Contract Marriage starring Love and Revenge
Chapter 71

Chapter 71: 71

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"Pagne, I literally just said don’t worry your pretty head." Oh seriously, that finger is starting to make me tremble with desire all over again.

"Duke what—"

"Seems like you’ve regained your strength." He says and his finger finally leaves my breast only to go down to that V at the center of my body and his palm cups that area.

"Duke you—"

"How many fingers?"

What the hell is he talking about right now? That’s what I want to ask as he’s slowly starting to rub that particular spot down there.

"Tell me Pagne, how many fingers?" He asks again.

"How many fingers what?!!" I scream as my head slips off my knuckles for I am now losing strength in my arms and my back is touching the floor once again.

I’m try to close my legs but I’m only holding his hand tighter there.

"How many fingers do you want inside you?"

OHH!! That’s what he means.

I instantly turn my head from him and cover my flushed face with both my palms.

I can hear him chuckling devilishly.

Oh I hate him.

"Hmm?" I can feel his breath next to my ear. It’s hot!!!

Oh, my knees are turning to jelly again. He’s rubbing and rubbing in a different pattern than when we first did it.

This way is much more maddening.

"Duke, please—" once again I’m begging. What am I begging for?

"Just tell me how many fingers my love."

I can’t believe he wants to hear me say something like that with my mouth.

"Come on Pagne, tell me."

OH I hate Duke Grand. "One." I say.

"Just one?" He asks and I can feel one finger sliding down.

"Two." I sat again, "N_no make it three." I say with my face still behind my palms.

"Three it is."

"AWwhhh!" My palms fall off my face as I feel those fingers that I had asked for, slide into me.

Oh, will I be able to survive the night?

...

I stir and turn and I want to stretch my legs as I usually do in the morning but, "Ahh!" I scream as my thighs tremble with pain.

Dear God!!

I open my eyes first, I look around and he’s not beside me. I wan to turn my body to another side and, "Ahh!" I grab onto my waist as I scream again.

"Dear father in heaven!" I cry out as I just lay down there like a stiff log of wood.

"DUKE!!!" I scream his name like a raged mad woman. He’s the one who left me in this state. The least he could do was wait for me to wake up so he could help me to my feet!

I can’t move!

I literally can’t move. My thighs are shaking and my waist is aching. "Duke!!" I scream his name again. I mean how could he go on for hours.

Every time I thought we would finally sleep, he just touched a part of my body and I foolishly gave in!

I mean he only let me rest for about fifteen minutes, during that small space of time, he’d start up a conversation and when he realizes I’m talking more vibrantly, he’d say, "You’ve got your strength back," and that was all!

Next thing I know, I’m spreading my legs and moaning shamelessly underneath him.

Oh but can I put all the blame on him though? If I wanted him to stop, I could have easily told him firmly that I no longer wanted to do it last night.

But did I? Yeah, of course I did. But was I firm about what I was saying?

No.

No, I was like, "Duke, no more, please, awwn, Duke yes, Duke, kiss me."

AHHHH!!!

CHAMPAGNE! YOU SHAMLESS WOMAN!

I can’t believe I am the same champagne I’ve always been. I’m a totally different person around Duke.

One second I’m begging him to stop and the next I’m begging him to ram into me harder and kiss me stronger.

"That’s because he does me so goooood." I cover my face with my palms. "I can’t resist him."

"Duk—"

"I’m here dearest." I hear him say before I can scream out his name again.

I hear his footsteps approaching so I take my palms off my face and now I’m staring at him in a long black silky robe, his hair is a bit messy but still, he’s handsome to behold in the morning.

He’s standing there staring down at me and smiling, because clearly he knows what he did.

"I hate you." I say.

"I love you too Dearest." He chuckles.

"Stop laughing at me and help me up." I stretch both my hands to him. "I can’t move my body. My waist aches and my thighs are trembling."

He suddenly closes his eyes and tilts his head backwards with a low throaty growl. "Oh Pagne, are you trying to ask for my help or seduce me?" What?! What the heck is he talking about now?

"You have no idea how enticing you look. With your hands stretched out to me and your breasts shimmering with the kiss of the sun on the tip of your nipples."

"Duke!" I drop my hands and instantly pull whatever cloth my hand touches over my breast that I had forgotten was open.

"What? I am only stating the truth. You looked beautiful in the night but you look even more lovely now with the sun streaming in from every corner."

How can he just stand there and talk about my naked body?

Oh this man really is something!

"Duke stop. Just help me up." I say.

"Oh alright." He does a fake pout and I can’t help the smile that curls up my lips as he finally moves closer to me and crouches down next to me.

"Hold me." He instructs and I wrap my hand around his neck as he slips his hands under my back and hips and picks me up with blanket and all.

"Ouch." I cry out softly as the pain at my waist pronounces itself again.

"Don’t do that Pagne." He says.

"Do what?"

"Don’t make such sounds. You’re sending me wrong signals."

What?! I—

"So if you are certain you want to rest today, I would advise that you desist from any form of provocative sounds."

"You’re the one who made me this way and now I can’t even show my pain?" I ask because I am utterly shocked by his words. I mean how could he tell me that when he did this to me?

"I didn’t tell you not to show your pain. I just told you to hold back the sounds." He’s saying it like it’s the most reasonable request in the world.

"You are crazy." I don’t know what else to say.

"That’s an established fact dearest. I’m crazy for you." He says. And I can feel my face getting hot. I hate that I’m so easily teased by him.

But I like it at the same time.

...

"Dearest, what are you doing?" He asks as I begin to touch his body in the tub.

Why am I doing this? I mean where do I keep getting this crazy boldness from?

I was the one complaining about back, waist and thigh pain yet the moment we both stepped inside the tub together to wash ourselves, I knew I was going to want him again.

And when he began to scrub my back so tenderly, my entire body began to fire up and even though I had told him countless times before we entered the tub that he wasn’t to touch me sexually.

Yet, here I am, doing the touching.

"Pagne, you said no touching." He reminds me. I like how his fists are clenched as I run my fingers up and down his chest, drawing circles round his manly nipples with my fingers just as he had done to me last night.

"I did."

"So what are you doing now?" He asks with his eyes closed.

"Practicing what you taught me all night long." I shrug

"Oh, Pagne." He draws in frustration. "You dint want to tease me, dearest." He says in a warning tone as he finally opens his eyes.

"I’m not teasing you." I lean closer to his lips, as though I want to kiss him, but then just when he stretches forward to take my lips I place a kiss on his cheek and another on his neck, "I’m just practicing so I won’t forget all my teacher taught me." I whisper into his ear and bite him there.

Again, I am forced to wonder. Where in the world am I getting this boldness from?

Is it from the fact that I know no matter what I do, he will welcome and accept it? Or is it because he encourages me to do different things?

Or maybe it’s just because I love him so damn much and I can tell that he loves me too.

Dear God, thank you for the boldness you’ve given me.

Please give me this same boldness to fight and bring my enemies to justice.

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