Total pages in book: 7
Estimated words: 6249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 31(@200wpm)___ 25(@250wpm)___ 21(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 6249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 31(@200wpm)___ 25(@250wpm)___ 21(@300wpm)
“Your Grace,” I say, curtsying to him like I’ve seen on TV. I don’t know why I did that, but it seems appropriate.
“What is your name, lass?” he growls. That growl goes all through me.
“Christina Martin,” I reply.
“I am Graeme.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Your Grace.”
“Call me Graeme.”
“Graeme,” I repeat, liking the sound of his name.
“Are you ready to go?” he asks, as he fills out some paperwork with the cashier.
“Go where?”
“Home, with me.”
“Now? I thought I’d have more time.”
“Time for what?”
“To prepare.”
“Prepare for what?”
“For whatever you are going to do to me,” I blurt. He doesn’t seem like a sex pervert, but you never can tell.
“You are all set, Your Grace. Ms. Martin, you can expect funds in your bank account within the hour,” the cashiers says.
“Thank you,” I reply.
“I’ll give you two some privacy,” the cashier says, leaving his little metal cage, locking it behind him, and exiting the small entry way. Even the doorman who was here earlier has disappeared.
“You had no hard no’s,” he says as soon as the door closes.
“No. I don’t.”
“Then we are getting married.”
“What?” I ask, confused as hell. Did he say marry? I thought this was just a sex thing.
“I’m going to marry you, Christina. You’ll be my duchess.”
“You didn’t ask, and I didn’t say yes.”
“A formality, I assure you.”
“I can’t go Sutherland,” I blurt out. Am I really considering this?
“Why not?”
“I’m still in Year 13. I can’t just leave. Not to mention, it’s not just me.”
“What do you mean? When the auctioneer said school, I assumed university, but it doesn’t matter, you can finish your school year in Sutherland.”
“I can’t go with you. I am the guardian of my younger sister, Julie. She’s seven. Just starting Year 3.”
“I see.”
“Do you?”
“Yes. I’ll open my house in Edinburgh. You’ll still come to me. Your sister too.”
“I can take care of my sister just fine on my own,” I say.
“Of course, you can, but she can’t live by herself.”
“Oh, I just assumed you were…” I trail off because the look of hurt in his eyes is so genuine that I feel like an idiot.
“What? Going to make you give her up? What kind of man would do a thing like that? We both need to stop making assumptions of the other if this has any chance of working.”
“What if it doesn’t work?” I ask, suddenly so afraid that it won’t.
“It will.”
“How can you know that?”
“Because I feel this between us. Don’t you?”
“Maybe,” I hedge. I don’t know what I feel, but I do feel something.
“Little liar,” he whispers into my ear after leaning down toward me. The sound of his voice and feel of his hot breath on my skin make me shiver. I can’t control it, it just happens. The shiver goes all through me. “I know you feel it. I felt it the moment I saw you running down the street.”
“You followed me here?” I ask, strangely turned on by that.
“Yes. I’d follow you to the ends of the Earth.”
“They just let you bid?”
“I’m a duke, Teeny. I can do whatever the fuck I want to.” The way he says “Teeny” sends shocks through my body. My pussy floods. I have to clench my thighs together to keep it where it should be.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Now, let’s go.”
I already know that I’m going to go with him. I should be in school right now, but somethings are more important. I know why I did this, but I didn’t know I was going to meet him. A duke who wants me to be his duchess.
I’m doing this.
“Alright. I’ll be your duchess,” I say.
“One more thing…”
“Yes?”
“There will never be another man for you. You do not share what is mine with anyone else. All of you belongs to me”
“I would never. Will you make the same promise to me?” His eyes harden and he grips my hip, pulling my dress up, just a little. I didn’t wear panties this morning, so his fingers come into contact with my sopping wet pussy. He runs his thick fingers through my folds, before sliding two of them into me shallowly. I can’t help the moan that escapes my lips. He pumps his fingers in and out of me, while I stare into his eyes. “Kiss me,” I demand and when he does, I see stars.
“Oh, Teeny. You have no idea what you’ve stirred up in me. This cunt is the only one I’ve ever touched. It’ll be the only one I’ll ever fuck. You’ll be the only lass in the world who takes my seed and carries my bairns. Do ya ken?” His Scottish is showing, and I’m officially obsessed with this man. All I can do is nod.
“Good lass,” he says before kissing me again. Then he pulls his fingers out of me and sucks them into his mouth. His groan is hot as hell.