Duke Please Stop Because It Hurts Novels & Stories

Duke said and tried to sit up, but he winced in pain as soon as he moved. Stanley immediately went and grabbed his shoulder and helped him sit up. "You can't go out in this condition. I can't give you permission to go out in this condition. If you move too much, your wounds will open and start bleeding again," Stanley said, but Duke shook his head. "I want to end this game as soon as possible, Stanley. As long as you are by my side, nothing will happen to me. Just give me painkillers so that I can move and give them the maximum punishment," Duke said in a stern voice.

No one missed the sarcasm in the duke's voice. Listening dazedly as their biting words flowed back and forth, Cassy tried to ignore the pounding pain in her head and behind her eyes. She gave a half-sob of pain and grief that such a terrible thing was happening to her, and the duke flicked her a brief glance. "Crying certainly won't help you now," he said curtly, and Jonathan stiffened. "I think my sister has been through enough with you," he said evenly.

Duke replied. My heart was shattered at that point. I knew that apology had not been genuine, still why was I feeling hurt like this?? Darius bursted out in laughter. "Well whatever. How long are we going to have to pretend we're nice? I wish she doesn't go to the party with us tonight. I miss Shanica. She showed me her boobs last night when we were chatting. Means only one thing; bitch is still thirty for me." "We didn't need that disgusting details," Duke remarked.

I wished people, or any beings that lived in this world, could understand how beautiful their world was, stop the fighting, stop control and just appreciate it. “The Duke will be pieced together this soon, and I will make him suffer for what he did to you,” Creed's guttural growl had me stiffen. I didn’t even want to hear about the Duke anymore. I was over it all. “That is the first step for this war to unravel. Once he tells me who is in charge of the whole rebellion, it will be much easier to put a stop to it.” My heart rate quickened, feeling the heat from his chest. The fire that sat in his torso grew almost too hot to touch.

Ed started and I looked at him. “I will break his fingers, I promise Em” Ron said cracking his fingers. “I will beat the shit out of him Em” Jack said punching his fists together. “I will give him sleeping pills and then experiment the most foolish hairstyle made in history, on him, Em” Andy said dramatically. “Shut up, the four of you” I heard a dangerous low growl from Duke. Our eyes focused on him. His face was dark and serious. “Now, you listen to me Em. He hurts you even in the slightest way, I will chop his balls off and play basketball with it, you hear me?”

Damian was soon on him, and they started to exchange blows. “Damian!” I screamed, but he wasn’t listening. He held Duke by the throat and punched him even more. “Stop it!” I yelled. He was going to murder Duke, and I wasn’t going to be the reason. Weak Duke tried to hit him again but he blocked it, and rose up. I thought that was it, and sighed in relief. But then he started to kick Duke’s stomach and stomp his abs. It was bloody. I screamed “Please Damian! That’s enough!” I cried, rushing to grab Damian by the waist. He seemed to relax. I was crying so much.

Kept hitting him, rage and fear making him brutal. "Duke, stop!" Valentina grabbed his arm. "You'll kill him!" "Good!" Another punch. "Stop! Please!" Valentina pulled harder. "He's not worth it!" Duke finally stopped, breathing hard. Marcus lay unconscious, face bloody. Duke turned to Valentina, saw the scrape on her forehead, the forming bruises on her arms. "Did he hurt you?" "I'm okay." But she was shaking. Duke pulled her into his arms. "I got your location from your phone. When you didn't answer, I got worried. Thank God I came."

"Shut the fuck up!" Before she could finish her insult, the Duke choked her. Derrick's grip was so violent that his knuckles turned white. His bloodshot eyes glared with murderous fury, locking onto the terrifying panic freezing her face. Derrick’s erection, which had been throbbing with heat just seconds prior, died instantly. His desire vanished, replaced by cold malice. Her small body dangled helplessly over the edge of the sofa. The sheer rage completely snapped him back to sobriety.

"Are you still planning to go to the library?" "Yes, I am. Do you need something?" "Have you been feeling okay?" "Um... yes? Why do you ask?" "Oh, good. You have been going to bed awfully early. I was getting worried you might be coming down with something." A blush scorched my cheeks. The Duke's touch had ignited a relentless wildfire within me I failed to douse. Every time I replayed the scene in my mind, I felt a yearning for him I couldn't explain. Touching myself was the only way to stay sane, every night and early morning. The relief was fleeting. It was nowhere close to the explosive orgasm but---

Lucas let out a rough breath and squeezed his eyes shut, trying to drive away the maddening sensation that once again stirred deep within his lower abdomen. "You've chosen the wrong opponent, Little Girl," Lucas murmured in a low voice that sounded dangerously calm in the silence of the luxurious suite. "If you think you can play games with me using your cheap tricks, then prepare yourself to face the real storm."