Page 7 of To Curse A Knight

“Why are you here?”

The words weren’t a demand anymore; they were coaxing, commanding. Like a sexy siren call—if the siren was a buff gladiator.

Closing my eyes, I caught another strong whiff of his scent before whispering back the words he wanted so badly to hear.

“Tech. Revenge. Another ass-fucking by a billionaire.”

I practically leaped off the chair, chains and all, when he took a raging bite out of my shoulder.

“The fuck, Kell!” I shouted in alarm; positive I was bloody bleeding all over the nipple clamps.

The sexy oaf finally moved around to the front of me and I got a good look at him.

Yeah, he fucking broke skin, all right. Blood coated his lips, the red tint staining the hair around his mouth. But the wolfish, satisfied smirk stopped me from unleashing a torrent comprised of every curse word I had ever learned.

Kellan, Viking God of all that was holy, was dressed in nothing but a pair of red and black plaid flannel pajama pants; every muscle, tattoo, and faint curl of blond body hair on display.

Sure, I’d already seen it before. I got a nice little eyeful when we were crammed up in the gym shower. But there was something about a man, shirtless and dressed in nothing but cotton pants, that just did something for me. Bubble butt outlined; sack perfectly molded as an imprint within the fabric…

I’d fucked a lot of men in my day—sexy men, ugly men, that Russian mark one time—but Kellan’s body might be the prettiest.

Even with my blood coating his tongue. Okay,especiallywith my blood coating his tongue. My cock was so solid it was going to force its way through my shorts at any moment. A small wet patch sat on top; what I wouldn’t do to have his mouth on me …

He spun around to the bench behind him and grabbed something plastic from the tabletop. I craned my throbbing neck to see.

Two sets of zipties. What the—

My questions were answers when he lowered himself to my feet and secured each ankle to the leg of the chair. His kneeling made him eye-level to my dick; He openly stared at the patch of pre-cum, his eyes now a dangerously dark blue.

Without warning, he buried his face in my crotch, sucking at my throbbing shaft through the silky fabric. My legs tensed, thighs bucking up in a sorry attempt to ride his face. My muscles cramped hard against my new restraints. His hands held my thighs down as he buried his face deeper against me. His pillowy lips mouthed the underside of my cock before his teeth nibbled a path up to my trapped head. His mouth closed over the wet patch, his tongue pulling up on my sensitive head over and over until my spine erupted with tingles and—

Just as abruptly, he stopped and pulled away from me. Fierce determination filled his stormy eyes. He didn’t stand, though, his hulking body still kneeling at my feet in the sexiest form of dominance possible.

“Why are you here?” he repeated, a new dangerous edge in his tone.

I can’t say I’d ever trained to withstand edging torture, but I was into it—so into it. I’d add this to my training roster once this was all over and he handed me back to Hillary in pieces.

Blowing out a breath of desperate lust, I levelly met his gaze.

“I was hoping to get a chance to ass-fuck you. That still on the table, Kell Bell?”

The Viking God snorted, his eyes flashing with a combination of lust and irritation. “I don’t bottom.”

“Yeah, yeah.” I taunted. “You don’t do a lot of things. Doesn’t explain that chub you’ve got going on for me, does it?”

I couldn’t see it, but I knew it was there. Men like Kellan Carlos didn’t bury their face into some guy’s dick and not get a hard-on. I’d bet good money this man was a pleasure Dom, when he wasn’t all torturey and stuff.

Heat blazed through his eyes before a mask came down so hard I couldn’t read him anymore. Nowthatwas a skill he’d be able to use as a con artist.

Inone quick movement, he yanked my boxers over my ass down to my knees and unwrapped myveryready package for him. My cock sprang free, jutting into the air like a sword ready for battle.

Before I had blinked, my dick was in his mouth with no barriers between us. The smooth, silky wetness wrapped tightly around me like a pure pocket of Heaven.

He shoved his tongue into my slit and I saw stars—galaxies, even—his mouth expertly hitting every nerve in my cockhead and I couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, until I was going to come down his throat.

But he didn’t give me the chance. The moment I was about to blow, he’d pull back, my squirming, sweaty body needy as fuck and begging for his mouth again.

“Why are you here?”

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