Page 25 of Bad Duke

“Of course, we can.” He ignores my concerns, creeping his fingers under my waistband and giving my clit the attention it needs. I draw breath as just the skim of his fingertips instantly makes me wet.

“You’re so fucking responsive to me,” he whispers against my skin. “I’ve barely touched you and you're soaking my fingers, already. Do you know how much I like that?” he asks, his deep growl making heat pool in my stomach, and I feel that desperation take its hold as I start to fidget myself against his hand and seek more.

“Why don’t you just ask, you know I’ll take care of you.” He keeps his voice soft and low like he knows exactly what's going through my head but I stay silent as his kisses drop to my neck and his finger makes a slow agonising circle around my entrance.

“Just admit that you want me to fuck you and you’ll get what you want,” he assures me and when I give up any pride I had left and nod my head he wastes no more time.

Standing up he knocks the bowl of popcorn I’m holding out of my hands, then taking hold of my hips he lifts them up and manoeuvers them to the edge of the sofa. He works fast, stripping me of my panties and shorts before taking off his shirt and kneeling in front of me. He seems so focused and gives such care and attention to the thumb he uses to stroke my sensitive flesh.

“You’ve got such a pretty pussy, baby.” He licks his lips as he unbuckles his belt. “So fucking perfect.” He takes his cock in his hand and starts pulling it through his fist. “You know how good it feels to know it’s mine?”

“Please.” I ache for him to prove it, and yeah, it’ll hurt a little but it’s the kind of pain I want him to give me over and over again.

How has this man turned me into such a needy wreck?

“Look at you, dripping all over my sofa, and lifting your hips for me like a little slut. My little slut, no one else's. Tell me that, Liv,” he orders, edging me closer when he teases me with the head of his cock instead of his finger. It still feels far too big to fit, but I crave it, I’ve been craving it all day.

“Your slut,” I agree, desperate to feel his heat inside me.

“You like how that sounds, don’t you?” He gives me just the tip and when I moan loud enough for someone to hear he slams his palm over my mouth. “I forgot to lay out my own terms,” he tells me, pinning me to the sofa by the hand that silences me and holding me firm. Firm enough that I feel the way my pussy pulses around the thick head of his cock and I thrash my hips to get more of it. Alex is looking very fucking serious and I can’t help thinking that he’s been tactical in choosing this to be the time he lays out his own conditions.

I hold his stare, completely at his mercy, and wait for him to tell me them.

“I’m still the one in control. You are mine, and while you carry my child…” His thumb stops stroking me so his hand can splay across my flat stomach. “...you will take whatever precautions I feel are appropriate to keep you both safe.” He waits until I nod my head before he feeds me a little more of his cock. “You’re going to look so fucking hot when I’ve knocked you up. Every fucker on this planet is going to know you’re mine when you’ve got my heir swelling this belly.” His fingers tense as he grips my stomach possessively. It makes me blush when I think about that. I can’t imagine myself actually being pregnant, but I have to admit to liking the thought of being owned and taken care of by him.

“Look at you, so desperate to be bred.” He mocks me, but I don’t care when his thumb strokes my clit again and he edges a little more cock inside me.

“You don’t have to pretend with me, Olivia. You know it’s crazy. You know it's scary, but it doesn’t stop you from wanting it too.”

I look down my body at how we fit together. There’s still more of his cock for me to take and it looks so big and powerful resting between my legs.

“You want me to knock you up. You want to give me what I want and make me proud because you like how it feels to be mine.” He sounds almost angry as his thumb works faster and he gifts me another inch of his cock. All I can do is nod, because everything he says is true.

“I’m going to fuck you so deep, Olivia,” he warns, releasing my mouth so he can grip my hips and slam all the way inside me. The relief has me crying out so loud that I quickly look back towards the door in case anyone’s heard me, and he snatches my face, forcing my attention back to him

“You don’t worry about them. You focus on me. I don’t care if the entire staff wants to come and watch me fuck the next Stanley heir into your sweet, little pussy.” He pulls out of me and makes me feel the ache of his absence, then with a long, hard thrust back inside me, I cry out, again. I don’t care anymore about who hears or who sees. I don’t care about what's wrong or what's right. I want Alex to put his cum inside me. I want to be the woman who carries his child and when I grip my legs tight around his waist and smile at him, the smile he gives me back spreads over my skin and warms my whole body.

“Good girl.” Those two simple words from his lips, help me forget how irrational I’m being as I let go of all the tension built inside me and come for him.

ALEX

“What have you gotten yourself into, Alex?” Marina shakes her head at me judgingly.

“What can I say, a duke needs a duchess.” I shrug and try to play it down, though I’m sure she’ll see right through me. I’ve known Marina for a lot of years. She’s as intuitive as she is business savvy and she won’t stand for bullshit.

“Poor girl.” She rolls her eyes and starts to admire the space around her. She’s never been to the Ruxleigh estate before and I knew she’d admire my father’s extensive art collection.

“So, where is she?” She takes a seat on the edge of the sofa and places a cigarette between her lips. The shock on her face when I immediately remove it turns quickly into a mocking grin, but I don’t care. There will be no more smoking in the house, not while there's a chance that Olivia’s pregnant.

“She’s upstairs getting ready, she’ll be down any second,” I assure her. Feeling all kinds of satisfied that I fucked another load of cum inside her tight, little cunt again this morning before I got up and dressed.

“Yes, Alex, and since you’ve left me to take responsibility for all your businesses so you can play ‘Lord of the Manor’, time is precious to me.”

“Duke,” I correct her. “I outrank a lord.” My cocky grin makes her roll her eyes.

“Ahhh, here she is.” I place my hand on the curve of Olivia's back when she joins us in the living room, and the way she stiffens proves that she’s nervous.

“She’s pretty.” Marina pulls no punches as she stands up to study her. “We do, of course, have some work to do.” She lifts up one of her blonde waves and turns up her nose.

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