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I nodded, unable to speak as he lowered me down on top of him. My pussy stretched around his cock, taking all of him inside me until he was buried to the hilt. His hands tightened on my hips as he held me there, breathing heavily. I dropped my head forward, resting it on his shoulder as he allowed me to adjust to his size.

"God damn, you're still so fucking tight," he muttered, sounding like he was in pain. "You ready?"

I nodded against him.

"Good, 'cause I don't think I can hold back anymore. Fuck you feel so good." His fingers tightened even more on my hips and he lifted me up, then slammed me back down on his cock.

I cried out at the sensation of him filling me again. He'd said to be quiet, but I wasn't sure how I was supposed to do that when everything he did to me felt so good. It was impossible to contain the pleasure.

"Fuck," he muttered again, then his hand came up and wrapped around my neck. He tugged a little until I lifted my head and stared down at him. "We have a few options here, Duchess," he said, grinding his hips against me. I moaned as he brushed my clit. "I can cover your mouth. Or I can choke you a little and cut off your air. We need to do something because otherwise the entire party downstairs is going to hear you. Which would you like?" he asked with a wicked grin.

I shook my head, unable to answer, not because he was putting any pressure on my throat, but because I was embarrassed to ask for what I wanted.

"Mouth? Or throat?" he purred. He smirked at me, not giving me any chance of answering. "Considering your cunt just clenched when I said throat, I'm guessing that's what you want." He brushed his face against mine so he could whisper in my ear. "Whatever my duchess wants, I'll give to you."

I let out a squeak of alarm when he turned and dropped my back onto the couch, towering over me, his hands still on my neck and hip. I heard the thumps as he kicked off his shoes, and whimpered with need as his body left mine so he could take his pants off fully. He shrugged out of his jacket, and quickly unbuttoned his shirt.

"Can't have you ripping this off when you come," he said, his voice low and husky. "Neither of us want to walk out of here naked."

I giggled at the thought, but that was quickly cut off when he grabbed my legs and pulled me closer to him. He thrust back into me with a force that had the noise strangling in my chest. His hand went to my throat, and my eyes fluttered shut at the absolute feeling of being dominated. I loved it. With him. I trusted him with my heart. With my life.

His long fingers squeezed tight, then released. He wasn't cutting off my breath for any long amount of time, only when my cries got too loud. He was right about that. If I didn't control myself, we'd be caught. And I didn't want anyone else to see us like this. It was just for him.

"Fuck," he growled as he slammed into me over and over again. "You look so fucking sexy like this."

I opened my eyes, staring up at his face as he watched himself fuck me. My pussy clenched around him and he groaned, his eyes closing as he lost himself in the sensation of being inside me. His hand tightened on my throat, cutting off my air supply until I couldn't breathe. My pussy spasmed around him as I came hard, my body trembling as the pleasure rolled through me.

He let go of my throat and I gasped in a breath as he continued to slam into me, jaw clenching as he fucked me. I could tell when he got close because his thrusts became more erratic and he leaned down over me, his hand on the arm of the couch above my head as he held himself off me just enough that he wasn't squashing me. He buried his face against my neck, biting into my skin to stifle the sounds of his own release.

“Damn,” he sighed, kissing the spot where he'd bitten me. "I love you so fucking much."

I smiled at him, feeling happier than I ever had in my life. "I love you, too." I never expected to find my soulmate when I came to America, but that's exactly what happened. We weren't completely free to be together yet, but we would be.

His lips met mine in a tender kiss that was a complete contrast to the way he'd just fucked me until I screamed. Well, I would have screamed if he'd let me. A shiver raced over my skin as I thought of that. He'd been in control of everything. Of me. I liked that. A lot.

"We need to get dressed," he said. He went over to the sinks, grabbing some paper towels and dampening them before bringing them back to me so I could clean up. He didn't seem to mind the fact that he was completely naked, and really I didn't mind the view.

It didn't take long before I was wriggling back into my dress, since I only had that and shoes to put on. My eyes followed him as he dressed.

"What is it, Duchess?"

"You're not really going to bankrupt my father and my country…are you? That was just a joke or something?" I tried to contain my worry as I stood there putting my heels back on.

"I would never joke about the things I'd do to keep you, Duchess." He looked over at me, his stare intense. "I'd dismantle the entire global economy for you. Luxembourg, and your father, don't mean shit to me."

His words made my heart race. Somehow, I'd managed to find that man I'd always longed for. The one who put me first. Only he was less of a white knight and more of a dragon. Yet, that worked for me. White knights tended to sacrifice the girl for the greater good. Idaho was willing to do anything to keep me safe and with him.

My eyes swept downward, focusing on what I was doing as I bought myself time to think. I was wracking my brain to come up with a way to ask for leniency. As sexy as his words were, I didn't want my family to suffer. Not even my father.

"You want to show him mercy after what he's done?"

I looked up and nodded, relieved that he understood what I was asking for without forcing me to voice it. "He's my father. I-I love him. I'm so very mad at him," I added. "But I love him. And my mother. They were doing what they thought was best for me. And my people shouldn't suffer because of him."

CHAPTER 34

Idaho

Aknock sounded on the door, interrupting our conversation. If her father played his cards right, we'd all come out of this happy. If not, he was the one who was going to suffer.