Duke Orsino She's The Man Novels & Stories

I walked in with a smile on my face to meet him before turning to where his visitor sat "Hello, it is a pleasure to have you here. I am Guinevere Pedro, fiancée to the duke." The man was about average height and definitely middle aged, he had on glasses and when he stood it showed that he had a pudgy stomach. I did not think this was someone the duke would associate with not to talk of sharing drinks and laughter. The man bent and kissed the back of my hand before his head and pinning me with a withering stare.

Of course, connected with the duke would bring the world under their feet. And here, this woman was always a mess in front of him. Always obliging to his domineering commands. Though everyone does. But, when it was her, he found it exciting for himself too. It's so pleasing. And sometimes frustrating. Specially, these days because of her pregnancy. Still, he decided to play with her a little bit. He bent down on her face deliberately fanning his hot breath on her face, as it was affecting her like crazy. "What is it, Dutchess? What do you want?" He seductively whispered in her ear and bit down on the ear lobe.

“You aren’t breaking anyone’s heart. No one has to know that this whole thing is fake. Also, no matter what you say, they’ll assume that I get bored of you. If you want to go through with this revenge, you have to marry me. You have to be the one who tames the wild duke.” Katherine rolled her eyes. “You are not a duke yet. You’re an earl.” “True but I don’t think saying you’re the one who tames the wild ‘soon to be’ a duke sounds great.” She laughed. Damn it, even when he drove her crazy, he still managed to get her smile. “Well that isn’t just a step, that’s a leap right there,” he commented, one corner of his mouth rose and formed a charming, lopsided smile.

Then voices pulled him in, bodies closing around like a current taking hold. Beatrice’s touch on my arm brought me back. Her hand was soft, but her grip was firm. “He is a hard man, you know. The Duke. All sharp edges and hidden depths.” She sighed, a sound of pretty sympathy. “It cannot be easy, being the focus of such a formidable person. If you ever need a friend to navigate these waters, I should like to offer my help. We women must stick together.”

with clouded eyes, she obeyed. "Whose blood is it?' she asked as she stood in front of me. The shirt she was wearing was not fully buttoned so I could see the swell of her breasts and her unblemished skin peeking from beneath the cloth. ROSALINE I wanted to kiss him. I wanted him to do many unspeakable things to me. I just wanted him. "The man that touched you," he said. His voice was an octave lower and I felt my core throb. My heart still warmed at the fact that he did this for me.

The Duke's dark mood had changed and he prayed the lust he felt was not obvious in the look he gave her. Monica leaned closer and whispered into his ear, a gesture she knew was too tempting for the young Duke, "I need your permission to take the Baron out of the hall." She remained in that position for a while, supposedly waiting for an answer. But then she realized, it seems she affected the lad more than she thought she did. He even lost his speech. Duke of Anfield swallowed hard and gasped as the lady raised herself from his crotch. And with the same swirl of hips, she moved so daringly that this time, even Jason kept looking.

“I was the hero who saved the damsel in distress! Why did Duke get the girl then?!” Eilam patted his shoulder in a show of pity. “You’re neither as handsome nor as rich as Duke, so unless you find a blind woman, she’ll know who to choose.”

“I’m a man of needs, sweetheart. If you’re willing to warm my bed, I can throw the others out. Just say the word.” Selene stared at him, a mix of disgust and hurt flashing in her eyes. “No way, Duke. I won’t become just another name on your list.” He raised an eyebrow, unfazed. “Really?” He stepped even closer, close enough that she could smell his breath again—mint and wine, heady and dangerous. She turned her face away, trying not to let herself fall into old patterns, into old desires. But his nearness was a weapon, and he knew it.

Staring at her gravely, the duke finally said, "You are exactly as you are supposed to be, a beautiful butterfly. I expected no more from you." Cassy's voice shook with suppressed rage as she said, "Indeed? All that is required of today's woman, I am told, is that she be skilled in social graces. Fortunately, no more than average intelligence is necessary, unless of course, a woman is sitting at the hazard table or playing Macao." Her smile was vapidly bright, and she fluttered her dark lashes. "All us milk and water misses are so bored by any conversation but the latest on dits, your grace, and..." "Enough," he said in a pleasant tone, but his smile was not amused. "What do you want to hear

She saw his lips form a sinful arc. Oh how beguiled he was when she saw her bright orange eyes shimmer under the moonlight. She wore a frightened expression on her pale face. The way she looked at him, oh how he wanted to bury her somewhere under his sheets and keep her all by himself. "The Duke of Illum is blind and deaf."