Duke Please Stop Because It Hurts Novels & Stories

Duke frowned, and his voice was filled with ice. “What else can I do? I’m doing what a proper man does with a woman. If you have something to say, make it fast. I’m busy now!” Trent said casually, “Oh yeah, Duke, you’ve been single for so many years, so I guess you must have forgotten what this feels like. I’ll send you an address. Quickly come over. Many women with big boobs and long legs are here today…” “Shut up.” Duke coldly interrupted him.

He calls me beautiful one minute and can't look at me the next. He walks over to my back and I'm about to end this whole affair with the safe word on the tip of my tongue when he grabs my hips with rough hands and rams into my overly sensitized pussy. I scream around the belt as the pain tears me apart, saliva dribbles from the belt and onto the table as my eyes turn glassy with tears. H- hurts so much. “Fuck!” I hear him curse, his cock twitching inside me. “You didn't say anything. Why didn't you say anything, Dukes.” He probes as his cock slips out of my pussy, deflated and streaked with my blood.

Ryder Lila swallowed hard. Her voice came out small and shaky. “But I can’t help it. I can’t—” “You have to!” I cut in, louder than I meant to. My eyes widened as the words rushed out. “Please. You know it can never work between us.” She stood up slowly. Her movements were careful, like she was afraid the floor might crack under her. “Why not?” I shifted back instinctively. “Stop, Lila.” I shook my head and raised my hand, palm out, taking a step away from her. “Just… fucking stop. Fuck!” The word tore out of me sharper than I intended. It echoed in the quiet room.

The next day I woke up, I am now the fiance of the Demon Duke in the Kingdom of Franche-Comte, a kingdom that believes in religion, however, it has a Demon Lord living among its people, Duke of Dubois Castle, or known as Lemon. He holds my hand tight and trails kisses to my pulse, ever since I have known that this man is a Demon who saved my life with the contract of fulfilling his desire, he frequents my room almost every night. “It is not money, and not my title as the countess, also you said that it is not my soul, what is it that you desire Duke?” he paused and those jewel red eyes looked at me intently, he climbed onto my bed and even closed the distance between us. I could feel the war

He looked down at her, his expression no longer angry, but coldly, clinically insane. "But first," he said, his voice flat and dead. "We purge the sickness." Then he kicked her. It wasn't a wild kick of rage. It was a slow, deliberate, measured act of profound cruelty. His boot connected with her belly with a sickening, final thud. A white hot flash of pain exploded through her, so immense it stole her breath and her voice. The scream caught in her throat, silent and huge. All the air was knocked out of her. She curled into a tight ball, a deep, cramping, tearing pain ripping through her insides. It was more than pain. It was a death. It was everything being violently torn away.

“Mr. Duke is in the hospital,” “Fuck! How dare he!? I won’t let him come between us!”

Tonight it’s David Archuleta’s song ‘Crush’. “My gawd girl”, she says. “You need to jump his bones already and put that poor man out of his misery”! “Jesus Char, it’s just a song”, I tell her as I bury my face in my hand with embarrassment. “Besides, what goes in and out of my vagina is not up for discussion”. There is a loud cough from behind us, and a man clears his throat, causing us to turn and look, only for me to come face to face with Spin! “Oh fuck”, I blurted out.

Duke Andrew couldn't fulfill his promise to Ariana, or protect the Sigmund Kingdom as the Duke of Alison anymore. “Your … Grace ….” When Duke Andrew heard James' voice, the light returned to those dull eyes as he tried to look up, though his body was no longer moving. Not far from his body, James was trying to crawl toward him. Every time the man advanced, a stream of blood shot out of one of his missing arms. James crawled at a very slow pace until he finally arrived in front of the Duke. “Please forgive me … Because I can't protect you or help you to keep your promise with Lady Aria.”

“Please tell me. What’s your purpose for letting Nicole approach me? Why did you kidnap my daughter? What’s your trick?” Bruce’s injuries in his arms and knees were affected, and the pain hit him severely. He grinned and burst into cold sweat. “Let go of my hands.” “Tell me!” Daniel whispered angrily. Bruce stared at him fiercely, “If you don’t let go, I’ll call the guards in and report what you did.” Daniel’s face was gloomy and terrifying, and his eyes stared at Bruce’s face coldly. He gritted his teeth hard, making a rubbing sound. He let go of his hands and looked at Bruce, who had fallen back on the chair and turned pale with pain, and said solemnly. “Just say it.”