Page 35 of Brutal Knight

“Only myself.”

“And what do you think of when you touch yourself?” She didn’t answer, only gripped my wrist, encouraging me. “Do you think of me?”

She nodded, and I stroked, stroked her silky softness.

“Do you soak your panties? Or do you lie in your bed, naked, fantasizing?”

“Both.”

“And what do you think about?”

“You, spanking me like you did the other night.”

“What else?”

“Tying me up. Punishing me. Fucking me. Your cum sliding down my thighs.”

I chuckled darkly. “And why is that, Tatiana?”

“I don’t know.”

“You do.”

“I don’t.”

“You want to come?”

“Yes,” she breathed, “Please let me come.”

“Then tell me, polva. You know the answer. Tell me why you can’t stop thinking about me when you touch yourself.”

“Be—because,” she choked out, “you own my pussy.”

“Exactly.” I leaned forward, kissing her forehead, my fingers still circling her clit. I kissed down her face to her neck, suckling the sensitive skin. “Such a good girl for me.”

Her fingers tightened on my arm, and she murmured, “Please let me come, Knight.”

“Are you going to let Rook fuck you when he returns?”

“No.”

“Swear it,” I growled. “Swear he will never touch you again.”

“I swear it!” She cried out, “Y-you own me, Knight. I’ll never fuck him again.”

“Good girl.” I purred. “You can come.”

She gripped me tight, whimpering and writhing until, spine bowing, stomach clenching, chest hitching, she shattered. Her whole body shuddered, then a smile trickled up her gorgeous face, and she leaned into me. “Thank you.”

I kissed the top of her head. “Show me your gratitude by moving into my house.”

She rubbed her head across the collar of my shirt, smearing mascara and lipstick. “I can’t.”

"Fine.” I thundered, growing angry quickly. “If you won't stay with me, I'll increase my bookings with Rook.”

She yanked herself back, a dark look coming over her like a thundercloud. We stared each other down, anger and raw sexual tension buzzing between us. "Rook won't let you."

I tilted my head. "Won't he?"

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