On Your Knees Grand Duke Novels & Stories

“On your knees.” Dante rested both arms over the back of the couch, taking up as much space as possible like an entitled king and his arrogance never surprised me even his eye was slightly swollen and discolored from the bruise, but somehow, the injury only made him look sexier. He could take any kind of pain without being affected by it. He snapped his fingers then pointed to the ground at his feet and I raised an eyebrow, surprised by his crassness. “Bold, huh?” “Yes but I think I earned it.” He nodded to the ground again and I didn’t mind getting on my knees for this man at all. I was happy to do it but I would never take orders from anyone, not even him.

Having four males watching you give their brother a blowjob was bound to give one the shivers. "Go on, let's see how wonderful your mouth can be," Damon urged, giving me a thumbs up, and I nodded. I got up from where I sat because there was not much room there, and I made Duke kneel before me. My hands trembled when I unbuckled his belt, tossing it on the ground, and when I pulled it down my eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. He wore nothing beneath his trousers, and his dick popped out like how a wine bottle sounds when you uncork it.

“And don’t play cute. Wanting to hide things to hide part of your shame would just be stupid. We know how fucked up you are, so don’t bother.” Roberto and Amadeo chuckle while the men keep shooting daggers at me with their looks. “Sure,” Domenico mumbles under his breath. “Paolo will provide you with everything you need.” I straighten my spine to look at them with a big grin. “Perfect! Let’s get this party started, shall we?!”

Spenser joked, causing even more laughter to erupt and I giggled. “Yes, but if you take a knee, I can give you your real gift.” I winked, hearing the crowd slowly go silent. Spenser kneeled in front of me and I took the sword, carefully placing it on either side of his head while announcing his new title. “Rise Grand duke of black valley.” I grinned as his eyes grew wide. Just like there had never been a queen, there had also never been a grand duke. The kingdom had seen all the other titles over the years, but never a grand duke.

Also, Lady Genesis halts from moving and licks her lower lips, searching for a word to utter to the respectful troops. Nonetheless, this unexpected behavior didn't faze the Grand Duke or build up tension all over his soul. Nonchalantly, Grand Duke responds, "Good day." His deep voice chimes urgency. The troops feel the fear on their knees through the Grand Duke's voice, so they kneel on the ground in front of them.

He pushed Thomas out of the way only to be blocked by Queen Kennedy. “Oh, for fuck’s sake. I need to get my wife to a doctor. If she dies in that seat, will you be responsible?” He growled, his voice so cold it could freeze an ocean. Queen stood head to head with him, unmoving, with a cold smile stretching her red lips, “You won’t be stepping anywhere, Silas. Dahlia will finish painting even if she dies in that chair.” Silas saw fucking red, anger blurring everything as he stepped close and was about to lift her by her throat and smash her against the wall when Edward rushed by his side,

One knee hit the kitchen floor, then the other. Alexander Calloway, the man who never bowed to anyone, was on his knees in front of me. My breath hitched. He looked up at me, his eyes oozing raw vulnerability I’d never seen on him before. The kitchen lights cast a warm glow across his face, highlighting his features. His hands rested on his thighs, his fingers curled like he was fighting the urge to reach for me. “Is this what you want?” His voice was low, rough, almost hoarse. “Me begging? On my knees? For you?”

James gave Sheila one long lasting look, " No. She is just being overly dramatic. This is something we can handle as couples but first, we need to be sure if your evil daughter is indeed alive." Gerald walked into his study room and was soon back with a map. " We need to dig the earth around this part." he said with a serious look. The room went quiet. " Why? Is there something stashed away in there?" James asked. " Yes. That is why we need to start digging." Gerald said again. " What is in it?" Penelope asked. "Gold. Raw gold." Gerald replied The room went dead silent. Each of them stared at him, wondering if what he said was indeed true.

He muttered and dropped the glass cup. Taking off my heels, I bent on my knees and pulled down his trousers. “Take it all inside your warm mouth”, He instructed, and I did just that. I took him in and a moan threatened to escape the back of my throat.

"What's wrong, Duke? I'm knocking on my door in the middle of the night like this! Jordan closed his wide open mouth, and the man adjusted his glasses properly. He rubbed his eyes a few times, hoping he was seeing things wrong. "Wash your drooling face, I'll be in the study in fifteen minutes!" Hertia ordered with a flat expression. Hertia left immediately without letting Jordan ask any questions, leaving the aide still unconscious. Jordan quickly washed his face and went to where the Grand Duke was in his sleeping clothes. "What's up with the Duke calling me this late? Is there something important?" Jordan still yawned, ignoring Hertia, who was staring intently at him.