His Duchess is a Ghost (Novel) - Chapter 23 (Patreon)

“To think that the great Duke of Donovia is actually scared of a woman’s mouth.” Alena quickly managed to regain her composure and taunted.

“I won't be the first nor the last. I've heard husbands are more scared of their wives and their wives’ mouths than anything else. What you told me a while back made me finally understand why.”

“Then that’s not my problem anymore, is it? I said I’d do whatever you want, but I didn’t say I’d do it at all costs, even if it’s beyond my capabilities. I suggested you an alternative, but you refused it because you’re scared, duke. It isn’t fair for you to insist I’d still do my share of the bargain when you’re the one refusing.” Alena bombarded him. She didn’t care if her reason didn’t make any sense. She just cannot let this end with him having the last laugh again!

“This mouth of yours really is something too, duchess.” He muttered, sounding resigned, surprising her. She had expected another clever comeback that would definitely disorient her once more.

“But you’re right, it’s my fault for not making the terms of our bargain clear enough,” he said, retracting his hand from her face. Then, to her astonishment, he wrapped his hand around himself.

Alena blinked at the sight of his veiny fist now wrapped around his own… sex. He gave himself a squeeze, and as he began stroking, her eyes, widened in shock, flew upwards to his face.

Their eyes met. Those molten gold eyes of his seemed glossier now, more breathtaking, and the fact that he was staring at her like that while…

Alena found herself unable to look away. She couldn’t help but watch. She was in utter disbelief. He looked so… hot. The way he panted… the way he… Dear lord… never did she imagined herself watching a man masturbate right before her face. And she had never thought she would find herself mesmerized by such an obscene, shameless view.

It was getting hot… she was getting hot… why… why can’t she look away? And why was he so… Was it because he finally looked a little human right now?

He glided his hand over the head of his sex, gathering the slickness, and then spread it along his length before his fist worked again, pumping, squeezing the head in every upstroke.

His pace hastened, and then, with a low groan, the Duke threw his head back in release.

His climax was powerful, his seed spurting out with such force that some of it landed on Alena's face, shocking her even further. The suddenness and intensity of it caught her completely off guard, leaving her momentarily, utterly, stunned. And dear her… the sight of him coming was just… was just…

She caught herself salivating, and she reddened with utter shame. What the hell, Alena!!! What the hell do you think you are doing?!

The rational part of herself screamed at her and somehow, miraculously, she managed to break free from the trance.

She shut her eyes and when she opened them again, the haze was gone. Her gaze focused on him. He was still panting, eyes closed, as he rested his head back against the chair, seemingly… vulnerable.

Alena glanced at his fist gripping her wrist, then her eyes settled on the dagger she had been holding all this time.

Grabbing it with her free hand, she lunged at him.

The world seemed to halt.

Blood began to drip, coming from the duke’s hand that had stopped her attack.

Her dagger was still hovering over his chest, with his hand still holding the blade.

Alena’s fierce gaze faltered for a moment, but she gritted her teeth and pushed as hard as she could. But it was futile. He was too strong.

“You really are something, my duchess," he murmured. His tone was still as calm as ever but seemed tinged with wonder now.

“Something? What do you mean by something? Hm, duke? That I’m violent? Bloodthirsty? Insane?” she spat at him with controlled rage. “Who was it that made me turn this way? It’s you, Kaztiel Donovian. So now tell me... where did you hide my body?”

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