My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 59

Duke rose swiftly, closing the distance to Kisha in just a couple of strides. His right arm wrapped around her slender waist, drawing her close, while his left hand rested on the counter, supporting his weight.

Witnessing the intimate moment between Duke and Kisha, Sparrow and Vulture exchanged knowing glances before discreetly making their exit. They opted to patrol the perimeter instead, sharing a smirk that mixed happiness for their boss with a touch of incredulity at the sudden turn of events.

Duke enveloped Kisha with his entire body, his warm breath caressing her forehead. Kisha’s long eyelashes trembled as she slowly blinked, gobsmacked by the turn of events.

She just wanted to get back at Duke for teasing her, and she knew that this kind of teasing had not affected him one bit in their previous life.

Now caught in this situation, she began to second-guess her understanding of Duke and how his mind operated. The weight of his body pressed against hers, their chests intimately pressed together, prompted her to reconsider the depth of her knowledge about him and his intentions.

Kisha’s breath caught in her throat as she felt a pulsating, thick long rod-like thing against her stomach, instantly recognizing what it was. Her eyes widened in shock as she glanced up at Duke, who wore a taunting smirk. Despite the playfulness of his expression, his eyes retained their dark, seductive allure.

Duke maintained a composed facade, but internally, he grappled with an identity crisis. His conflicting desires waged war within him: one urging him to lose himself in her completely, he wanted to bury himself inside her right then and there, while the other, his rational side, cautioned against the impulsive act.

He feared that succumbing to his desires might jeopardize their relationship, causing her to turn against him.

After a moment’s pause, Duke closed his eyes and rested his chin on top of her head. Kisha could feel his wildly beating heart and the heat coming from his body.

"So, he finally snapped, huh?" 008’s voice echoed in Kisha’s mind, its tone laden with implications.

"What do you mean?" Kisha inquired, her hand resting atop Duke’s rapidly pounding heart.

008 did not answer but remained quiet. But Kisha was dying to know the answer, she felt like there was something she did not know that 008 was aware of but was refraining from sharing with her.

She contemplated issuing another threat to 008, but before she could, Duke drew nearer. "I trust you’ll accept the consequences of your actions," his voice was husky, carrying a seductive undertone. As his hand found its way to the back of her neck, a jolt of electricity surged through Kisha’s entire being, eliciting an involuntary moan that caught her by surprise.

That lone moan ignited Duke’s desire even further. "Kisha..." His voice resonated deep within his chest, sending shivers down Kisha’s spine and stirring her very soul.

As Duke called her name, a tremor coursed through her body and soul, but it wasn’t sparked by desire; instead, an overwhelming urge to cry washed over her. It felt as though her heart, along with the pit of her stomach, was being yanked violently, yet the sensation had nothing to do with lust, disgust, or anger.

Instead, it was a profound longing tinged with melancholy, a yearning for something intangible and elusive.

Unbeknownst to her, tears began to stream down her cheeks, marking the first time in ages that she had allowed herself to succumb to silent sobs. Overwhelmed by a wave of sorrow and melancholy, she found herself unable to contain her emotions any longer.

Feeling a dampness against his chest, Duke couldn’t resist the urge to glance down, only to discover Kisha silently weeping.

He felt as though a bucket of cold water had been thrown over him, instantly extinguishing the flames of desire and replacing them with panic.

"Kisha, I’m sorry. This is all my fault," he confessed, his voice betraying a hint of tremor as he spoke. _{ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm}