AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Duchess didn’t talk to me or look at me. We ate breakfast in silence and boarded my plane the same way.
On the flight, I finally asked, “Is this how it’s gonna be?”
She shrugged, maintaining her neutral stare out the window. Once we arrived at the private hangar, I helped her with her bag, and she barely gave me one last glance before she tried to step into her car. I shut her door, half in shock she was going to leave without even saying goodbye and half pissed off about it.
She just stood there for a moment before she finally met my gaze to look deep into my eyes.
“You’re fucking with my head.”
“Good. ’Cause you’re fuckin’ with mine too. I like you, and I want to get to know you, but you’d rather fuck me than tell me your name.”
“I’m not lost, Luke. You can’t save me, and I don’t want you to.”
“I don’t believe that. Not for a second. I see you, and that fuckin’ scares you.”
I didn’t know if I wanted to fuck her or strangle her… it may have been a little of both.
“You want to share sad stories, then you fucking start,” she bit.
“This ain’t about me.”
I’d be willing to get on my knees for her if that was what it took to get her to open up to me, but that wasn’t good enough…
I wanted her on her knees for me too.
DUCHESS
He looked at me like he wanted to cherish me and pull me into his arms and never let me go. It was as if I was standing on the edge of a cliff, ready to jump off, not knowing if land or water would be beneath me. My mind was scrambled with thoughts and emotions I couldn’t control, label, or even understand. It was one giant mess of roses. The same ones I hated but secretly loved.
I wanted him to kiss me again.
I needed it like I needed my next breath.
So I did the only thing that consumed me… the only thing that seemed right in a moment that should have felt wrong.
I couldn’t hide from him, and the worst part was…
I didn’t want to.
So I kissed him.
I kissed with the same ferocity of a million men going to war.
I kissed him like I was never going to see him again.
I kissed him like he belonged to me and I to him.
I kissed him like I was home; like he was my home.
And he matched every beat, every moment, every feeling and emotion times ten.
Our tongues did a sinful dance, which we only knew the moves to.
When he pulled away again, I thought I was going to scream. I wanted him to claim me as much as he was consuming me.
He kissed me one last time, confessing, “You can’t hide from me… you can’t run from me… I’ll always find you.”
“That’s very America’s Most Wanted of you.”
