A LADY FOR A DUKE 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 231 - 챕터 240

“I figure there has to be something. Some careful line you throw out there to manage expectations. It doesn’t make any sense that out of all those women, not one was ever under the impression that whatever they had with you meant more.”“I like to be clear.”And there was that ruthlessness about him then, and a hint of those hard, stern lines to his face that had undone her earlier. She squirmed in her chair, and when his gaze got that much greener, she knew he saw it. And knew why.“Hit me with all your clarity, then,” she dared him.His smile was not reassuring. “There are only two things you need to know. I’m going to tell you exactly what I want. You don’t have to worry. You don’t have to wonder if I’m liking something or not liking something. You don’t have to concern yourself with whether or not I’m having fun. I’ll tell you.”She blinked, her mind reeling as she tried to connect that to her supposedly easygoing best friend. “Do people normally worry?” But even as she asked tha

Because it was Tyler, and if she believed nothing else, she believed in him. She always had—but maybe this wasn’t the right time to dig into her long friendship with a man who’d apparently had all of this inside him all the while.She pushed her way into the bathroom. It was small, but still managed to seem infinitely luxurious the way everything else did in this place. There was only one stall, but it was behind its own full door and it was empty when she checked.There was dim, inviting light from a sconce on the wall. The sink was ornate, with fluffy towels on the counter and a selection of not only soaps and lotions, but a variety of toiletries. Including condoms.And it was only when she could hear the way she was panting—actually panting—that she realized there was no music piped in. It was hushed and quiet here.“There will be no hiding,” she whispered, to test it. And her own voice seemed unduly loud.She felt drunk, she realized then. That was different than shakiness, and be

“If you don’t want my hand there, that’s fine,” he told her, his green gaze direct. So intense she was sure that he could see straight through her, as deep as that giant cock of his was, buried inside her. “Pull it away. All right?”Again, she nodded, and she could feel his hand strong at her throat. Not tight, but the faint suggestion of restriction made a new kind of sensation prickle down her back. Her clit seemed to swell.“Up on your toes, Lexi,” he said again, darker this time.And then he fucked her.There was no other word for it, and with each deep, raw slam of his cock deep into her body, she understood the difference in a way no one could possibly have explained to her. If there was a rhythm, she couldn’t catch it. There was no way to move her hips, either with him or against him.It was a hammering.He held her at her hips and at her throat, and it was up to her to grip his arm. To stand up on the very tips of her toes—because if she didn’t, she would collapse against him

Tyler didn’t have it in him to pretend that he was anything but shaken. He didn’t have to pretend, because she was asleep. And he could take the opportunity to acknowledge that for all he’d tried his best to scare her off, or prepare her, he was the one who was losing it. Who’d already lost it.Who could do nothing but sit in a chair next to his own bed, staring at this woman who was every single one of his dreams come true. Only while she slept, unknowing, could he think about the fact that she’d obeyed him completely. That he’d fit inside her, perfectly. There had been no wincing in pain. No adjustments.It was as if Lady Alexia Graham had been put on this earth for the express purpose of taking his cock deep inside of her.Tyler knew that not a single one of those little wankers who’d put their hands on her before him had ever treated her like that. They’d bored her silly. They’d made her imagine she was frigid when she couldn’t stop coming. She was supposed to be his.Tyler had kn

And before she’d gotten on that plane, Lexi would have laughed at the idea that she would ever kneel before anyone and beg. For this or anything else. Even earlier tonight, as she’d waited for him by the opera house, she would have rolled her eyes if he’d sauntered up to her and predicted she would beg for the privilege of taking him in her mouth. But he’d been right about that, too. She felt like a different person. Like a stranger to whoever that Lexi had been. Because this Lexi knew that if she didn’t get the chance to taste that cock, to feel him in her mouth, she would die.“Please,” she said, with no hesitation. “Please, Tyler. I want it.”“You want what?”She gasped a little, but she couldn’t have said if it was her breath tangling in her throat or the sudden understanding of what it was he wanted her to say. And she didn’t care. She could picture what she looked like, kneeling here on his floor, her head pulled back with his faintly cruel hand in a fist there. And his cock clo