Missi And Duke Mga Nobela at Kwento

Duke moaned deeply as her pussy swallowed his cock easily. "Oh, we fit so well together, don't we?" She purred and turned towards the camera. A gasp left my lips. I knew her face. It was Thalia. Marcus's widow. His late best friend's wife. The same woman Duke had held in his hands while she cried at her husband's funeral fourteen months ago. "Ride me baby," Duke growled as he gripped her ass hard, lifting her high and bringing her down against his cock. "Yesssss..."

“Mr. Duke is in Paris with Miss Zuri as we speak. The boss travelled with Miss Sharon. He didn’t tell me the nature or reason for his trip.” I pull out one of the chairs attached to the kitchen island and sink into it. Duke is in Paris with Zuri? She never told me! Bhyron and Sharon. Jealousy crawls through my bloodstream at the thought of both of them together. While I’m over here nauseous and sick as hell, he’s gallivanting Rome with that stupid bitch. Overcome by irrational anger, I pick up my phone and dial his number. It rings and rings but no one answers. After the fourth ring, I’m sent to voicemail.

“You’re not the only one that’s afraid of being taken back.” I swallowed and thought back to the dream. “Duke… do you know anything about the Moon Goddess.” He sighed. “I’ve heard enough about her and… dreamed enough of her to hate the idea of her.” My stomach lurched. “You… had a dream about her too?” “Let’s talk about this tomorrow,” Duke said. “I’ll meet you on campus at the coffee shop? We’ll probably both need it.” “Okay. Tomorrow.”

“Nice to see you again, Aira.” “You, too, Alpha.” “Not anymore.” Groaning, I turned around and faced him, catching me off guard. He looked so yummy I could eat him here and now, and I didn’t give a damn about hundreds of people watching me, or this was the effect of alcohol or Zarah’s potion. Probably the latter. “Hey, babe. You made it.” Kindra hooked her arms around Duke’s neck as they slowly danced to the pop music. “Let’s get out of here. I fucking miss you, baby.”

“That’s good. I’m happy for you.” Lara quickly changed the subject. “Enough about me. What about you? Any special someone in your life?” Duke’s lips curled into a knowing smirk. “Actually, yes. I do have a partner.” Lara’s face lit up with excitement. “Really?! When can I meet her?” Duke chuckled, his amusement clear. “It’s a him.” Lara blinked. “... Huh?” “My partner is a man,” Duke clarified casually, as if he had just told her the weather forecast.

The Duke stared at her beautiful face. "I'm not a narcissist! Anyway, if I made you upset, I'm sorry." Melissa pouted at him. "You still need to be punished." Suddenly, she heard him said those ridiculous words. Before Melissa could protest, Duke Kensington leaned closer and kissed her fiercely and without restraint. His hands held her slender waist and he crashed his body against hers, and she could feel every bit of his toned body under the suit jacket. Her hands went up to touch his firm chest before they went further down to his stomach and finally encircling his waist, pulling him closer to her.

,we wrap up and I head home my guards beside me. "are you hungry May?",I nod no as we walk. "Duke said to order food and meet him in the office",I nod and pull out my cell phone. After ordering I head to see my man and get some kisses. He looks thrilled to see me and I'm kissing him till a throat clears. "who is this Duke?",a voice breaks my happy mood and I turn to see a female I never met before. "Fern this is my mate May",she looks me over and I see disgust enter her eyes. Duke misses it but I don't.

Dear Carlos, If you were reading this, I might be gone with Duke. He really doesn't want to let me go. He is hurting me if you will not ask. I don't know when you will came for me that's why I am writing this. Please, save me here I know it's stupid that I didn't listen to you. Duke is going to bring me in London and I don't know if we are really going to migrate there. This is all of a sudden and I don't know what is really happening. One more thing, something weird is happening to me. I'll tell you as we met again. I miss you. –Christmas

Based on his profile photos and status updates, it seems Duke spends most of his free time either at his favorite watering hole bar, or fishing. Even Mary Sue admits at this point that I ended up picking the better of the two cousins. Duke is still nowhere near the kinda guy I would approach, even for just a palette cleanser, if I had a choice in the matter. But if I can’t saddle up with hunky Bill the masseuse, and have to choose from any of the Anderson men, Duke’s definitely the pick of the litter. “So, next question,” Mary Sue proceeds after we are done comparing notes, “do we go about nabbing these two boys subtly and take our time getting to know them, or–”

Elias shuffled to the other side of the table. Every bone in my body froze, my fingers still above the tablet's screen. "What would he possibly want with her?" I heard myself growl as I snapped my eyes away from the tablet to Elias and the others who were also in the room. "And that's what we're getting at," Duke rose from where he sat, a loose curl brushing the side of his face. Too much time had passed since I'd last seen him, since we'd last all seen him. It's always been the four of us, with me being Jacob's favourite. That should've probably made me less psychotic but things weren't the usual with Jacob. No. His favourites could likely be referred to as his worst from a normal person's