Married To A Duke

What have I done!

Amelie

“Are you okay?” He asked as soon as I slipped inside the car. The driver shut the door behind me but my eyes were focused I on him. His blue eyes were gazing at me, his jaw was relaxed but I could still see the tension in his shoulders. I nodded my head in answer to his question. “Words, Miss Sinclair.” He said.

“Yes…” I whispered. “And please call me by my name.” I added after a beat.

“Should I?” He said as the car started to move. “How about, tempest?”

A shiver slithered down my back. The good kind. The excited one. But I shook it away as I said, “No.” That wouldn’t be right. “Just Amelie.” I paused. “Or may be Ami. My friends call me that.”

“Am I your friend then?” He asked.No. He wasn’t. He felt more than a friend. Calling him a friend felt wrong. And making him more than a friend was so wrong. “May be…” I said, my voice low, because I didn’t want to disturb whatever that was between us for now.

He had punished my father for me. It might’ve something to do with the rules my father broke but mainly it was because of me. I saw it in his eyes. The darkening of his blue eyes. If I have just nodded my answer to kill Gregory, he would’ve killed him no questions asked. And he wanted to. He just didn’t because I said no.

His eyes raked over my face. And I felt my ears burning, my face heating up as I saw the desire in his eyes. He had accused me of it, but he answered it too. “What are you going to do to him?” I asked. I just wanted to pull myself away from the path my body was leaning into.

“I wanted to kill him then and there.” My heart jerked in my chest at those words, a dark promise. “But now I’ll make sure he won’t be able to touch you ever.”

Stop it, Amelie.

Don’t.

Don’t do it.

My eyes dropped to his lips. They were perfect. So pink. A man shouldn’t have lips like that. The high cheekbones. Dark lashes. The loose tie, unbuttoned shirt revealing the gleaming v of his chest. I swallowed thickly, for some reason it was getting difficult and my mouth felt so dry. The air in the back seemed to be getting thicker. All I could inhale was his scent. The mix of sage and cedar wood. I swear I won’t forget his scent even decades from now. My blood seemed to simmer in my veins. My stomach felt oddly twisted. My gaze fell on his hand. “Oh my God….” I scooted toward him, as much close as I could get with the divider between our seats. “Your hand!” Without thinking I took his hand in mine. And for a second I forgot why I did that as I looked at our hands. His hand was so big and warm against my small and cold ones. And it felt so right to engulf his hand between mine. “You are hurt.”

“It’s nothing.” He tried to slip his hand away from my grasp. But I tightened my hold. And with my eyes locked to his, I dipped down and placed chaste kisses across his bruised knuckles. I didn’t realise that a tear had rolled down my cheek until his thumb brushed it away. “Don’t cry, tempest.”

That did it.

And no matter how much I tried to stop myself.

No matter how many times I reminded myself that why it was a bad idea, it didn’t stop me.

My mind whispered my best friend’s name, repeating it urgently. But I was a lost cause and destined for hell.

I left my seat as climbed over to his lap. I heard the whirring of the privacy screen behind me but I was lost in the need to get closer to him. It was like I needed to feel him close to me like I needed my next breath. I hadn’t felt this kind of urgency ever. No one had ever done anything for me ever. Only my friends, Katlyn and Summer had been the one closest to me, and even then they didn’t know what I needed it what I truly was deep inside. He called me a tempest, may be because he sees the need I have inside me, to break everything in my path.

I closed my eyes, heard his soft grunt as I dig my fingers into his shoulders and slammed my lips to his. Fûck. I felt both his hands softly resting on my waist. I didn't know what I was doing. I had only every kissed Adam. And I never felt like it was how a kiss should be, a mere pressing of lips to lips. But now my lips pressed to his I whimpered in frustration when I didn’t get what I needed, only to gasp when his tongue touched the seam of my lips. I felt tingling sensation running from my fingertips to my toes as my hands went to the back of his head, my fingers curling in his short hair.

I parted my lips and his tongue went on a quest of his own. He coaxed my tongue into a duel with his own, I felt my lips turning up in a smile as I kissed him back. It was intoxicating. Liberating. A new kind of freedom seemed to have me feeling like I was flying.

“Bloôdy hell, tempest….” He growled against my mouth as we both breathed rapidly once we parted. His words a deep growl, different from how he normally speaks. He really sounded like a wolf. Dipping his head, he kissed my chin and then my jaw. His lips brushed down to my collarbone, creating havoc in me and setting fire to my body. His teeth nibbled on my skin and I gasped, moaned and whimpered. I made noises that were foreign to me.

I never felt like this even with Adam. And I had thought that I loved him. But may be not, I had just loved the idea of someone loving me while I lived under my father’s thumb. But this man… this man could make me love him. He wouldn’t even have to try. I know this deep in my core. I could fall for him.

The knock at the his side of the door had us pausing. Panting for breath, we both looked into each other’s eyes. I felt amazing. Like I had never felt before. It was so— my eyes went to the window and widened as I saw where we were.

Oh my God, Amelie….

What have you done!!!

We were at Gabriel’s house. But it was not just his. Summer’s too.

I closed my eyes as the weight of what I just did crashed all over me, crumbling me to pieces in the process.

“Amelie…” He called my name.But It felt like he was calling out from the end of the tunnel, while I went ahead into the inferno of guilt that burned me from inside.

“No. No. No.” I scrambled away from his lap. My mind a mess. My heart felt heavy. What would I tell her? Why? Why did I have to lose myself like that? “No. No….” I shook my head as I jerked the car door open. I heard him call out my name but I didn’t stop as I ran inside the house, making my way straight upstairs where I ran into my room and slammed the door close.

A few moments later. There was a knock on the door. “Amelie…” I didn’t answer. “Let’s talk…” I shook my head as tears spilled down my cheeks. Earlier it was a mix of my feelings, gratitude and awe and everything that was starting to blossom between us but now it was pure guilt. “It’s okay, Amelie.” He said from the other side of the door.

I slid down and sat with my knees to my chest. My arms wrapped around my knees, I said quietly, “No. It’s not.”

He must have heard me as he said, “You did nothing wrong.” How could he say that?!

“I did.” You are not mine but how I wished for one selfish moment that the opposite was true. And my heart jolted in my chest, a feeling of sadness coming over me. For a moment I wished it was me who had had a crush on him. And it was me he’d have chosen to kidnap and make his wife.

Long minutes passed and I thought he must’ve left. But as I stood up and took a step away from the door, he said, “Talk to me whenever you’re ready. I am here. For anything you need.”

And then I heard his footsteps moving away.

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