Page 20 of Bad Duke

“I’m a duke now, Olivia, I need to start thinking about my future.” I close my eyes and try not to enjoy the sensation of his fingers being inside me again. I’m so sore from being stretched by his cock, yet the way he’s stroking inside me is almost soothing.

“You're a nice girl. A good girl and that's just what I need.”

“No.” I wrap my hand around his wrist like I’m about to stop him, but his thumb slowly starts to rub circles against my clit, while his fingers continue to leisurely fuck his cum inside me, and I find myself motioning my hips towards his rhythm, rather than pushing him away.

“That’s a good girl.” There they are again, those words that make my skin shiver and my nipples tingle. The pride in his voice makes me feel like I want to please him more and so, I don’t just let him do it. I watch him.

What the fuck is wrong with me? Why am I allowing this when I know what the consequences could be?

“I think you like me owning this pussy and having my cum tucked inside it.” He smirks, his head leaning forward so he can slide his nose up my cheek.

“I think you like giving me what I want,” he whispers into my ear. But I don’t answer him. I can’t. His fingers feel too good inside me and I’m too busy trying to figure out why what he’s saying is true.

Ever since I first saw this man I’ve felt drawn to him. It feels like he holds some kind of power over me, one that I don’t want him to ever give back.

“You don’t know me.” I manage to force the words out, at least trying to put up a fight.

“I like what I know so far,” he tells me softly, somehow making all this sound simple.

“You're grieving, and you're drunk.” I try my best to make him see reality here. You can’t decide you want someone to be the mother of your child after knowing them for ten days.

“I’m not grieving, I hated my father, and it takes a lot more than what I’ve drank tonight for me to be drunk,” he assures me. “Now you know a little more about me.” There’s a smirk on his face when he pulls it back from mine.

“Alex.” I look up at the very dangerous, beautiful man who has his fingers buried inside me, pushing his cum into my cervix.

“What? Do you want me to stop?” he questions and the fact I doubt he would, even if I did, doesn’t distract me from how crazy my answer is.

I shake my head back at him and grip the edge of his desk, riding my hips against his hand and letting my body succumb to him for the second time tonight. He narrows his eyes and bites his lips as he watches me come for him all over again. My pulse races, my muscles spasm, and all that tension that's been building in my stomach finally spills over. “That's right, you suck at my fingers and take what’s yours, pretty girl,” he tells me, the wicked glint in his eye is as dangerous as it is thrilling, and when he leans in and places another kiss on my forehead, I flop back on his desk exhausted. Alex uses his free hand to grip my throat and pull me back up to him. “I’m so fucking proud of you tonight, Olivia.” He removes his fingers from my pussy and I see his pleasure and mine, combined, with the pink tinge that's left of my innocence as he brings them to my mouth and marks my lips with them. Just like he did with his cum the first night I got here.

“Taste that, pretty girl. It’s your past, your present, and your fucking future.” He drags his finger down my chin before he snatches my jaw and kisses me. “Tastes good, doesn’t it?” he whispers.

ALEX

The poor girl looks exhausted, so I gently lift her off my desk and carry her up the stairs to her room. The room that I’ve just decided will become mine too. Both the dogs snarl at me as I carry her to the bed and lie her on the mattress, then when she snuggles her head into the pillow and immediately falls asleep, I stand and watch her until one of the dogs growls and distracts me.

“Don’t fucking judge me,” I snap at it before heading into the en suite to grab a shower. Just seeing the blood streaks on my cock makes me want to go back into that room and fuck her all over again, but I appreciate that she’s given me enough for one night. Olivia will need time to get her head around what she’s learned, and I’m going to have to get some control over what I'm feeling because I’m starting to wonder what its limits are. When I’m done showering I ignore the dogs who are both curled up at the bottom of the bed and get under the covers, doing my best not to disturb her. I lie on my side staring at her pretty, peaceful face, and decide it doesn’t matter what those limits are. I never imagined that I could feel like I belong here in this house after everything that’s happened. But with her lying beside me, I suddenly feel like this is home.

“Good night.” I kiss her forehead carefully so I don’t wake her, then resting back on my pillow I attempt to get some sleep.

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“Sorry, I was trying not to disturb you.” Olivia looks awkward when I open my eyes and catch her making her way out the bedroom door.

“You trying to run?” I sit up, wondering how I managed to sleep so well when I see that it’s almost 8 am. I’m usually lucky to get three hours out of a night, at best.

“I have work.” She shrugs, pulling her oversized sweater up on her shoulder.

“You go to work dressed like that?” I stare at the skin-tight leotard that shows off every perfect curve of her body.

“I’m a dancer.” She shrugs as if that’s a plausible excuse. “Look, if I don’t leave now I’m going to be late, but we need to talk about last night when I get home.” Her expression seems confident but the slight quiver in her voice gives away how nervous she is.

“Why don’t we talk now?” I get out of bed and make my way towards her and when she notices that I’m completely naked and semi-hard she flicks her eyes in a different direction.

“I told you, I’m going to be late. I have a class at nine and I have to call a taxi.”

“I’ll drive you,” I offer, pressing both my palms against the door, caging her in and stopping her from opening it. My cock, pressing against the flimsy fabric that's between her skin and mine, guarantees that she’s going to be late for work.

“So, what do you want to talk about?” I whisper. Loving the brave, little breath she makes while her lips tremble.

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