Psycho Realm Big Duke Novels & Stories

“Take it easy. Deep breath.” “I can’t do it. It’ll break my mom’s heart.” “No, no. Breaking this engagement is a bad idea, Kate.” One of his hands caught her shoulder while the other tilted her chin so their eyes could meet. “You aren’t breaking anyone’s heart. No one has to know that this whole thing is fake. Also, no matter what you say, they’ll assume that I get bored of you. If you want to go through with this revenge, you have to marry me. You have to be the one who tames the wild duke.”

Pancras station in Starbucks, which she knew was just up from the subway. Today she would live like an average person, going out with a friend and having a pleasant time with her daughter. She was not going to stay in that awful flat, with a man who demanded food, demanded she go to the shop for more Strongbow and made her listen to his ridiculous ideas about being a duke. She laughed to herself she had seen the duke, she had met the duke. There was no way on God's earth that Grant could ever be a duke whether he was the son of one or not.

The heavy blankets tossed and turned as they became a single, tangled mess of heat and gasps. For Damian, the morning was simply an extension of a long night that hadn't been enough. He didn't stop at one round; he took her twice more, leaving Selene stunned by his sheer stamina. Selene stared at Damian as he lay panting beside her. Even now, he looked ready to go again. How was he this strong? Was it from military training? He wasn't just a Duke. He was a celebrated commander, a man known across the continent for his physical prowess.

Kaelus didn't even blink at the bloody display unfolding right in front of him. "Raipherze! I—I heard the Duke talking to the head butler!" the young man who leaked the information blurted out, shivering in pure terror as he stared at his comrade's mangled face. "You just said Lancaster." "It—it was just a stopover, Your Grace! The Duke owns a massive estate in Raipherze. Back when he proposed to the lady—" "Enough," Kaelus cut him off sharply. His chest heaved with a quiet fury, entirely unwilling to hear a single word about his woman's past with another man.

And I felt it too. We played through a few more rounds. We all ended up barefoot. The stakes grew, and the silence between us tightened. "Big hand," I said as I shuffled. Dera's face glowed red. Her chest rose and fell faster than before. I leaned in. "You okay?" She didn’t answer. She took another shot of tequila and smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. "Duke," Duncan called out. "The rental agreement didn’t say anything about living with a wild woman."

A second later Duke bounds in, leaps up on the bed and immediately starts pawing at me frantically, trying to turn me over onto my knees, his red cock starting to show and his hips already bucking in anticipation of his next fuck from this new found eager bitch on heat. "My God, what have I done? What the hell strength was that bloody wine? It had to be a dream, my God it must have been, surely I couldn't have? "Get down Duke, no you can't, get off me please Boy, not now. What the Hell am I saying? Not now, note ever again, get down Duke, please, stop it, stop it ... No, I don't want to fuck, I can't let you, get off me...

I looked for him in the crowd, motioning him to join us. “I’m sure some of you already know why I’m up here,” he started, smiling at me and then the Duke. “I’m here because our brother Ghost is moving over to the Valkyrie, and from here on, will be known as the Duke.” The bar was full of cheers from both the Valkyrie and the Henchmen. “Duke,” he raised a glass in a toast. “If she scares you too much, you’re more than welcome to come back.”

Something’s planned, something sick. On the 9th floor landing, Duke came to an abrupt halt. There were voices. Rough, low, and reeking of smoke and ill intent. “…I’m telling you, bro, it’s a dream job! We get paid and we get to have some fun. First go’s mine.” “Bullsh*t! It’s my vial that got her drugged, my share, my girl.” “You greedy bastard! Let’s just take turns, she won’t even remember. That rich prick said no bruises on the face, but anything else is fair game.” Their vulgar laughter grated on Duke’s nerves like nails on glass. His jaw clenched. His blood boiled. Bastards.

My head snapped towards it, my eyes growing large as I saw Duke stood there, a very sizable bulge in his trousers letting me know that he had seen the entire dance. "That," he said, walking into the room with the gait of a deadly predator, "was one of the sexiest things I have ever seen in my life." His eyes were trained on me, never once leaving my face, letting me know that if he was the predator, I was most definitely his prey

The man felt that he should replace his brother after he only had a daughter as his only offspring. Duke Morgan used the guise of going on this daring journey to make a pact with the Kingdom of Sigmund. But in truth, he only wanted to infiltrate his army to kill Princess Elle. He and Queen Melisa had made a pact together. His troops would be allowed to move freely in the Kingdom of Sigmund, as long as he killed Ariana, who was arranged to accompany them on their journey. Duke Morgan, who felt that the Alison family was indeed troublesome, naturally didn't mind the arrangement. He could make his niece look like he was kidnapped by someone else once. Getting rid of a girl who no longer had any