Page 70 of Brutal Knight

I suddenly pulled away, my breath a whisper across her pussy. “Tell me, Tatiana, what is it you wanted for your birthday?”

She inhaled a deep, shuttering breath, her eyes halfway lidded, hesitating a moment before she spoke. "You, Knight. I wanted you for my birthday."

A possession, wild and untamed, came over me, the thought that she'd probably fucked half of the men in Cuba making me furious, all because I was too chicken shit to make her mine. Growling, I jumped to my feet. Fisting her nape, I pressed into her, my mouth crashing against hers. Her cries of pleasure were lost in me as I devoured her lips, shoving my fingers up inside her again.

I hated myself for my fear: the fear that I would end up hating her as much as my father hated my mother. I didn't want to end up like my parents but I also couldn't stand the thought of another man owning her.

“Do you remember the first promise you ever made me, Knight?” Her words were mumbled and reckless against my lips. “To always protect me?”

“Yes.” I snarled out my frustration, taking it out on her, biting down on her lip hard enough to make her bleed while my fingers stroked, stroked. “I would never forget my oath.”

“I’ve never forgotten, either. I hang onto it, every time someone fucks me.”

“I hate those men.”

“I know. I also know what you do to them afterwards.”

“And do you like that?” My fingers stroked, stroked, and her juices slid down my hand as I consumed her with my kiss. “Like that the men suffer for what they’ve done to you?”

“Yes.”

“And what would you do for, me? Huh, polva?”

“Anything.”

“Get down on hands and knees? Crawl to me? Beg me to take you from this place?”

Her responding mewl only made my dick swell bigger, digging into her stomach. I was pressed so tight to her, I was certain she could feel every inch. Her other hand was clasping my neck, holding me tight to her.

"Come away with me?”

“Huh?”

I hooked my finger up inside her and pressed against her g-spot. She cried out, her hips jerking and twisting. “Promise me you'll never touch another man again."

"It's too late for that, Knight." Her nails dug into the skin of my neck, tearing through skin and driving me even more crazy.

"It's not," I thundered. "You're fucking mine, yeah?"

"No," she shook her head.

I pulled back, still rubbing her g-spot, loving the blush to her cheeks, the arousal in her halfway lidded eyes, her swollen lips. "What if I marry you?"

The edge of her lip curled upwards in skepticism, but her hand went to my wrist, still encouraging me. "You would never do that." Her voice was cold and jaded. "You're not the marrying type."

"I would," I insisted. "For you, I would."

"Oh God." She was referring to her orgasm cresting, and not my proposal. “Fuck me, Knight. Don’t leave me empty. I need you inside me.”

"Marry me, Tati," I tore open my pants, pulled out my cock, and shoved myself up inside her, the need to claim this woman overtaking all sense. She hung on for her life as I lost my shit, fucking her harshly. "I'm claiming you, right here, right now. You belong to me, Tati, and no one else."

She didn't answer me but shifted her hips, fucking me as roughly as I fucked her. Her legs were wrapped around me, her heels digging into my back.

I leaned over, kissing her as I thrust into her. "Say you'll marry me. Say you want me as much as I want you."

“And you’ll always love me? Protect me?”

“Always. Even if you don’t marry me.”

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