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7

ANNE

Annalisa, that stubborn, headstrong chit, had defied me not once, but twice! First, that brooding bore Spencer, and now, this… this stranger who appeared out of thin air and whisked her away like a prize in some ridiculous game.

The gilded cage of my drawing-room felt like it was shrinking in on me. I tapped a manicured finger against the delicate porcelain teacup, the rhythmic clatter a counterpoint to the storm brewing inside me. The Earl Grey, usually a source of solace, tasted like bitter ash on my tongue.

“Spencer,” I hissed, the name dripping with venom.

Spencer, ever the picture of stoic control, shifted uncomfortably in his chair. “Yes, Your Grace?”

“You look like a kicked puppy,” I snapped. “Is that truly the best you can do? Annalisa throws herself away on some charlatan, and you sit there like a lump?”

He flinched, but his voice remained steady. “I respect Annalisa’s decision, Your Grace.”

Respect? Respect be damned! This wasn’t about respect; it was about control. Annalisa, with her fiery spirit and independent streak, had always been a handful. But this… this was rebellion on a grand scale. And I wouldn’t tolerate it.

“Respect?” I scoffed. “This isn’t about respect, Spencer. It’s about what’s rightfully ours! Don’t you see? With Annalisa by your side, the Dukedom is practically guaranteed. But that irritating little chit has to go gallivanting off with some nobody!”

Spencer’s silence was starting to grate on my nerves. “Do you understand, you dolt?” I practically snarled. “We need Annalisa. We need her signature on that document.”

The document. The very reason for this elaborate charade of courting Annalisa. A document Spencer, bless his clueless heart, knew nothing about.

“Document?” he echoed, a flicker of curiosity sparking in his usually dull eyes.

“Yes, document,” I hissed, leaning forward conspiratorially. “The one that secures the future of the Dukedom, the one that guarantees your position as Duke after my husband shuffles off this mortal coil.”

His eyes widened, a flicker of greed replacing the confusion. Ah, there it was. The glint of ambition I’d been waiting for.

“And Annalisa needs to sign it?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

“Precisely,” I said, a triumphant smile playing on my lips. “Without her signature, it’s worthless. A mere scrap of parchment.”

The revelation seemed to hit him like a bolt of lightning. He rose to his feet, a newfound determination radiating from him. “Then we get her back,” he declared, his voice firm for the first time that evening.

“Easier said than done,” I countered, taking a sip of my now-cold tea. “She’s gone, holed up in that drafty mansion with that… that imposter.”

He paced the room, a caged tiger finally aware of the bars around him. “There has to be a way,” he muttered, his brow furrowed in concentration.

A mischievous glint flickered in my eyes. “There might be,” I said, a sly smile creeping onto my face. “But it requires a certain… finesse, a willingness to play a little dirty.”

Spencer stopped his pacing and stared at me, a question mark hanging over his head. “Dirty?”

“Let’s just say,” I leaned in closer, my voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, “we have a little leverage over our dear Annalisa. Leverage that might just convince her to come crawling back to you, signature in hand.”

He hesitated, a flicker of apprehension crossing his face. “What kind of leverage?”

I leaned back in my chair, a predatory smile gracing my lips. “The kind that involves a certain indiscretion from her past, a little secret that might just ruin her reputation beyond repair… unless, of course, she agrees to our little proposition.”

Spencer’s face paled considerably. “You wouldn’t—”

“Oh, wouldn’t I?” I interrupted, my voice laced with steel. “Don’t underestimate me, Spencer. Annalisa may be my daughter, but loyalty only goes so far. Especially when the future of a Dukedom is at stake.”

He stared at me for a long, tense moment, then finally slumped back into his chair, a defeated sigh escaping his lips. “Alright,” he muttered, his voice resigned. “Tell me what you need me to do.”

A satisfied smile bloomed on my face. Spencer may be a dullard, but he knew when he was beat. With him on board, and in my control.

I sat next to him on the bed, unsure of what to say or do.

“I’m so sorry, Spencer,” I said, rubbing his back. “I can’t believe she did this to you.”

He looked up at me with red-rimmed eyes. “I thought she loved me, Anne. I thought we were going to spend the rest of our lives together.”

I sighed. “I know, sweetie. But she didn’t deserve you. You’re kind, and caring, and smart. You’re going to find someone who loves you for who you are.”

He sniffled. “Do you really think so?”

I nodded. “I know so. And in the meantime, I’m here for you. Whatever you need.”

He looked at me with a mixture of gratitude and sadness. “Thank you, Anne. You’re the best friend a guy could have.”

I smiled. “I try. But right now, I think you need something more than just a friend.”

He looked at me, confused. “What do you mean?”

I stood up and walked over to him, placing my hands on his shoulders. “I mean, I think you need a distraction. Something to take your mind off of Annalisa and all of the pain she caused you.”

He looked up at me, his eyes wide. “What are you suggesting, Anne?”

I leaned down and whispered in his ear, “I’m suggesting that I give you a blow job. Something to help you relax and forget about everything for a little while.”

He gasped as I kissed his neck, my hands working their way under his shirt. He didn’t resist as I pulled it off of him, revealing his muscular chest. I kissed my way down to his nipples, teasing them with my tongue.

“Anne,” he moaned, his hands tangled in my hair. “I don’t know if this is a good idea.”

I looked up at him, my eyes full of desire. “It’s a great idea. Trust me.”

I continued to kiss and lick my way down his body, finally reaching his pants. I pulled them down, freeing his hard cock. I wrapped my lips around it, sucking and licking with enthusiasm.

“Oh god, Anne,” he moaned, his hips thrusting upwards. “That feels so good.”

I took him deeper into my mouth, my tongue swirling around his shaft. I could feel him getting closer to the edge, his moans growing louder.

“Anne, I’m going to cum,” he warned, but I didn’t stop. I wanted to taste him, to feel him explode in my mouth.

He let out a loud moan as he came, his hot cum filling my mouth. I swallowed every drop, savoring the taste.

“That was amazing, Anne,” he said, his voice husky. “Thank you.”

I smiled up at him. “You’re welcome. But I’m not done yet.”

I stood up and pulled off my clothes, revealing my naked body. I straddled him, my wet pussy rubbing against his still hard cock.

“I want you to fuck me, Spencer,” I said, my voice low and seductive. “I want you to make me forget about everything and just feel good.”

He didn’t need any more convincing. He grabbed my hips and thrust upwards, filling me completely. I let out a loud moan as he began to fuck me, hard and fast.

“Yes, Spencer, yes,” I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders. “Fuck me harder.”

He obliged, his hips slapping against my ass as he pounded into me. I could feel myself getting close to the edge, my moans growing louder and more desperate.

“I’m going to cum, Spencer,” I gasped, my pussy clenching around his cock.

“Cum for me, Anne,” he growled, his fingers digging into my hips.

I let out a loud cry as I came, my orgasm ripping through my body. He continued to fuck me, drawing out every last bit of pleasure.

“Oh god, Anne, you feel so good,” he moaned, his hips stuttering as he reached his own climax.

He collapsed onto the bed, his cock still buried deep inside of me. I smiled down at him, my body still tingling from the orgasm.

“See, Spencer?” I said, kissing his forehead. “I told you I could help you forget about Annalisa.”

He smiled up at me, his eyes full of gratitude. “Thank you, Anne. You’re amazing.”

I laughed. “I know. Now get some sleep. You have a big day ahead of you tomorrow.”

He nodded, his eyes already closing.

“What’s so funny?” he asked, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Nothing,” I replied, biting my lower lip. “I’m just…angry.”

He moved closer to me, his breath hot on my neck. “Don’t be,” he whispered, his lips brushing against my ear. “we’ve wanted this for a long time.”

I let out a sigh of relief, my body melting into his. He started kissing my neck, his lips leaving a trail of fire on my skin. I tilted my head back, giving him better access.

“Mmm, that feels good,” I murmured, my hands instinctively reaching for his broad shoulders.

He chuckled, his lips now on mine. I opened my mouth, letting his tongue explore. The kiss was deep and passionate, and I could feel my body responding. I rubbed myself against him, feeling his hardness against my thigh.

“Someone’s eager,” he said, breaking the kiss.

I blushed, looking away. “I can’t help it. You turn me on.”

He grinned, his fingers tracing the outline of my breasts. “And I can’t wait to turn you on even more.”

He unbuttoned my blouse, his lips finding my nipples. I moaned, my back arching. He sucked and bit gently, his hands roaming my body. I could feel myself getting wetter by the second.

“Spencer, please,” I begged, my hands on his pants.

He stood up, letting me undress him. I took my time, enjoying the sight of his hard cock springing free. I licked my lips, my eyes locked on his.

“You like what you see?” he asked, a cocky smile on his face.

I nodded, wrapping my hand around his shaft. “I do. But I want to taste it too.”

I dropped to my knees, my mouth inches from his cock. I looked up at him, our eyes meeting. I stuck my tongue out, licking the tip of his cock. He groaned, his hands on my head.

“Fuck, Anne,” he said, his voice strained.

I took him in my mouth, my lips wrapped tightly around his shaft. I sucked and stroked, my other hand playing with his balls. He tasted salty and musky, and I couldn’t get enough.

“Stop, I’m gonna cum,” he warned, but I didn’t stop. I wanted to taste him, to feel him release in my mouth.

He came with a loud moan, his cum filling my mouth. I swallowed every drop, savoring the taste. I stood up, wiping my mouth.

“You’re a dirty girl,” he said, a grin on his face.

I shrugged, a playful smile on my lips. “You bring out the best in me.”

He chuckled, pulling me closer. “And I’m not done with you yet.”

He picked me up, carrying me to my bed. He laid me down, his body hovering over mine. He kissed me deeply, his hands roaming my body. I could feel his hard cock against my thigh, and I couldn’t wait for him to be inside me.

“Spencer, please,” I begged, my legs wrapped around his waist.

He positioned himself at my entrance, his eyes locked on mine. “I’ve wanted this for so long,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

He pushed inside me, filling me completely. I moaned, my back arching. He started thrusting, his pace slow and steady. I met his thrusts, my body moving in sync with his.

“Harder, Spencer, harder,” I moaned, my nails digging into his back.

He picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming harder and faster. I could feel myself getting close, my body trembling.

“I’m gonna cum,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

He didn’t slow down, his thrusts becoming even harder. I came with a loud moan, my body shaking. He followed shortly after, his body tensing up.

We lay there, our bodies intertwined, our breathing heavy. He kissed me deeply, his hands on my face.

“I love you, Anne,” he said, his voice soft.

I smiled, my heart fluttering. “I love you too, Spencer.”