my head.

“I’m not him,” I repeat, knowing that it’s me I’m trying to convince more than her.

“Come on.” Olivia takes my hand and slowly backs herself up to the bed, taking a seat on the edge of the mattress and looking up at me as she undoes my belt. I swear I see a glisten of tears in her eyes as she unbuckles me and opens my trousers. Reaching her dainty hand inside, she wraps her fingers around my cock. I’m already hard for her, precum leaking from my tip as she starts to stroke me through her fist.

“I like it when you command me,” she admits, guiding me to her mouth and slowly sliding her tongue over my thick, swollen head.

“I like being your good girl.”

I growl when her mouth engulfs me and she attempts to take me all the way to the back of her throat. She gags when she can’t fit it all in, and the way her spit coats my shaft makes the urge to grip her head and force it all the way in, hard to control. But I allow her to keep her own pace, sliding me between her lips, and working me with her hand. She looks up at me as she rolls my tip around her tongue and when I feel myself getting far too close I grab her throat in the arch of my hand and force her back onto the mattress.

“Your far too fucking good at that for someone who’s had no practice.” I climb over her body, curling one of her legs around my hip so I can be back inside her again.

I hiss when my cock feels how wet she is through her panties, I don’t even care that it’s likely to be the cum I fucked into her back in Elizabeth Winfield’s bathroom. I’ll fuck it back inside her and give her some more.

“I like the noise you make when you put yourself inside me,” Olivia admits, proving she’s not done as she pulls her panties to the side to allow me access.

“I like how it feels when I’m full of you.” I give her what she wants, driving into her hard and watching her mouth move like I’ve taken away her ability to talk. All she can do now is make those sweet, little sounds that signal that she’s about to come. She smiles up at me as I thrust in and out of her, her nails digging into my shoulders and her pussy gripping me inside it like a vice, as she comes all over my cock

“And I like it when you come inside me,” she confesses, her words triggering my entire body to tense as my cock spills into her. I drop my head into her neck and slide my arm under her body so I can lift it slightly and hold it close to mine.

“Now, we both know each other a little better,” she whispers sweetly into my ear, and when I lift my head back up to look at her, I see contentment in her bright, shiny eyes.

I could tell her right here that I love her because I’m pretty sure that’s what I’m feeling.

“Do you think you’ll ever give up that heart for me?” I question, opening myself up and giving her the chance to hurt me again.

“Would you give yours up for me?” She hits me back with a clever smirk, and I wipe it right off her face with my next sentence…

“It’s already yours.”

OLIVIA

TWO WEEKS LATER

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