Neighbor From Hell Read Online Georgia Le Carre

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Erotic Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 100423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
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Falling for the Duke

I laugh, a deep, warm sound, because now I get her secrecy, her blushes. “Okay,” I say, my voice light, “I understand now why you’re always hiding it from me.”

She ducks her head, her fingers tracing the book’s edge, her voice soft but earnest. “I love this book so much. There was another I found, one of my grandma’s, but it was lost in the fire, so I had to replace it. This one is even better. It’s a bit cringey, of course, but it makes me smile because I can’t believe how similar it is to our life. Sometimes I have to pinch myself, but I think… I think our story’s better.”

Her words hit me, a quiet confession of her joy, and my heart swells, my love for her deepening, because she sees us, sees this life we’re building, as a fairytale.

I flip open the book, the pages worn from her touch, and say, “Tell me about it.”

She laughs, embarrassed, her voice rising. “The whole story? That’s mortifying.”

But I lean closer, my lips brushing her ear, my voice coaxing. “We have time,” I say, “and maybe it’ll tire you out enough to sleep. Start from the beginning. Tell me how this duke falls in love with this damsel in distress.”

She stares at me, incredulous, then she nestles into me, her body relaxing, her voice taking on a theatrical lilt as she begins to tell the story of a Duke who fell in love with a girl he had no business falling for.

She’s read it so many times she knows it by heart, and I laugh, enchanted, as she tells the tale, her arms flailing, her voice rising and falling, mimicking the duke’s swagger, the princess’s defiance. She stands, pacing before the fire, describing a ballroom scene, her nightdress swirling, her hands gesturing wildly, and I’m captivated, falling more in love with every word, every movement. She’s so animated, so alive, her laughter infectious, her eyes bright with passion, and I can’t take it anymore, can’t just sit here watching her shine.

I stand swiftly, and lift her. Her gasp soft, as I carry her to the library desk, its polished surface cool under my hands.

“Hugh, no,” she says, half-laughing, her voice teasing, but I don’t stop. My lips find hers, kissing her deep, urgent, tasting her warmth, her sweetness. I peel the nightdress over her head, the lace whispering to the floor, leaving her naked before me. Her skin glows in the firelight, her curves soft, perfect.

I stretch her across the table, my hands gentle but firm, and kiss down her body—her breasts, her nipples hardening under my lips, my tongue teasing, sucking, drawing a moan from her throat. I kiss lower, across her abdomen, the faint swell of our baby beneath my lips, and lower still, my mouth finding her, tasting her, my tongue tracing her folds, slow, deliberate, tasting her sweetness, her musk, the essence of her driving me wild.

Her gasps tear through the room, sharp, desperate, each one a spark that ignites me.

Her hands fist in my hair, pulling hard as she arches, her hips bucking against my lips. I suck her clit, firm, relentless, my tongue flicking, circling, and she cries out. Her voice is raw with emotion, her body trembling, her thighs clamping around my head as she comes. I relish her cry as she releases it all in a shuddering wave, her wetness coating my chin, her scent filling my lungs.

But I need more. I can never get enough of her. With my eyes locked on her I rise and grip her hips. Her skin is feverish under my fingers as I position myself before her. I’m so hard, it almost hurts, my cock throbbing as I slide into her. I go slow at first, and her tightness grips me, slick and warm. Every inch is a delicious torment; her moan is low, guttural, urging me deeper.

That’s when I thrust hard and deep, and her gasp echoes across the room. I fuck her hard, her breasts bouncing with each drive. I feel myself starting to lose control. Her hands clutch my shoulders, nails digging into my skin, her legs wrapping around my waist, heels pressing into my back, pulling me closer, demanding more. I pound into her, the wet slap of our bodies loud and primal. I adore the way her walls pulse around me, milking me, her gasps syncing with my grunts.

I lean down then, my lips grazing her ear, my voice raw, strained.

“I love you, baby,” I growl.

“I love you too,” she echoes hoarsely. Her hands slide to my neck, fingers tangling in my hair. I thrust harder, the table rocking, her hips meeting mine, our rhythm fierce, unyielding.

“You’re forever mine,” I growl, my voice cracking with emotion. I feel her clench in response, and then her orgasm rips through her like a storm. Her cry is sharp and piercing, and it pushes me over the edge.


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