Psycho Realm Big Duke Novels & Stories

RIP for my wallet. I entered my room and immediately open my computer. There is a file on my email that consist of confidential content. I browse it and take note of the featured points on the study. The experiment that will be conducted should work this time, there is a higher chance of the possibility that the drugs can cure our patients. After my assessment, I called her father. Gladly he responded quickly. He was sitting on his chair inside his house, girls are massaging him and offering him a glass of rum.

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"Now, I will tell him to get ready." Max was waiting in Duke's study room. His face beamed when he saw her entered the room, "Chili, have you done?" "Yes, Maxwee. We can go now." Duke raised his left brow. His expression became colder, and he tightens his grip on the white tea cup he was holding on, "Chili and Maxwee? What is that?" "Father, our nicknames were so cute, right? I really like it." Cecilia grin widely.

Women definitely watched him with hungry eyes full of need and desire but it takes more than a pretty face to catch his attention. People often made the mistake of believing Dominance was loud. Master Steele proved otherwise. His authority lived in restraint. In patience. In the dangerous calm behind His silver eyes. To those privileged enough to know Him, He was a Master in every sense of the word — respected, feared, desired. A man who understood the intricate dance between control and trust better than most understood themselves. BDSM was not a hobby to Him. It was culture. Psychology. Ritual. Art. And Fantasy was His masterpiece.

Duke set me down gently on the bed. “You’re the first person to enter this room, this is where my truama started. I just want to test something.” he said. My heart skipped. “Test wh…” Before I could complete my statement. He pulled down his pants and his throbbing c*ck stood erect, massive and veined. I didn't know when I let out a shocking gasp. “I have only felt this in the dark but I've never seen it. Then the word he said made me almost wet my panties. “Take your time sugar, you'll be spending tonight with daddy.”

"There. That is where we wait." ​"Wait for what?" ​"For Silas to arrive in person," the Duke said, his eyes flashing with a lethal hunger. "He wants the Scythe. He wants the Tenth Life. I’m going to give him exactly what he wants—right through his throat." ​He picked me up, throwing me over his shoulder like a prize of war. I beat my fists against his back, but it was like hitting solid stone. As he began the vertical climb up the rain-slicked rock, I realized the terrifying truth

"Never heard of it. Is this a rich people thing?" "The membership dues are not cheap." "I knew it! So why don't you go more often? I've seen the gym in your house." He chuckled. "I take clients there to negotiate. We play golf or there're courts for tennis and racquetball. There's also an Olympic-sized swimming pool, but I only use the attached sauna once or twice a month." "Marshall Brown, the king of boujee," I declared. "Boujee?" "Yeah, you know. Fancy and luxurious. Tell me you aren't that old, grandpa."

A plump middle-aged man bellowed at her. Gabriella was confused, "Mr. Ryan?" "There's no need to apologize." The man stood up and revealed his face. "Duke, what is this about?" Mr. Ryan asked hesitantly. Duke smiled, "Perhaps you don't want to stay and witness this?" Ryan Shaw broke into a cold sweat and quickly replied, "No, I don't want to stay." "But my boss insists that you stay to witness this." Duke's smile was chilling. As Duke walked out, a group of thugs approached the clubhouse. Shortly after, Gabriella's screams echoed from inside.

Luka smiled at Dillon, and I hoped that his mood would continue to stay as it was at this moment. “By the way, we were about to fight the Boss, would you like to team up again?” Dillon looked over at the tall fence that enclosed a section of the map. I knew that the boss was going to be the King Centaur, which is why the area is enclosed the way it was.

he asked, with his finger on the mousepad, guiding a slow turn of the fortress floorplan. “I’m going to reposition your arm now,” the medic warned. With a half-distracted glance that direction, Duke mumbled, “Uh-huh.” Then his attention snapped back to the three-dimensional rendering of the fortress that Dex continued to turn slowly. “Roll that backwards again, will you?”