Leave Me Alone Duke Romane & Geschichten

He took a deep breath and gently placed the phone face down on the table. Duke didn't silence it or power it off. Instead, he simply selected, in a calm and intentional method, not to react. Lisa's expression altered somewhat, a tip of surprise flickering across her face and softening the mindful walls she constantly kept up. She stayed quiet, saying absolutely nothing. She didn't require to. “I’ve lived by that phone,” Duke said, his voice quieter now, heavier with truth. “Every meeting, every decision, it always came first. I told myself I was building something bigger than both of us. But in doing that, I kept leaving you behind.”

Rig sarcastically told Duke while he plays his balisong just like he always do but what he said was a fact. "Everything's going as planned, Duke." He muttered and placed the figured at the glass table beside his chair, placing it in between two figure of nude man holding a gun. "Everything's going on very well. Perfect and all so well." He slowly uttered while smirking his lips. "So you mean, the woman from last night. You know that she's escaping and you let her go?" Duke is still puzzled and his slow understanding is irritating the hell out of Rig and ignored by him.

He replied before walking away leaving Charlotte stunned and unable to speak "The students are in the bunker," Mr duke strode in with a stoic gaze and a large sword held on his right arm. Sighting Liam his gaze darkened. Why didn't he leave with the other students? he thought. The stupid brat always had a thing for danger. Like a drug addict unable to keep away from drug. "Move!" He said to Liam who gulped down nervously "So scary, it's a miracle I'm still alive," He thought and resumed his steps towards the exit while Duke watched until he had disappeared before turning his gaze to Charlotte.

I trembled with rage as Duke leaned in and wrapped his arms around me. “Behave, okay?” he murmured in my ear. “If you want to live—argh!” Luciano pried his hands off me with an iron grip, his eyes dark as he stepped menacingly close to Duke. “Touch her again, and I'll kill you.” Duke was trembling like a child that had just been wanked terribly, as Luciano shoved him away. Then he turned and grabbed my hand, flashing me a charming grin that sent my heart skipping. “Time to go home, wife.”

I almost cried while begging him not to leave me. Duke raised his brow at me before he sighed deeply and held back my hand. "I won't leave you," he answered in a low voice before he pulled me up the bed. "I will just… do this." Confusion was first evidence in my face but it soon vanished after Duke turned me over in the bed. "Lean on the bed, your hands on your side. Now!" I did what Duke said and I felt him hitting my b*tt. I mo*ned because of the feeling he gave me. "Bend your body a little." I did it again before I felt him parting my legs in one swift move. "Now, buckle up, My Luna. You'll be having a hard drive tonight. So hard that you won't be able to walk after this."

He tries to move past me once again and this time, I place both my palms on his suit covered chest, dig the balls of my feet into the floor and push him backwards. Duke is six foot, four inches of pure muscle. My feeble attempt to overpower him does not work. But it helps to slow him down at least. “You’re not going anywhere with her! Hand her to me. We came together, we’ll leave together.” He shakes his head and turns to Bhyron; “Get your woman out of the way, big guy.” “Roger that.”

“You don’t have to stay. I’ll just kill time and leave quietly after a bit.” Duke’s voice was low, cold. “I don’t leave people behind when I’m told to take care of them. I’m not like some people who move on so easily.” Her breath caught. That wasn’t a random remark. He meant it. She lowered her gaze. “Duke…” “What? You’re a star now. Isn’t this what you wanted?” he snapped, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Spotlight. Applause. All eyes are on you. Lies wrapped in smiles.”

It was the Christ the King celebration, and he was to chair the fair trade and the commissioning of the grotto that followed the procession, until Fabian appeared with news he had assumed he had dealt with temporarily. “What still holds her death? Why does she still roam the manor?” He stopped in front of Fabian to ask, even when he had been told the reason a thousand times. Fabian just stood in the darkness of the room, staring back at Edric and wishing he could control himself. “I am so close to being the next duke, so close to sitting on that seat of power and dining with the king,” he said aloud as he resumed pacing the room again, not caring if anyone overheard him.

,she leaves and I face him. "I came to see how you were feeling ",I sigh. "I'm fine now please leave me alone Duke you made it clear you don't want me and quite frankly I'm tired of men treating me like shit. So please leave",he looks at me and I turn to stare out my window. "I was in a mood May and I'm aloud to have moods. My son is quite attached to you which I don't like your not his mom",yes I think still looking outside. "yeah you made that abundantly clear Duke. Please just leave I'm not in a good mood today and dealing with your mood swings is not on my agenda today",he growls.

Then, he turned his amethyst stare on the duke. "And you think that the young queen would ever learn about her own country if we're the ones that have to solve every problem that came her way? And how can she be a tough ruler if she did not even know how to handle the riots in her own dam country?!" Tom said as he was looking at Nick. Ian noticed that the duke was clenching his jaws and his hands were turning to fists. Then, Ian stepped between them before he broke out the fight that was bound to happen.