All Chapters of Punished by the Duke: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

~Penny~Did the Duke pry into my background after that incident? I was worried he might see through my carefully fabricated facade. Nico was fully off-limits now. His Grace and his regal sister both took turns to warn me to stay away from the kid. I was just following instructions. Lawrence told me to get close to Nico. So I did. Now I needed to stay away from Nico and his uncle at any cost to avoid raising more doubts about me.The next few days unfolded in a flurry of needle and thread as I strived to keep busy and avoid running into the Duke. The sewing workstations were a bustling hive of activity today with long fabric bolts and a dozen work tables. The breaks were pathetically short and the head seamstress ensured we didn't dillydally.Despite the strict schedule and watchful eyes, there was often whispered gossip that helped me understand my perilous mission better. Some stories even delved into the Duke's past, his parents, and the choices that shaped him into the man he was,

~Leo~Mabel jutted her chin in defiance as the carriage rattled down the cobblestone streets. "I could have perfectly managed this meeting on my own, Leo.""With the help of your useless architect friend? If he had an ounce of common sense, he would have asked this accountant to meet with you two in the castle. You are so bent on doing things like a commoner, visiting this sketchy neighborhood after dark.""You exaggerate Leo. You are just upset because I am not using the services of our Royal Accountant.""Look outside for once Mabel." I pulled the curtains of the carriage window apart for her to take a look. "Look at the state of this place. There's a massive surge in immigration and we can't keep up with everyone's records in overcrowded regions. Poverty and under reported crime are rampant here."Peering out the frosted window, Mabel's breath hitched. She was expecting the usual massive elegant brownstones but dilapidated buildings were all huddled together here with rubbish strew

~Leo~It was three in the morning. Thick flakes of snow drifted down, swirling in slow motion across the impossibly bright night sky. I turned around and pressed my back against the cold window, staring into the warm fireplace and the ticking clock above it.What was she up to? Fast asleep in her bed, probably.Guilt gnawed at me. I couldn't stop thinking about her since that night. Mabel filled me in on what happened, and I had been kicking myself since then. Why hadn't I believed Penny? Even if her story was a web of lies, what harm could have come to me by taking her to the castle or dropping her off wherever she wanted me to?The truth was, even when I didn't want to acknowledge it, I felt like she betrayed me by letting some other guy touch her. Since I was so unreasonably possessive about her, I could have spared her the trauma and taken her home safely with me before anyone else touched her. But I allowed jealousy to cloud my judgment so terribly. This regret had turned into a

~Penny~My first day back at work was busy as usual. The workroom was bustling with activity, with workers feverishly snipping at intricate fabrics and stitching delicate seams. My eyes kept wandering to the door, expecting the Butler to come in and announce again like he did last time, "His Grace wants to see you in the dining hall." But the day was flying by and there was no sign of the Butler.As the last rays of sunlight faded behind the castle's keep, my mind raced with jumbled up thoughts and emotions."Eyes on the fabric!" The Head Seamstress hissed, tapping my worktable. Her eyes were cold and brimming with disapproval.I stood up from my seat, wanting to look apologetic and get back to weaving the vibrant threads in my hands, but I just stared at her instead, my thoughts elsewhere. I was still upset at myself, for how weak and easily swayed I was by the Duke's charms. It was as if he had taken my brain out and put it on the prep table before scooping me into his arms at Aunt

~Penny~As the coronation day approached, Leo got incredibly busy and elusive. He traveled a lot and was gone for days at a stretch, and every time I hoped to see him again, he was busy with a flurry of meetings and endless visits to the town hall.But he meant it when he said he wanted more at Aunt Molly's place. He slipped into my chambers one night after dinner before he had to leave Mountbatten for almost a week. It was his twenty fifth birthday. Once again, I surrendered my body to his tongue that gently swirled over my folds before going deep inside me, making me squeal and squirm for hours."Sit on my face, use me for your pleasure," he said when my body was still jerking from the fifth orgasm. As I hesitantly positioned myself near his face, he wasted no time seizing my hips and plunging his tongue into my throbbing pussy, lapping and licking so passionately as if he could never get enough of it. How could he stay away from me for so long after that night? After all that happ