The First Night With The Duke Novels & Stories

In the midst of a tense night, an unexpected event occurred. The quiet home of Zack and Amy suddenly filled with shouting and the noise of a door opening. Victor aimed a gun at Amy, while Vanessa stood beside him, wearing a smile full of deceit. "Zack," Victor said, his voice cold. "You know why we're here. Give us Nathaniel, or you'll lose the one you love." Zack, though filled with anger, remained calm. He stood in front of Amy, like a shield against any danger. "Don't you dare involve my wife, Victor. If you have a problem, take it out on me, not on her."

After their meal, they chatted about work and Ava was pleased to be with them till Derek and his minions were captured. " Mason, your old friend is back. Can you take him on?" the duke asked him. " Of course your highness. I will be needing more manpower," he replied. The duke sent him some money to sort out his end. " you will be hearing from me, your highness." he replied The duke cut the call and went to bed. Ava feeling sleepy "Babe, I need to head to bed now." Ethan kissed her on the head and bid her good night. She went over to her room leaving the princes at the table.

ling her waist and moving her booty in an up and down motion as they all cheered her, she swung her head sideways in a dance position but her eyes met Paxton's, the richest billionaire in San Francisco. Paxton ran one of the best hotels in San Francisco and over the years, he has been on the number 1 spot in the list of the richest bachelors. Paxton had been watching her moves from the very beginning and it was obvious that he was interested in her, for over a month, he had been making advances toward her, he wanted her for himself but she didn't want that, she knew that if she became Paxton's girl, she would be the talk of the town and she didn't want that because she believed billionaires

Was this Edmund lashing out purely because he had seen me or because he had forced a confession out of Vanessa? Henley leaned in, smirking as I wiped the blood from my nose. “Oh. Yes I forgot. We went to your lodgings first. We cleaned you out. The Duke considers it fair payment for the debts your brother owes him for the card games in London. You can blame him for your current situation.” I shook my head in disgust. “The Duke is insane. How can you even think this-” A final punch saw me hit the floor, rolling onto my back as I gasped for air. A boot on my throat had me seeing visions of Vanessa, a flickering haze of blue eyes and chocolate hair.

I stupidly announce, and he turns to me, raising his brows. "Truth or Dare. " He lets out a small laugh but agrees anyways, and I do a little victory dance as he turns to me, so his body is facing me. "Okay, I'll go first. " I raise my hand up like a kid, grinning at him. "Truth or Dare. " "Truth. " He smirks, and I tap my chin like I'm thinking deeply of something. "Okay. Where were you that night? The night you came back home looking bloody and with such a temper. "

“I’m sorry, it should have been our first night…I let you sleep alone.” This is not it. She needs to talk to him. Opening her eyes, she sat upright, seeing the amazing view of Raziel beside her. She gulped at the sight, his chest was bare and his robe was almost falling. She looked away. Raziel still gazed at her. “Did I wake you up?” “No.” She replied. “Are you not comfortable? Maybe I’ll sleep on the sofa then.” Said the duke. She shook her head. “No. It's okay. You’re a duke for goodness sake.”

"Tonight isn't about Rick. It's about finally evening the score with the Duchess of New York." He raised his glass in a toast. "To conquest, gentlemen. May the best man win." As they clinked their glasses, Dante smiled to himself. Little did his friends know that he had already arranged to have Valerie seated next to him at dinner. By the end of the night, the Duchess would be back in his bed - and this time, she wouldn't forget his name so easily. ***** Rick was at the mansion's library, staring out the window at the preparations below. Workers moved around, arranging tables and chairs, hanging additional lights, polishing every surface to perfection.

"I am the Duke." "You?" For one long moment, utter bewilderment was writ large across her delightful countenance. For the life of her, Margaret could not use her surprise. How could this man, of all men, be the Duke? Aside from he fact he was far too young to have been a crony if her father's, the gentleman before her was unquestionably a rake. And a rake of the first order, to boot. Whether the dark-browned, harsh-featured face wig its aquiline nose and firm mouth and chin or the lazy assurance with which he had entered the room had contributed to her reading of his character, she could not have said. But the calmly arrogant way his intensely blue eyes had roved from the top of her curls al

They are never that quiet. His uncle, Duke William and Duchess Emerald were fully engrossed in their breakfast. It was nothing new. They didn’t care about anyone else while eating. The full English breakfast was neatly laid out on the table, various assortments of meat and chopped fruits to accompany them. Tristan felt a bit out of sorts, glancing at the menu even though he was used to it. But staying away from the Palace taught him a few things. “Morning, my Prince” James flashed his pearly whites.

The sensations became intense and I spread my thighs wide as I started to slide two fingers inside and out my pussy. My hand encountered a hard object and I opened my eyes to look at what it was. I was stunned to see the Duke kneeling between my legs, in all his naked glory. He was brandishing his 9-foot jackhammer in his hands. My eyes popped out from their sockets. Is this a dream? He just passed out hours ago. I closed my eyes and opened it anew as his dong was now nestling at the entrance of my pussy. I was ecstatic and I went crazy with passion as I raised my hips to meet his angry, red meat. “You’re too delectable to ignore, you naughty lady,” he hissed, his voice hoarse with emotion.