Page 130 of Brutal Knight

"Mmm," he pretended to think. "That's too bad."

"Tell me," I sat upwards, climbing into his lap, staring into his eyes with the ferocity of a warrior who could force him to tell me with the power of my might. "Tell me, Knight."

His eyes danced with humor, and he cupped my face. "You know, Tati. Think about it. When did I start calling you that?"

I shook my head. "You always called me that."

"I didn't."

"Yes you did! From the very first day. I remember that."

He leaned in to brush his lips across my forehead. "Then remember better."

"Why won't you just tell me?" I growled out.

"Because, it's more fun if you figure it out on your own."

"You’re annoying."

"So are you," he grinned. "But you'remyannoying creature now, to own and to control. What shall I do with you first?”

“Oh I don’t know,” I scowled. "You could start by releasing me from the contract."

"No, that's not it." He was still smiling. The asshole.

"What else?"

"I don't know." I crossed my arms across my chest. "You tell me, since you're the boss."For now.

"I know." He suddenly pushed me backwards, moving me onto my back.

I gazed up at him, a mixture of anger and thrill shooting through me at the predatory look his eyes.

I wanted to be mad. To still hate this man who'd bought me like a toy in a store. To knee him in the nuts, slam the lamp over his head to knock him out, then run away forever.

I didn'twantto want him to kiss me. To hold me forever in his embrace. To take care of and protect me for the rest of my life.

I was too strong for that. I'd grown too independent.

And yet, his breath smelled like mint and whiskey as it feathered over my face. Temptation and sin. Hot sweaty nights under a moonlit sky, where he would run his fingers over every inch of my skin.

His soft brown eyes were fixed on me and, for a brief flash, I remembered what it'd felt like to kiss him again after he’d held back for so long.

I held my breath, waiting for that moment to happen again.

For his lips to touch mine, sending electricity throughout my whole body.

To know what it felt like to be loved by the man on top of me, even if it was only for a second.

Then suddenly he was yanking off my shirt, heat blazing through me at the touch of his lips pressed to mine. "Tonight, I'm going to mark you with my cum. Make you swallow it deep into your belly. Rub it into your skin so it sinks deep inside you. Into the blood flowing through your veins so that it becomes a part of you. So that every person who looks at you knows that you belong to me. I want the whole world to know that you aremine."

I gave in to his kiss, his touch, his words sending lightning up my spine, buzzing through my system. His tongue stroked mine, a low, masculine moan deep in his throat revealing his desire. "I'm going to fuck you every day from here on out. Every. Damn. Day."

His lips left mine, trailing passionately down my neck, his fingers sliding up my stomach and my chest, now arching, to yank down my top.

I squeezed my legs together in excited anticipation, wetness pooling between my legs as his hot mouth came down on my nipple.

Any worry I had for my future bled out of me as I lay under him, his fingers nimbly undoing my corset. "Mm," he hummed against my skin, "so warm and wet." His tongue flicked the hardened bud of my nipple. "This for me, polva?"

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