The Duke's Slave

Lina POV I run as fast as I can He is hunting me. My body is already exhausted, every muscle screaming in pain, but I keep going. The voice inside my head won’t let me stop. If he catch you, you lose. And losing means becoming his slave forever. “My little girl… there you are.” A pleased male voice sounds behind me. The Duke found me. “Go to hell!” I shout. I run even faster, but then I hear it — the sharp sound of horse hooves pounding against the ground behind me. My hope slowly begins to fade. “I’ll punish you for trying to escape,” the Duke growls darkly. “Twenty lashes on that sweet little ass of yours.” I stumble and fall hard onto the ground. Pain shoots through my knees and palms as they scrape against the dirt. Blood stains my skin. Tears fill my eyes. I lost. The Duke gets off his horse and walks toward me slowly. Calmly. Like a predator that already knows his prey cannot escape. He grabs my chin and forces me to look into his black eyes. Desire burns inside them. And victory. “If you lost,” he says with a smug smile, “then you belong to me for the rest of your life. You’ll never leave me again.” He grabs the edges of my dress and tears it apart. I gasp in shock, covering myself with my arms. “My… sweet girl…” he whispers hoarsely. Then he pushes me onto the ground and presses his mouth against my chest. “Aah…” I moan helplessly. “Not here… please…” “I decide where. When. And how long.” His voice is rough with desire. A sharp bite makes me cry out. “Ahh… that hurts…” “Say you’re mine,” he whispers against my skin. “Tell me you’ll never run away again.” The words feel heavy in my throat. I don’t want to say them. But I have to. “I belong… to you…” “Keep going,” he murmurs, kissing my neck softly. “I… ah… will never… leave you…” “Good girl.” I hear the sound of his belt buckle. My breath catches as he parts my legs. A deep thrust makes my entire body tremble. Heat spreads through my stomach, hot and dangerous. “Aahhh…” I moan loudly, gripping the Duke’s shoulders. “You’re so tight and wet,” he groans. “No matter how many times I take you, you still squeeze me perfectly.” He pulls out, leaving me empty for only a second before thrusting back into me again. “D-Deran… please…” I cry out, completely forgetting that we’re in the middle of the forest. “Master,” he orders darkly, wrapping his hand around my throat. “Call me Master.” “My Master…” I whisper breathlessly. “Please make me feel good…” A satisfied smile appears on his lips after hearing the words he wanted.