Page 34 of To Curse A Knight

One orgasm from my beautiful little queen and already I felt better. Coaxing two more releases from her body ought to rid me of my demons for one night.

“Good girl,” I purred, stroking the smooth skin of her calves as she came down from her high. “Did that feel good, Killer?” I nipped the inside of her thigh as I crawled up her body, then licked it with the pad of my tongue to soothe the sting. “I’m going to give you some more; can you handle that?”

Shenodded weakly, but the fire in her eyes sparked back to life when I held myself above her on my knees. I unbuttoned my dress shirt and shrugged it off my shoulders, then tossed it to the end of the bed. Her hands trailed across the bare skin of my chest, my ribs, over the trail of intricate ink and the scars.

I didn’t like to be touched there. She was the only one who’d ever gotten the chance.

Grabbing her wrists, I lifted her hands above her head and held them there between one of mine, reaching down for my cock with the other to line up with her entrance. I moved to grip her hip as I entered and gave her a moment to adjust to my size. Squeezing her flesh between the pads of my fingers firmly enough to bruise, I unleashed every pent-up frustration I’d held onto for weeks—months—since I’d last entered her body.

I entered that state of nirvana only she could give me; the escape that took away the rough edges and smoothed everything into soft lines. Her body bent and bowed to my will. She met every thrust with her hips, every pulse with one in return, responsive to every need my body expressed without either of us saying a word.

A ragged cry ripped from her throat and she arched upward as her second orgasm snuck up on us both. I relished the sweet music of her panting, determined to pull a third from her sweet lips.

“That’s my good girl.” I crooned the words against her flesh before picking up my pace. My desperation leaked through every pore of my body and into her skin. “You’re so beautiful when you break for me.”

I bit the slender line of her throat, her breasts, arching her back as I held my weight above her. I filled her up over and over until she was a writhing mess of need beneath me. I ground my hips, brutally rubbed my pelvis up against her clit as the tip of my cock continued to hit her G spot, and counted down the moments until she came all over me.

Within seconds, her wanton scream triggered my orgasm, hot jets of my cum flooding her in all the places my cock couldn’t reach. Her arms fell to her sides as her body melted into the sheets, completely spent.

I withdrew, fixing my gaze on the point where our bodies met, where cum seeped out of her pussy in little white dew drops. I bent down and sucked our combined arousal into my mouth, held the sweet, salty taste on my tongue before hovering over her to deposit the mixture into hers.

“Open.”

She did so willingly, the devious smirk on her lips telling me just how much she enjoyed it. Her tongue drove into my mouth, sucking every drip of our flavor, savoring it.

I was a complete masochist to continuously deny myself the pleasure of this woman. Yet, I’d never be able to be enough, togiveenough. I’d always leave her wanting and hate myself for it.

No matter how much I tried to build something concrete, there wasn’t a permanent place for me. I was a pawn masquerading as a king.

The dirty kiss became light and tender, our bodies making promises neither of us could keep. I pulled her into my side and drew the feather duvet over us, settling her within the cradle of my arms. We could clean up later. The beast within me was satisfied; now I needed to take care of her.

She wouldn’t stay the night, anyway. She never did—she’d let me hold her until I fell asleep—then she slipped away in the night, her perfume lingering in the air and her scent on my skin the only reminders she’d been here at all.

Her fingertips danced along the skin of my biceps as our hearts pounded out a similar rhythm against each other’s chest.

“Does this mean you’re sticking around?”

I didn’t know what the fuck to do with that question. I couldn’t guarantee I’d be here in a year—with the way things were going, it was looking more and more unlikely by the day. Yet, I wouldn’t—couldn’tleave her.

“Yeah. I’m going nowhere, Killer.”

She interlaced our fingers and fell silent. The two of us lay in the comfort of each other’s warmth, the most basic of human connections taking hold. She gave me enough grace to relax before asking the inevitable.

“What happened?”

I scrubbed a palm down my face and through my beard, unwilling to keep anything from her anymore. If our lives were to be inextricably intertwined, she might as well know the entirety of how fucked up my life was.

I recapped my meeting with my father; his expectations, the threats to Trish, and the need to remove myself from both of the lives I was faking my way through, but having nowhere to turn.

She stroked my hand through all of it, remaining silent. Her eyes widened at some parts with concern, slitting in others in rage. She listened without judgment, and I was surprised how relieving it was toconfidein someone. To trust them enough to see my fucked-up situation and ask them to stay.

Was that what I was doing? Asking her to stay?

“I’m going to get Blackbird to combine forces with Lucky,” she said once I had finished. “Lucky thinks he’s close to hacking into Alvarez’s personal accounts, and that will give us everything we need to ruin him. I’m not willing to delay this any longer with Aaron stuck in hiding and a price on your head.”

She didn’t coddle me with false platitudes or apologies. Instead, she’d pounced on the opportunity for a solution. I would expect nothing less.

“You’re not getting into the fucking flesh trade.” The vehemence in her tone made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. “We’ll tackle Alvarez first and then work on Antonio. I’ve been building out a slow play for him, and the board is almost ready.”

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