Page 34 of Brutal Knight

“Yes.”

Her jaw worked, the rebellion in her demeanor only making my cock slightly stiffen. The woman may have been powerless against her parents as a child, but she’d never been afraid to give me her mind, or a punch to the arm. I’d always loved that about her.

I was a spoiled and rotten child, and her honesty and defiance had been refreshing.

Now, it made me fuckingworkto control my need to show her to whom she belonged to.

“I can, and will, protect you.” My fingers wrapped tighter around her throat.

Her breath hitched, her chest expanding, her pupils blown. “Like how you did before?”

“That was a long time ago.” I lowered my hand to flatten against the top of her chest. Then, I couldn’t stop myself, my palm trailed lower, my fingers tracing over the smooth skin of her breast. “Things were different then.”

“I don't need to stay with you to be safe." She didn’t look down, didn’t give any attention to the fact that her nipples had tightened into stiff buds.

"Hecan't keep you safe, not from what's coming." My hand dropped to her waist. I squeezed her hip. She inhaled a sharp breath as I drug her closer to me.

"I wasn't talking about Rook.” She placed a hand on my chest, her fingers twisting in my tie. Leaning forward, her mint and scotch breath poured over my face. “Unlike you, he doesn't feel the need to control my every move. He trusts me to keep myself safe."

“Maybe Rook doesn’t know you like I do. He doesn’t know how much trouble you attract.” Growling, I dug my fingers into the skin of her thighs, pushing her dress upwards. Letting me, she tilted her hips upwards so I could pull it up and over her ass. “Open your legs.”

She did, and I bit down on a possessive roar when I realized she was wearing pink, embroidered panties.

Pink.

My next words came out a snarl. “Does he know that you're meeting Benny's wife in the middle of the night?”

"He doesn't need to," she bit back, letting out a breathy sound as I tickled the skin of her inner thighs, “because he trusts me."

“He shouldn't."

“I’ve been in a worse situation than a regime change, Knight, and I’m the one who got myself out of it. I can take care of myself,” she bit down on her upper lip, grazing over that gorgeous freckle, “And besides, you shouldn't be lurking outside a woman's home in the middle of the night, like a creepy stalker.

"I have zero interest in that woman.” I caressed upwards, softly fingering the edge of her panties, trying to stop myself from slipping a finger under them to finger her in my car. “I’m looking for Benny and you know it."

"Really?" Her gaze on me was heated. "A beautiful woman whose husband has abandoned her holds no interest for you?"

“You know you’re the only woman for me.”

“I never know with you, Knight. You say one thing, and do another.”

I brushed my fingers over her soft spot, letting out a low rumble at the feel of moistness on her panties. The woman was drenched. “Look how wet you are for me, baby.” I gave in to the temptation, hooked my finger in her panties and pulled, exposing her cunt to the open air of the car. “Tell me, Tatiana, were you a naughty girl?” I gently parted swollen lips, and slid my fingers through it. “Did you masturbate after I left the other night?”

Her mouth parted, air passing through full lips in a breathy moan. “In that room? God no.”

“Later on that night?” I lazily circled her clit.

She stared into my eyes, hers glossy with want. She shook her head.

“And did you fuck Rook?”

“When?”

“Since then?” I increased the pressure and she began to mewl, her cheeks flushing with desire. “Tell me, polva. Did you let Rook touch what was mine?” My voice thundered with possession.

“No,” she breathed, her chest hitching, hips rocking.

“Did you let anyone else touch what belongs to me?”

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