Duke Please Stop Because It Hurts Mga Nobela at Kwento

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---

Meanwhile, upstairs in the nightclub's VIP section, the atmosphere inside the exclusive suite was unbearably heavy and oppressive. Lucas Moura Blackwood still lay stiffly on the king-sized bed. The sound of his breathing was deep and uneven, echoing throughout the silent room. Cold sweat had begun to soak his temples and forehead, trailing down his neck and seeping into the collar of his expensive shirt. The burning torment consuming his lower body showed no sign of easing. On the contrary, the pain and overwhelming physical urge only grew more unbearable, torturing every inch of his nerves. The physical response that had remained dormant for more than a decade because of his past trauma had

He continued, "I will set boundaries with Luna. I'll never contact her anymore. Shall we go to the beach someday? We could go to dramas and musicals. I won't force you into those extreme hobbies of mine. Forgive me, please?" He added, "I know you're still angry at me. But I suggested rock climbing because I really wanted you to get some exercise. You're too weak and pampered. Look, you came back in one piece anyway. "I forgive you for faking your death. How about you drop the matter with Luna? We'll be even, then. Okay?" A female voice rang in the air. "No." Mandy and I had spoken at the same time. She turned the lights on. The light illuminated her ghastly pale face and her swollen eyes. Sh

“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.”

Bright but Murky. Duke is trapped in his arms, struggling and yowling to be free. “Let go of my cat,” I hiss, fear starting to seep into my body. He looks harmless. But if he was able to slip into my apartment and I didn’t notice till I was inside…he’s dangerous. “I’m hurt, darling,” he says, his brows slanting in an exaggerated expression of hurt. “This isn’t the normal reaction I get from people. Awe, maybe. Not downright fear. Why are you scared? Did I do anything to hurt you?”

Ryan was instantly silenced, his mouth opening and closing like a fish gasping for air. I looked directly at Marcus, the man I had once thought I loved more than life itself. "Marcus, I came down here not because I can't bear to leave you, but because I wanted to say some things to your face. Things you need to hear." Marcus's eyes filled with desperate hope again. "I, Catherine Blackwood, am a Duke's daughter who was beloved and cherished from the moment I was born. But because I was blind and stupid enough to fall for you, you trampled my dignity into the dirt and let a servant lord over me like I was nothing."

“I cannot take this anymore, Carla. Get off this video, please.” Carla did as he asked and placed the phone beside her on the bed. “I will not let this girl ruin my career.” Duke fumed. “She cannot just destroy everything I stand for.” “You need to calm down.” “She is ruining my public image.” He snapped. Carla placed a palm gently on his chest, trying to calm him down. He took a deep breath and released it.