Page 68 of Don't You Pucking Dare

But I can't shut my brain off.

Every time I close my eyes, I see it again—my father dropping to his knees, blood blooming across his perfect suit. The strange man who killed him like it was nothing. Gunshots echo in my skull, mixing with screams I can't shut out.

I study Brody's sleeping face, trace the ink decorating his skin. "Duchess," he murmurs in his sleep, and something in my chest cracks. Even unconscious, he's claiming me. His lips part slightly when I kiss him, but he doesn't stir.

Careful not to wake him, I slide pillows into my spot. For a moment I wonder how many girls he's been with during those weeks of silence. Wondering why I care when I'm about to do something much worse.

My bare feet make no sound on the hardwood floors. First door on the left. My heart pounds as I open it, finding Jack wide awake, waiting for me. His smile tells me he knew I'd come. The butterflies in my stomach tell me I probably shouldn’t have.

I lock the door behind me. "So, I—"

His mouth crashes into mine before I can finish, tongue demanding entry. I yield to him, let my body respond to this new destruction I'm choosing.

"What the fuck am I doing?" I accidentally say aloud. His taste is wrong, his touch is wrong, his scent is wrong. It’s all wrong.

His lips travel down my body. "You want me," he mutters, but he’s wrong. Very wrong now that I’m in the act. "I finally get a taste of the sweet Duchess." He pulls off Brody’s shorts I have rolled up on my hips and licks my pussy, causing me to freeze. Itfeels so fucking good as I glance down. My head is still hazy, and I can’t believe this is actually happening. Jack’s head is between my legs, working his tongue against me, and it’s ironic. I open my legs a little wider, allowing him in. He’s about to eat Brody’s cum, and I’m giddy on the inside just thinking about it.

I lay down on the bed, spreading my legs for him. Fuck, it feels good. I start riding his face, burying him deeper to get a fresh taste of Brody. I throw my head back when he hums against me, causing my hips to buck. His tongue fucks me for a minute, and finally, my nerves are gone. I’m here with Jack, enjoying myself, and getting off on the fact that his face is between my legs. I could crush him with my thighs if I wanted to, so I squeeze his head with my legs. Then he enters me with his fingers and says, "You love this, don’t you, Duchess? You’re a fucking slut."

I readjust myself. "Stop fucking calling me that."

He crawls over my body, lifting my shirt. "You are a slut." He sucks on my tits, swirling his tongue around.

I inhale as his hands hold me in place. "Duchess. Stop calling me Duchess."

He licks my cleavage, pressing his hard dick against me. Then his face is in mine as he says, "That’s no fun. I love how pissed off you get."

"You just want what you can’t have."

He smirks, taking off his shirt. His tattoos catch my attention, and then he starts to unbutton his jeans. I watch as he pulls his dick out and pumps it a few times.

I watch in amusement. "This is never going to happen again because Brody will kill you."

He hits the top of my pussy with his dick a few times. The sight of his tattoos, muscular body, and dick are enough to make me wet. Not to mention that we shouldn’t be doing this. Brodywould have him hanging in my closet if he saw what we are doing while he’s fast asleep.

Jack smiles, aiming into me. He slides in with one aggressive thrust. I moan out, holding myself in place.

He says, "Or he’ll kill you for being a fucking whore."

There’s something about him aggressively fucking me, using my body to get off that I’m reveling in. His dick feels so fucking good, and he knows it.

I reach for Jack’s body just to keep myself from moving, but he grabs my wrists and pins them above my head. "Keep your hands to your fucking self."

Jesus Christ. This dick is actually crazy. He pulls my legs to his shoulders and doesn’t give a flying fuck if I’m flexible enough for it. He stretches me out anyway and then lowers himself to my face. "Why are you feeling generous with this pussy, Duchess? Hm? To what do I owe the pleasure?"

He doesn’t even let me answer as he releases my wrists and holds my ankles above my head as he rails into me. Holy. Fucking. Hell. Then he swings my legs to the side and bites my nipple.

He says, "What I did tonight––"

"This is my thank you," I whisper, moaning. I can’t fucking help it. He’s deep inside me, pressing in as deep as he fucking can.

"I brought something for you," he says.

"Great. Now you’re getting me shit?"

He smiles, pulling out the vibrator wand that Brody used on me inside the chamber when he claimed me. It made me––

"I want you to squirt all over me." He starts the vibration. Sick fucker. Seeing me do that all over Brody probably had him coming in his pants.

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