Leave Me Alone Duke Novels & Stories

We came at the same time, but instead of pumping insideme, he pulled out and sprayed his cum on my mound and clit. “Shit guys! I just got a text from Cheyenne.” Duke suddenly called out. “I think she’s coming back here. You all need to leave.” What? Why the hell was he lying? Clearly I was in the box and my phone wasn’t even with me. I could hear everyone paniacking as they zipped up, trying to leave. “How are we gonna get rid of the whore before your fiance gets here?” “Don’t worry,” Duke response. “I’ll pay her a fat tip, have her clean up and get gone before she shows.

Chloe looked around. They are in a fine restaurant with a huge space. However, the whole place was empty but only two people. That's them. Alexander is sitting on the opposite, going through the menu. Gradually, he lost his patience and tossed the menu card on the table before calling the waiter, who was standing a bit away from them. Everyone was scared today. In the early morning, the Duke has arrived with a woman. God knows what's his plan but their life was in skate if anything goes wrong. So, everyone just rolled their sleeves and began working.

"Duke, I'm not an ambitious man. But, that's okay. I will do what you want and help her with all I have." For some reason, Armano look satisfied. "That's better." Someone knocked the door for three times and a familiar heavy voice can be heard from behind of it, "Your Excellency, Young Miss is awake." "Call the doctor, Albert. I will be on my way." Duke said after he rose from his seat. "I understand. Please excuse me." Max followed the owner of the house, "Ah, finally! I'm relieved that she is okay." Armano stopped his movement, "After this, can you tell the Lancia's knights in the South Island to come back to the Capital?"

said Duke Alberto with his stoic and almost dead-like expression. Lady Ashley stared at Dominic with a wide grin, thinking Dominic would throw a fit that was useless as she had all the cards and won this time. She was looking forward to see him scolded or even punished for getting angry by her husband as Duke Alberto was a man who despise violence, not because the man wanted peace but because deep down, Duke Alberto had feared the son he created.

That made me groan internally. No matter, Duke Ruther will be living, so it is solved at this point. “Thank you, Duke Ruther. For keeping your promise to my grandmother, and for looking out for me.” Giving him a smile, Duke Ruther bowed his head and I did the same. After that, he left without another word, and I let him. I showed him out and no word was spoken from then. With a last look and wave of goodbye, Duke Ruther’s carriage drove off into the horizon and that signaled me to return to my office to start my work as the Duchess of Fortress dukedom. But even then, my mind lingers to the unusual things that happened just this morning.

Duke muttered, “I need to go deal with this - you two will be okay, won’t you?” “Best friends” I replied, a sickly sweet smile plastered on my lips. “Plenty to catch up on, you go on ahead. Never let a woman interfere with the important things, boy. Remember that” Duke frowned at his father before shooting me a nervous look as though he wasn’t sure how to leave me, finally settling on a chaste kiss on the cheek. As he passed his father I heard the low rumble of “play nice” being muttered. The minute he was out of earshot, the tension shot up, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand in awareness, my wolf adopting a suspicious glare. “So,” he said, eyeing me from head to toe. “You’ve ret

Both of them cracking the earth with every blow. Lightning tears open the clouds overhead — white, merciless. And for the first time… I see it. Not anger. Not rivalry. Hatred. Pure, mutual, bone-deep hatred. Duke wipes blood from his mouth with the back of his hand. “I told you,” he says softly, like confessing a secret. “I’m not here for your throne.” Jake bares his teeth. “Then what?” Duke’s eyes flick to me again. Jake sees it.

When he blinked up at me from his desk, he smiled silkily, "Hi sweetheart." I rolled my eyes, giving him daggers, and slammed at him through the mind-link, "Don't you sweetheart me!" “Well,” Duke cleared his throat. “That’s our cue to leave these two alone.” He got up and pulled Blayne by the collar. They both left, giving Vance a you-are-in-trouble glance. As the door closed, I went to the front of his desk, placed my hands on the wooden surface, and looked him square in the eyes. He peered back into mine, stoically.

"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

The Duke calmly watches his mate fall into a blissful sleep. He came to this place for something else. Never in his wildest imagination did he think that he would run into his mate. And that too someone he knows very well. The arena is empty except for him, Roseanne and Pyodor. “Er...sir?” Pyodor begins. “About that two hundred million creds…” “Ah yes,” the Duke nods. “Send the guards away.” Pyodor motions his guards to leave while the Duke tends to his mate. He lays Roseanne tenderly on the ground as if she is as fragile as glass. His mate really is delicate and he will take good care of her.