Page 71 of Brutal Knight

“Then, yes," she breathed against my mouth. "I'll marry you, Knight."

I roared, coming, shooting up inside her. She came at the same time as me, sweat glistening down her body, her swollen lips forming a perfect exhale. I rubbed her clit to draw out her orgasm, then yanked out of her.

My come soaked her panties and down her thighs and she blinked her eyes open in confusion. I stepped into her, kissing her softly, sliding my fingers through the combination of our fluids. As I kissed her, I brought my fingers to her mouth to spread my seed over her lips.

"Mine, mine, mine," I whispered against her lips, kissing her again, both our tongues tangling as we tasted each other.

"Yours," she whispered against me, then, kissing me one last time, she pulled her head away. Leaning back against the wall, she stared up at me, a happiness filling her eyes that I hadn't seen in a long long time.

I inhaled a deep breath, zipping myself up, then cupped her cheeks, staring into her eyes.

“Come home with me tonight. To the States.” I kissed her. “Forget this place. We’ll live together until we can plan the wedding of your dreams.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” I said, kissing her again. “I’ve never been more sure of a goddamn thing in my life.”

“Then, yes,” she clasped me tighter, kissing me again. “I’ll come with you.”

I was lost in her, her kiss, her taste, her touch, for so long that time stood still. It was only her and me, and our new life together.

Then thunder struck, ripping through the restaurant and changing my life forever.

SEVENTEEN

PRESENT DAY

My eyes bolted open at the sound of my bedroom door softly closing.

Screaming and begging echoed through my mind, the wisps of a dream...or maybe a memory…

Heart pounding, I took in my surroundings.

Walls painted sage green and sago palm trees created a calming effect, with the gentle breeze of a fan overhead. Even though the room was dark, the clock told me the day was only beginning.

I was in Knight's room. Safe.

Funny how a word, a feeling, changed with circumstance.

In my past five years in Vegas, I never would've thought that I would feelsafewith Knight again.

And yet…I’d called him when Antonio and Carlos released me, dumping me in the middle of the strip. Not Rook.

The sound of a soft snore drew my attention to the end of my bed, where my nurse, Phee, had fallen asleep watching over me.

Safe.

The word once again came to my mind, echoing like a haunting, flickering dream.

I shouldn't get used to this feeling: like being wrapped in a big, soft, pink blanket, full of sweet memories and dreams, like over-sugary candy.

I sat up, filling my lungs with crushed lavender, the smell like the peaceful sanctuary of a cherished nun.

I stilled when I saw my phone, plugged in and charged, my keys next to it. The blinking light on my phone—notifications demanding my attention.

I turned away from them, silently padding over to the window, my fingers parting the darkness to reveal an orange sky.

A new day.

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