Page 47 of To Curse A Knight

“Please,” I begged; tears pricked at my eyes, but I was desperate for them not to fall. I’d be embarrassed in the morning, but I couldn’t consider it now—not with my heart still pounding and my brain still spiraling. “Please, Lucky,” I pleaded softly, conveying the pain in my chest through my eyes, hoping he’d give me this one out—just this one night.

All his hesitation faded. The green of his eyes darkened to a rich olive, and a raw hunger swam in their depths. He grabbed my chin roughly and his lips descended on mine, demanding entrance.

He held me firmly in place; I was entirely at his mercy as he plundered my mouth and took what he wanted. He forced me to open up to him, as if the kiss could release every demon that ever shackled my mind. I let him whisk me away, just as I’d begged him to. I gave in to the heat of his body, the comforting sweet scent of cedar and cherries, and masculine sweat, the strength of his muscular form as he melted into me, just barely holding his full weight off of my body.

Firm lips became soft and pliable as he abruptly shifted the nature of it. Frenzied desperation dissolved into the most tender of kisses; careful caresses of delicate touches as his knuckles ran up and down the sides of my ribs, before his large thumbs settled on the outline of my nipples in the silk sleep shirt.

He rolled his thumbs in tandem. A heated electric current flicked through my chest and straight down to my pussy. His lips moved from my mouth to my jaw, his stubble scraping along my sensitive skin as he nipped a trail along the shadow of bone leading to my ear. His hard length dug into my stomach; I could feel the twitch of it every time I arched to meet him. A dark satisfaction overtook me; I affected his body with the same power he did mine.

“My beautiful Blondie,” he murmured into my hair, before rising on his knees to stare down at me, the fires of potent lust burning in his gaze.

“Do you need an escape, lass? Do you need me to feed you my fingers and my cock until you can’t think about anything but me, filling you up and making you scream?”

My pussy gushed at his dirty words, my body completely overtaken by animal instinct and the need to fuck—all cognitive function on the sidelines as I lay beneath him, waiting for him to fulfill his promises.

Kellan gave me an escape through submission. Aaron gave me an escape through mutual dominance. I never imagined Lucky could do the same—teasing me into a roiling mess of desire.

“Ah, ah,” he tutted, the devilish smirk raking across his perfect face. “I’m gonna need an answer, lass.”

He held my gaze and bent down, his toned abs rippling with the movement, until his face was situated right above my pubic bone. He grazed his teeth over my clit through the silk fabric of my shorts. The slight nip soaked my panties and my body bowed off the bed at the sharp sensation.

Normal me wouldn’t play his game; I wouldn’t allow him the satisfaction and I’d turn the tables in my favor; punish him with his own game for reducing me to a begging fuck-girl.

ButI wasn’t normal me. The nightmares, the exhaustion of this crusade, and the continuous feeling of not doing enough—I had been reduced to the begging, desperate fuck-girl simpering beneath the Irish playboy.

In this moment, I relished the freedom that came with being his toy.

“Fuck me.” The words came out on a whimper, not a command, as I gave in to being his pretty little pawn for the night.

I would take back my throne by force tomorrow.

His smile rivaled the Cheshire Cat, laced with dark intent, as he yanked off my shorts and slid them down my legs. On his way back up to the bullseye, his nose traced a line up the inside of my thigh, his bristly stubble sending shivers up my spine. He stopped at the apex and inhaled deeply.

“Fuck, I love the scent of you.” He quickly buried his face right into my pussy and pulled back again to look at me, dew drops of my arousal clinging to his chin. “I want you to mark me, lass. Have you ever squirt before?”

Eyes widening, I nodded mutely, although I didn’t tell him I’d never squirt at a man’s touch. My own, with the right toy, yes. Even a few women in college had managed the feat—but never by a man.

“I’ll have to leave my mark on you too, then.” Lucky winked. The routine action was downright sinful when he was hovering above my pussy. “Wouldn’t want yeh thinking someone else can do it better.”

Without warning, he shoved a single finger inside me, then another, the two curling together, stroking my walls. My hips bucked up to meet him, but he held me in place with his forearm banded across my middle, keeping me where he wanted me.

I wanted to say I hated it; that this act was simply one of distraction and I would have fucked any man in my vicinity to rid myself of the painful thoughts. It’d be a lie. Somehow I had known Lucky could be this man for me; who could safely tear me up and stitch me back together with laughter and light.

“That’s a good lass,” he praised as he pulled his fingers free, sticky arousal thickly coating them. He sucked them into his mouth, closing his eyes with a soft groan as he licked them clean.

“So sweet,” he growled, palming the rigid outline of his cock in his other hand before dropping it back to touch me again.

Three fingers twisted inside me in a methodical rhythm; I shuddered, so close to coming, before he drew one of them out, sliding it to my ass and nuzzling my entrance there with a tentative swirl.

“No lube tonight, Blondie.” His wicked grin told me exactly what he would do when he had some. “But I’ll be coming back to get of taste of you here when we do.”

“Won’t. Be. Another. Time.” I panted as he eased his finger into the hole, the stretch and sting giving way to molten pleasure.

“Oh, yes, there will,” he crooned, as he stretched my pussy and my asshole at the same time. His fingers worked in such a practiced motion, I realized making women squirt was likely his signature move.

“Do you know how many fantasies of mine you star in? How many times I’ve fucked you in my dreams? How many times my cum has filled your pussy?”

I searched for the cocky grin, but his face held nothing but serious concentration, his fingers working so well together. The crescendo of my orgasm was just a bar away in the song.

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