Duke Please Stop Because It Hurts Novels & Stories

The eighth time I catch Philip Mumford cheating on me, he pours a bottle of concentrated disinfectant over his groin. "Happy now?" Amid the wreckage, his face is deathly pale as he looks at me like I'm the one who has lost my mind. It's the first time he's ever backed down. I stand frozen, clutching a piece of broken porcelain, suddenly feeling completely lost. During our worst fight, I strap dynamite to myself and his mistress, forcing him to choose between us. In response, he has himself and my parents tied to five semitrucks chained together, then smiles and asks if I still want him to choose. That's how we spent ten years torturing each other, neither of us willing to give in, bac

The year Chelsea Shelton, a Hawthorne Bay heiress, hated me more than ever, she brought home one guy after another. And after she was done with them, she made me pay them off. I'd cursed, fought, even landed in the hospital after throwing hands with escorts. Eventually, I stopped caring and signed one million-dollar check after another. All so she'd keep paying Dad's medical bills. Then Dad went into cardiac arrest again. He was critical. Hands shaking, I called Chelsea. She told the hospital to kick him out of the ICU. "Rowyn Reynaud, that's not how you beg. I don't like it." I tore home through the rain and begged her to let him stay. She made me stand outside all night and liste

I gasped and covered my mouth. Duke seems shocked while holding his jaw. Angrily, he faced Atlas again. “What the fuck is your problem, dude? I already said sorry and I respect you, that’s the truth. But then, you’re being a total fucker to me. Do you really want a fight?” He stood up and cracked his neck with a challenging smirk. “Why? Are those cuts still not enough for you?” Atlas pointed out which angered Duke even more. I sighed and touched his arm. He side-eyed me.

"Duke doesn't like men who hurt women. You could say it's a line that, when crossed, has him committing murder. He just got out of prison for the second time. He'll have no problem pretending your head is a pumpkin and leaving it in pieces before we go." Miles's face turns the color of boiling lobster. "I can't breathe," he gasps in a strangled voice. You would think Duke had him by the throat. "Good," Dax replies, his smile still in place. "Your smashed head won't hurt so bad if you pass out first. Knowing Duke here, though, he'll wake you up before he caves in your skull." "Please." His eyes scramble around the room looking for help that isn't there. "They never came back. Went on a call a

Tazz caged her by placing both his hands to each of her side, it was then that she saw the blood dripping off his knuckles I hate to see you in pain, no matter how much I hate you, I hate your pain more. All Hearts !!

Third person POV: “Aaahhh…. Ohh… Ohh.. god… Stop it… plea.. please… stop STOPPPPP… STOP IT SIR….” Katina screamed on top of her lungs “SHUT THE FUCK UP BITCH…. SHUT UP THE FUCK UP… I PAID YOU TO CALM MY FUCKING BEAST NOW KEEP YOUR SLUTERY MOUTH SHUT UNTIL I REALEASE INSIDE YOU....” Alex growled on her face he mercilessly kept on thrusting inside her bleeding and swollen core

His rough fingers found the wet heat between my legs, parting the folds to find my clitoris. "What did you call me?" He pressed his thumb down hard on the sensitive bundle of nerves. A jolt of electric pleasure shot through me. I bit my lip to keep from screaming. "Daddy..." The forbidden word slipped out, a desperate plea. "Daddy, stop... please... ah!" "Does it feel good, Sia?" He ignored my weak protests. He hooked his fingers into the delicate lace of my panties and yanked. Riiip. The sound of tearing fabric was loud in the silent room. My panties fell to my ankles, ruined.

They had wanted to watch me hold my own piano concert in River City. Times had changed. They would no longer attend my performance, and my mangled fingers would no longer play the piano. However, I still wanted to visit the city. I wanted to make a toast and mourn my past with a glass of wine. Before I could speak, Luther grabbed my shoulder and frowned. “Oliver, the wound on your face is not fully healed just yet. If the reporters find out, it’ll be bad press for Mom and Dad. “Oliver, I know that you’re blaming me, but think about our parents! Please don’t leave, alright? You also don’t want others to think that our parents had tortured their own son, right?”

She tried to pull his hand away, but his strength was miles beyond hers. "Daddy... let go, it really hurts..." she whimpered, her eyes welling up from the stinging pain. "You’re the one who asked for it, aren't you?" Revan hissed. His gaze dropped to her heaving chest before snapping back to her eyes. "Don’t ever play with fire if you aren't ready to get burned. You think I’m like those idiots your mother married before? I could break you in a heartbeat without even blinking." He held that crushing grip for several long, agonizing seconds. It felt like he was channeling every bit of frustration and lust he’d been holding back since last night directly into her skin. Once he saw the genuine f

“You two are talking as if I’m not standing right here.” “I’m simply being polite.” Rion smiled faintly. “And I’m making sure the Duke doesn’t mind.” “Why would he mind?” “You don’t know what his expression looks like when someone talks to you for too long?” Roxanne frowned slightly. Meanwhile, Killian, who had heard the remark simply looked at Rion without expression. “Exaggerated.” “That means I’m right.”