Contract Marriage starring Love and Revenge
Chapter 87. Undeniably yours.

Chapter 87: 87. Undeniably yours.

At some point the clothes on our back had given way for the nakedness of our bodies to be finally able to meet each other. And it was a battle of who could catch up with the other. Of course I would always lose such a battle but, not without a proper fight. And even though I lose, I don’t mind. As long as it’s Duke who I’m losing to in bed, I don’t mind.

The night is young and our desires are soaring higher and higher. The need to explore each other’s naked bodies is driving us both to an insanely pleasurable place and even though we both already know the corners and contours of our various bodies, I love how he can’t stop trying to discover anew. Just like me.

He said he wished he had used his mouth instead and somehow I am laying with my back on the chair, my legs spread so wide that J should be ashamed of exposing myself in such a filthy and lewd manner, and he is on his knees with his head deeply buried at that opening between my legs.

And oh my dear Duke! He is driving me mad. His tongue and hands are working together on the same spot to drive me out of my mind.

He brought me here so I could be able to scream out with no restraint whatsoever, and I have no idea how loud I’ve been screaming, I just know my voice will be gone by tomorrow morning.

...

I’m having a dream right now, I know I’m dreaming, and inside this dream, I’m with Duke, the twins and the rest of his entire family. We are talking and laughing, just like we did all through that christmas period. But in the midst of the discussion and laughter, I smell something nice. It’s like bread being fried with egg, I think I smell something like tuna in there too. The enticing flavor is disrupting my dream. I want to sleep longer, but the smell is just too good to ignore.

Slowly, I open my eyes, it’s morning, and I’m alone on the bed.

Ahh, Duke, that man isn’t normal. Last night, he said he would make it so I wasn’t able to go to work today and with the way my back is aching, I really don’t think I can make it to work this morning.

The problem with me is that I know I will suffer the pain in the morning, so why do I continuously indulge him? Because I can never get enough of Duke Grand!! Even though I know I will suffer in the morning. The moment he starts kissing me, I forget about the pain that is yet to come and set my focus on the pleasure I am certain I will receive.

Urgh! Duke Grand... My own real life Grand Duke.

I lift myself from the bed and as expected my thighs tremble in disagreement with my intention to rise from the bed, so I just sit back down and say my morning prayer instead.

After a moment of preparing myself mentally and physically, I finally rise from the bed, completely naked and I’m too lazy to wear anything right now so I just pick up one of the black sheets on the bed and wrap it around my chest.

...

"So my nose wasn’t lying." I say as I climb down the stairs and see Duke piling up fried bread on a plate in front of the kitchen stove.

"Urgh, you’re awake already. I was gonna do the famous breakfast in bed routine." He tsks with a look of playful disappointment on his face.

"Where did you get bread?" I ask as I sit myself on a stool in front of the kitchen slab.

"What happened to your voice?" He asks and it only causes my face to heat up.

"You know exactly what happened to my voice." I retort and he lifts his hand in defeat with a smugish grin on his face. Crazy man.

"I ran by the store while you were asleep to get the bread." He answers my previous question.

He places the plate with the heap of fried bread in front of me, "How are you?" He asks, as he continues to fry more bread. I notice the empty cans of tuna on one side and broken eggshells. I might have bad eyesight, but even in my sleep, this nose of mine is one hundred percent.

"I guess you can say I feel refreshed—" I say and pick up a slice from the plate, "even though I haven’t had my bath." I add in a lower tone and I suddenly remember as I’m about to bite in the bread.

"I haven’t brushed my teeth." I mutter to myself.

"Just eat. You can brush after." He says and I smile, "You indulge me my dear Grand Duke," I happily say and without any further reason to not eat, I chew on the bread and seriously, I don’t care if this is the only thing this man knows how to make. He makes it perfectly!!

Maybe it’s the way he mixes the egg and tuna in a bowl before smearing on the bread and then frying. Maybe there’s something about the way he pastes the egg and tún mixture on the bread, or maybe it’s just because he’s the one making it... Duke Grand makes good fried bread. Although I must confess that if Duke is the king of fried bread, his dad will be the god! But I should keep that thought to myself right?

"Grand Duke?" He asks with a hint of amusement in his voice.

"You call me dearest, and Pagne, I think I should get to call you what I want too." I say with my eyes on my bread because I’m too shy to say something like this while staring at him.

After our talk in the pastor’s office yesterday, I’ve decided, I will try my best to show him all my heart and take all of his in return. I will try to stop seeing the negative things that could happen and focus only on the good things that has happened since I met him and are still happening.

From now on, I choose to be optimistic about my life and future with Duke. I refuse to keep living with a pessimistic point of view. Like Pastor Nathan had told me, it was sad I had to meet a man like Rowan but I will believe that not everyone is like that.

So far, Duke has been proof of that. So it’s time I stop hurting him because of my own personal conflicts and trust and confide in this man completely.

"Really?" He asks and I nod. "Juice, chocolate or coffee?" He asks.

"If there’s orange juice, I’ll take it." I say and he nods. He walks over to the refrigerator and pulls out a 100cl bottle of orange juice. He places the entire thing in front of me.

"Can you drink it all?" He asks.

Well, it’s a bit too much, but, not really too much if I’m hungry and I’m kinda hungry, "I think I can." I say and he goes on to bring me a cup before moving back to the stove.

"What happened to Dukey?" He asks as he moves the perfectly fried bread from the pan and starts frying another round of bread.

"It makes me cringe a little when I say it." Really calling a grown man Dukey just sounds a little funny in my ear. When Emily says it, it sounds funny and cute, but when I say it, I just blush and cringe at the same time.

"Why? You don’t like me calling you Grand Duke?" Maybe he doesn’t like it.

"On the contrary," He turns around and stares at me and I can swear his ears are red, "I like it a little too much." He confesses and a ticklish heat sweeps over my cheeks. "Especially when you add, My Dear, it makes it sound like I am entirely yours."

I’m feeling a little daring so I want to ask, "Aren’t you?"

At first his eyes widen, then they return to their normal sizes, then a wide grin appears on his face as he takes some steps closer to me.

He bends himself until his face is just about four inches away from mine and he says, "Undeniably yours, my dearest. Irrevocably too."

"Good," I whisper as I hold onto his black round neck shirt with my oily fingers and pull him two inches closer, "Because you’ve successfully robbed my heart my dear Grand Duke, and I’ve successfully caught you, I’m not going to let you run away with my heart... Ever."

A guttural sound escapes his lips just before I take them and only after our kiss deepens do I realize the words he had croaked out at that moment... "Oh, I’m damned,"

Search the lightnovelworld.cc website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.