Page 11 of Duke

I feel myself weakening.

The tingle grows between my thighs at the thought of this beast of a man touching me; nuzzling my breasts and reaching through my folds to find me wet and begging for him.

“Masters, huh? Know this Shanna—I will be your master. I’m going to tell you to drop to your knees and take me into your mouth—and you’re going do it. You’ve taken this too far; dressing like this, putting your ripe body on display. You’ve waved the flag in front of the wrong bull, sweetheart. I’m seeing red and your sweet naked body under mine—as I drive into you again and again...”

I jerk back, but he holds me fast. If any other man said this to me, I’d slap the shit out of them. But he’s different—larger than life and more of a man than all the men in here combined.

My heart’s pounding as the images of him doing all this fills my head. I rub my legs together feeling the stickiness between. Gasping, I throw my head back as he pours his shot of Bourbon down my neck drinking it off my body. A small puddle pools, hitting my bra and I moan when his long tongue swirls down to lap and lick every last drop from my skin. My bra’s soaked, my nipples pucker, showing through. His face is buried in my chest sucking my skin like a vampire in a teen show.

I try to process all I’m feeling but he has me hypnotized by his touch. I’m immobile, vaguely hearing the cat-calls behind me when I feel his mouth brush against a nipple through the fabric a second before teeth scrape against it. But then the sensation is gone, and I wonder if it actually even happened.

Could he be that bold? Or I’m I just high from the joint dangling from Meat’s lip.

Finally come out of my stupor, I jerk back against his hold, but he chuckles low in his throat not letting go. Instead, he uses his other hand to bring me closer.

He lifts his head. Our eyes are closer than a heartbeat, his looking at me like I’m his property. Before I can tell him he’s wrong, he dips his head back to my chest.

Some people pretend not to look; the regulars have seen worse than this over the years and don’t care. But I’m uncomfortable; mortified even, but the sweet ache between my thighs is a traitor wanting more.

I've lost the battle, but now—I need to win the war.

I’ve never lost control or shown any outward sign of weakness, but Duke Masters has just destroyed in two minutes what it took me two years to build.

Now every man will think it is okay to step over the line from looking to touching—I’m going to have to be a bitch now to regain control. My tips are going to take a hit.

The rough pad of his tongue swirls up from the dip in my cleavage to my neck. He lifts his head, chuckling against my pouty lips expecting a kiss.

“Dick,” I whisper.

“Yes, I plan on filling you with mydickbaby, and you know what? You are going to fucking love every inch of it.”

He finally pulls back, releasing my hands and leans back in his seat.

“Get the fuck out of my bar,”I hiss.

“Not a chance sweetheart. I have a legal document in the back pocket of my jeans that says half this place is mine. I’m not going anywhere sugar.”

My head snaps back as if he physically slapped me.

No way.

There’s no way this could be true, but the pit in my stomach stays for the rest of the night. He’s so self-assured, and I get the impression he is not a man that bullshits anybody.

I’m fuming. My hands toss an empty so hard into the bin, I hear the glass break. My hands sling drinks so fast across the bar, people have to catch them before the glasses slide right off.

Who in the hell does he think he is?

Right now, two things are clear: He’s my enemy but my traitorous body burns for him anyway.

I want him buried deep inside while I come all around him.

I want to feel his rough tongue on my tits, sucking and pulling them into his mouth while he plays with my clit. And then I want to smack him across the face and say “thanks for the fuck” and watch the smirk fall from his lips when he realizes I used him.

“What’s so funny?”

“Huh?”

“Come on, Shanna. I’ve been working here for three years. I saw what he did to you,” Tina nods over to Duke. “I was waiting for you to bash a bottle of beer over his head, but then again, I see how you look at him too.”

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