Page 29 of Duke

Tina looks up at me with surprise, “Hey boss what are you doing here?”

I shrug and move past the bar down the dimly lit hall towards the supply closet while digging in my purse trying to find the keys that will unlock the door where I store thousands of dollars’ worth of alcohol.

I flick on the light and take the clipboard down from where it hangs on an old nail.

My eyes briefly scan the check marks where Tina marked off what brands of beer need to be re-ordered.

The door squeaks open behind me right before the lights are flicked off. The slide of the inside deadbolt locking is the only sound in the dark.

Strong arms haul me backwards.

“I can’t believe you let him fucking touch you. I’m not sure who I’m gonna kill first: You or him?” He rasps against my ear as his beard tickles the side of my face. The sound of angry breathing fills the air.

My heart races because I’ve really pissed him off. I always saw the controlled danger in him and wanted to push him to his limit but not like this.

“Y-you saw us?”

He doesn’t answer.

I feel a shudder run through him as he drops his head against my neck and his hands clench on my thighs.

He gulps in a deep breath before yanking my hair back and scraping his teeth across the soft skin of my neck.

“I smell him on you. I fucking smell another man on you—Shanna!” He roars.

“What the fuck, Duke? You don’t own me. I went on a nice date with a good man—a man who doesn’t paw me like an animal. You have no claim on me.”

“The hell I don’t,” he growls.

He jerks me around and even though it’s too dark to read his eyes, there’s no mistaking I’m in the dark with a demon.

Adrenalin courses through me; I’m not tired anymore. I’m primed and ready to hate/love him just the way he wants to hate/love on me.

He’s still.

The only sound filling the air is his breath panting like a bull about to enter the ring. I gasp as his hands reach down and in one swift, violent move—my sweater is yanked over my head and thrown to the floor. Next, his hands reach around my back unhooking my bra. He wastes no time burying his face against my double D’s.

I gasp in ecstasy at feeling his soft head and beard rubbing against my skin.

“You like that, princess? Just wait—I’m going to erase the memory of any other man touching you.”

His hot mouth opens, clamping down on my tit. He sucks hard while his tongue rolls around my nipple. He alternates sucking and pulling while nuzzling his face against my full breasts.

“Did he do this to you? Did you let him suck on my tits?” He roars.

I whimper in agony. I can’t admit I was a fool and let Spence have what should’ve been his.

He spins me around and yanks my jeans down before pushing me down on his knee. I jump at the feel of a hard smack landing on my ass. But then his large palm rubs over it temporarily relieving the pain.

Until another hard slap lands.

“I’ve wanted to touch this ass for days. But not like this,” he rasps. “Fuck… you are making me do this Shanna—for being such a bad girl. I need to fucking see you baby.”

I’m shredded by the angry hurt in his voice. Never thinking a beast of a man like him felt pain. But he did tonight. My actions slayed him and now I must pay the price.

His long arm, reaches behind him and I blink as the lights turn back on.

He groans rubbing his hand across my plump ass. “Fuck Shanna, I could come just from the sight… ”

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