Page 79 of Duke

“You heard me cherry. Did you think I forgot how you teased me… wearing those skimpy outfits behind the bar. Christ, I went home after last call and jacked off to the sight of these tits spilling out of your tank tops. Now beg me for it.”

“No,” she answers with fire returning to her eyes. “You beg me to let you take me again.”

I rest my weight on my elbows with my dick two inches in and not budging another.

She’s pissed at me, rearing to go again. This girl has me tied up in fucking knots, but I need to let her think I still command her when in truth she’s my fucking master.

“Well isn’t this a quandary? I’m pretty much spent anyway. Need to reload if you know what I mean?” I wink, rolling off her.

“I guess you are an old man… maybe I should stick to guys my own age? Spence never had stamina problems.”

I count to ten gripping the sheets with my fist. “Did you just say that prick’s name to me? You dare remind me that he put his hands on my woman while you are in my bed?” My voice is low and deadly.

She knows she pushed me too far. She always loved doing that, and the sick fuck that I am gets turned on by it. She clutches the sheet to her breasts and bites her lip.

“Ten seconds Shanna. You have ten seconds to run. I’d use it wisely.” My jaw ticks, my eyelid twitches. There’s no doubt I mean business here.

She squeals, trying to run out of the bed and take the sheet with her. I grab it with my hands and tug hard leaving her no choice but to drop it or be caught in my arms that won’t give her any mercy.

She races down the stairs. I give her five seconds instead. She yelps, looking over her shoulder at all two-hundred and forty pounds of me, the naked beast hauling ass after her. I haven’t trimmed my beard in a week. I look like a wild mountain man; I feel like one. She knew saying his name was a fire poker to my back and she did it anyway.

“Time to pay cherry.”

But she doesn’t cower.

My queen rises.

She’s my fuckin’ match for sure.

“What. Did. You. Expect? We touched like two porn stars on ecstasy. Your touch drove me insane and then you left. You left without even looking back once. He was there… I needed. God, I needed you so much. He eased my pain and if he made me come a time or two, so what? I can’t believe you didn’t fuck around in California.”

She finishes with her shoulders squared and her eyebrows raised, daring me to challenge her. She’s not afraid, but her gaze falters when all ten plus inches of me stands tall, pointing at her.

“Damn. You are hung like a horse.”

“I know,” I reply stroking my meaty cock in my fist. It’s thick as fuck; veins bulging, turning red in anger, needing to pop off in my sweet cherry’s cherry. I crook a finger at her.

She shakes her head.

“Fine. Remember you started this,” I tell her slowly walking forward.

She reaches for something, anything to hold me back. But nothing will stop me.

Vaulting over the couch, I grab her arms and haul her over my shoulder like a firefighter. She thinks I’m going for the stairs, but instead, I head to the basement.

She struggles, but I don’t let go.

With one palm securely on her ass, my mind races at all the dirty things we’re gonna do.

In the corner, there’s a room I set up for anyone I would need to secure for the club if shit got bad. I open the door and throw her in, bolting it behind her. Jogging back upstairs I riffle through my duffle bag, hearing her angry screams from two floors above. Getting what I need I race back down to my raging lioness.

“Hello Love. Miss me? I was only gone a few minutes.”

“Too far Duke. This is too far.”

“Shut up sugar. Poppa knows what’s good for ya.’”

“Ugh, I HATE YOU!” She yells lunging at me.

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