On Your Knees Grand Duke Novels & Stories

But he was already approaching, so I quickly did as he said, and just like that, I was naked like him. Alessandro, from where he stood, glanced at my body, the twinkle in his eyes making me recall his earlier words about wanting me. I guess he wasn't lying about that. “Get on your knees,” another command dropped, and my eyes widened. I understand that getting on one’s knees can be part of foreplay or rough play, but why should I listen to him? Never mind… My knees were already on the ground. Wow… Have I finally found myself in a crazy BDSM situation?

Even Thea screamed along with them. She didn’t even look my way. Didn’t ask how I’d managed to convince him. I stood there silently, watching as Mr. Ashford stepped fully into his role, commanding the rink with nothing but his presence. His muscles were obvious even beneath the casual clothes he wore, and I sensed that some of the players had stopped just to stare at him too. Given how the ladies were screaming for him as if they had never seen a man before, I wondered what was so special about him or why they were reacting that way.

“I want three.” His jaw dropped. “Mia. Don’t be ridiculous! That’s shameless! We’re live!” I shrugged. “Exactly. It’s called fair trade. You want something, pay the price. If not, move along.” Duke, eavesdropping, slapped his knee. “Damn! Should’ve kept mine. Three villas?!” Giselle shoved her set into my hand, laughing. “Take mine! I’ll go crusty—who cares about brushing teeth!”

What game was being played that she hadn’t even known she was part of? The room fell silent for a moment as the air seemed to thicken with anticipation. The Duke’s gaze remained fixed on Lord Thomas, unwavering. His hands were clasped behind his back, the tension in his posture barely contained. It was as if he was waiting for something—waiting for the right moment to strike.

Yet, just as the village elder was about to recite the closing prayer, Kaelus suddenly stepped forward and released his grip on his wife's hand. The entire square went instantly silent as their Grand Duke knelt on the stage—right in front of his wife, beneath the gaze of hundreds of eyes.

"She's usually the coolest head in the room. Why is she suddenly acting like a jealous adolescent?" "Maybe the pressure of the alliance is getting to everyone," I say, though the strange interaction leaves an uneasy taste in my mouth. "Maybe," Marcus grunts. "Or maybe this party is just bringing out the worst in people." Up on the wooden dance floor built around the ancient oak, the musicians shift their tune. The slow, heavy strings are replaced by a rhythmic, traditional beat, a low, thrumming tempo native to Thane's territory. Up on the floor, Thane extends his hand to Sloane.

Alexander muttered and held out his cigar. "Yes, my lord. Can I ask one thing?" Cornelius asked as he lighted the head of the cigar. "Go ahead." "Does the young duchess have two black horizontal marks (-) in her eyes?" Cornelius asked. Alexander inhaled the smoke until it filled his mouth and then blew it out. "She does," he said. "It is quite strange to have two black marks in ruby eyes. But somehow, it suits her." "But Duke Albert and Lords Alessandro don't have them."

The butler bowed and withdrew, leaving the Grand Duke and Mia alone, with the double doors open for decorum. Mia motioned for the Grand Duke to be seated, and he nodded in acknowledgment, taking a seat on the sofa opposite her. "How may I help you, Your Grace?" The Grand Duke was known to be an excellent warrior, having won every battle in which he had participated. They called him ‘The Beast’. However, he’d always remained a recluse in his castle and did not attend events at Volia's court. Although none of the younger people had seen him, various rumors circulated about his appearance. The most striking, and from what Mia could confirm, was that he had one eye of each color.

In a beautiful room filled with fancy decorations and twinkling candles, the important people were having a serious discussion. The grand duke of Adelstein, the duke of Windsor, and a high priest were all there, and you could feel the tension in the air, especially coming from the grand duke. "Grand duke of Adelstein, do you know that the duke of Windsor wants to adopt the lady first?" The high priest looked directly at the grand duke as he asked the question. The grand duke looked back at the high priest and said slowly, "No, but the lady chose me."

"I couldn't possibly let you go home on the tube with a baby in the rush hour, it's dangerous. Now come on." "Well, if you're sure." "It's ok Kylie you can trust him. He's not an axe murderer. He works in a stuffy bank." Jasper said, not telling her that Richie's family owned it." She looked across at Jasper. He was leaning against the worktop, his arms folded, and the way he held his head, slightly to one side. He was so familiar. Was that why Grant was hanging around here? Was Jasper the duke? Grant's half brother Suki's uncle. Kylie laughed, "Well, I've never seen an axe murderer in a suit like that," she said quickly covering any nerves that might be showing.