Owned & Untamed (Back Down Devil MC #11)(24)

Duke was everything bad, just like before, only worse. He was vicious, brutal; he’d been shot and had shot people. Hell, he was a murderer in many different ways. But in that moment he was still my Duke. The man I loved. The man I still…

Duke kissed me back. He was on his knees, on the floor next to my bed. His left hand touched the back of my head, holding me there. This wasn’t about one quick kiss and ending it. This was going to go the distance.

Almost a year.

That’s what rang through my mind as Duke’s tongue cared for my mouth.

Almost a year since another man touched me. And even then… it wasn’t the same. Myself and Niles were so far on the outs, I was basically getting favors from him. He was long checked out and I honestly couldn’t blame him.

Duke touched the bottom of my shirt and lifted. His fingertips grazed the side of my panties and my body jumped. I let out a sigh, still kissing him. His mouth closed over mine again. He bumped into the bed, growling, his hand sliding up my shirt to my ribs. The sheer grip and strength of him was enough to get me off. Seriously. A man so powerful, a man who could handle any situation, even when I called him into the mess that slept downstairs.

As his hand moved up even more, I had to break the kiss. I felt like a virgin as I looked down, watching his hand climb over my left breast, under my shirt. That rough touch of his, cupping my warm and large breast. I sucked in a breath, shivering, my nipple became wildly hard. His fingers rolled over my nipples one at a time. But then kept going. His fingers poked through the top of my shirt. Up my neck, forcing my head back. My lips shuddered. I wasn’t sure whether to be turned on or maybe scared.

Duke took his hand from the back of my head and grabbed my shirt.

“Off, sweetie,” he ordered.

Using those outlaw hands of his, he took my shirt off. I then rested on my back, my breasts exposed, both nipples hard, trying to control my erratic breathing. It was so f*cking hot to just be lying there in front of him like that.

I was his meal…

That’s what I thought. It made me gush between my legs even more. My toes curled tight around the sheet. The truth was that I was shaking with fear that I wouldn’t be good enough for him. What we had before was young and fun. But he had gone off to experience so much more than me. In fact, besides Duke there were only three other guys in my life.

Duke stiffened his back and towered over me. His eyes gazed down my body and back up. The sheets were still covering the lower half of my body.

“Fuck me, sweetie,” he said as his eyes met mine. “You’re more beautiful than ever.”

“Stop,” I said. My hands fumbled with the sheets, wanting to pull them up. “I haven’t been taking care…”

Duke leaned over the bed. He grabbed my hands, taking full control against me. He put my hands to the bed. His mouth hovered over mine.

“You keep your f*cking hands on the bed,” he said. “Grip the sheets. You can only move your hands to grab my head. Scratch me as hard as you want, sweetie. Do you understand me?”

I swallowed hard. “Duke…”

“You are more beautiful than ever in your life, Belle. I’m telling you that. That’s all that matters. My opinion right now. Because it’s my cock that’s rock hard as I stare at you. Because it’s my mouth watering for your sweet *. And that’s exactly what I’m going to get. Right f*cking now.”

Duke put his mouth to mine.

I had no breath, no words, nothing. I was barely able to move my tongue and kiss back at him. He took his hands from mine. I did as I was told, gripping the sheets. Gently, Duke placed a hand to my lower belly. He lifted up over the bed some more and broke the kiss. I was sideways to him, my head turned, watching as he eyed my body again. It made me shiver. It left me soaked. I was so turned on I felt myself just inches away from falling off the ledge of pleasure.

I bit my lip as Duke kissed my chest.

Kiss by perfect kiss, he worked down to my left breast. His left hand came up and cupped my breast from the side, squeezing tight, but not too tight. His lips grazed over my nipple, followed by his tongue. He flicked and raced against me, his mouth then covering my breast, engulfing as much as he could. My breast was too big for his mouth; it had always been that way. But Duke always tried to taste all of me. I arched my back and pressed my chest harder to him.

His right hand eased down under the sheet and to my panties. His fingers curled over my panties, pressing against me. I let out a whimper and jumped.

“Easy,” Duke said, his hot breath spreading across my chest.

“I can’t,” I blurted out. “It’s been too f*cking long.”

Duke nuzzled his nose to my nipple. Then he pressed his fingers harder between my legs. Still over my panties. Fucking torture… but good torture.

My knees started to shake. I was fighting off orgasm the best I could, but instinct was taking over.

“How long, sweetie?” he asked.

“What? Duke…”

“How f*cking long has it been?”

I felt one of his fingers pull at the edge of my panties. He exposed me from the side, his fingers touching my slick fold.

“Fuck,” I said. “A year. A f*cking year.”

He then moved up and the world started to move faster than I ever thought possible.

Duke tore the sheet off me. He grabbed my panties and ripped them apart at the sides like he was opening a bag of chips. His hand then touched my soft mound. I always took care of myself, for no reason whatsoever until that moment. Again, his rough touch to my soft skin. The contrast was always present with me and Duke. From the day we met.