A growl rumbled in Duke’s chest as he spun us around, pressing me against the counter. “You’re playing with fire, Duchess.”
“Good thing I can handle the heat.” I tugged him down for a hungry kiss, grinding against him. “Want to practice for when we have Chance between us?”
Duke stalked me toward our bedroom with predatory intent while I giggled and walked backward, loving how his muscles rippled with each purposeful step. When my back hit the doorframe, his hand snaked around my waist to pull me against his solid chest.
“You’re in big trouble, Duchess,” he warned with a rumble of danger that made my dick hard.
“Is it because I embarrassed you in front of our friends?” I ran my hands over his pecs. “Or because I made you admit you have a thing for pretty musicians?”
He growled as he claimed my mouth in a bruising kiss, but I wasn’t about to make it easy for him. I twisted away with a laugh, darting across the room.
“Get back here,” he demanded.
“Make me.” I danced out of his reach when he lunged for me. “You can do better than that.”
His next attempt caught me at the waist. I squealed as he lifted me off my feet, my back pressed to his chest before he set me down again. He tugged on my ear with his teeth. “Is there some reason you’re acting extra bratty tonight?”
“Because you love it.” I ground my ass against him, drawing another growl. “Almost as much as you love Chance’s voice.”
“Shut up.” He nipped my neck, making me shiver.
“Why? Because I’m right?” I twisted in his arms to face him, tugging on his shirt so he got the idea to move on soon. “Or are you going to pretend you’ve never gotten hard listening to his songs, imagining his pillowy lips sucking your cock?”
Duke’s hands tightened on my hips. “You’re asking for trouble.”
“Damn right I am. So give it to me.” I shrugged off my shirt before reaching for my phone in my back pocket and pulling up the Devil’s Chance discography. With a few taps, the opening notes of “Beneath the Black Moon” filled the room through our speakers.
Duke huffed as he walked over to grab a bottle of lube, tossing it on the bed for later. “Really?”
“What better soundtrack for you to punish me to?” When he didn't respond, I sang along with Chance.
Where the light of mercy will not tread,
And shadows bloom where faith has fled,
Prophecies pulse through my veins,
An altar born of sacred sins.
Duke’s patience snapped. He pushed me onto the bed, stripping me of my pants and briefs in an instantbefore removing his own. He covered my body with his larger frame as he pinned my wrists above my head. His weight pressed me into the mattress, making my cock throb with need.
He leaned down to kiss my collarbone, the same spot he’d marked that morning when we fucked before he left for work. The bruise hadn’t faded. His tongue licked along that spot like he was tracing his initials in invisible ink to prove that he owned me, forcing me to bite back gasps as I waited for the rougher use I desperately wanted.
The song continued to build as Chance’s voice seduced through words.
Where secrets coil and whispers stay,
Our bodies caught in endless night,
A need that blooms beneath the light,
I’ll break every vow just to give you my life.
Duke’s mouth blazed a trail down my chest until he reached my nipple. His teeth grazed the sensitive flesh before biting down, drawing a gasp from my lips. He knew how to drive me wild, alternating between sharp nips and soothing licks that had me arching beneath him.
“Yeah, punish me harder,” I moaned, threading my fingers through his dark hair. As he worked me over with his talented mouth, my cock leaked against my stomach, begging for attention.
“Tell me what you want, Duchess.”
