Page 65 of Hide and Seek
“I, uhhhh . . . sort of already did.”
He pulls back, his gaze narrowed. “You told him about your stalker.”
“Not exactly,” I say. “But I told him about you. By accident. Kind of.”
“I don’t know what to make of that.”
“All that you need to know is that Laith is a really nice guy, and while yes, we’ve had a sexual relationship for a while now, we’re friends first. We’re honest, so after you and I . . . you know. I let him know. I didn’t think it was fair to keep him in the dark like that, so he took a backseat.”
“A backseat?”
“Mm-hmm,” I murmur. “He’s always wanted what’s best for me, and he and I . . . If something were going to happen between us, it would have happened a long time ago. So while you and I are doing whatever the hell this is, he doesn’t want to be a factor that could potentially keep something from happening. He respectfully bowed out until I figure that out.”
Knight moves in tighter, holding me as though he’s never seen anything so precious in his life. “And what exactly do you think could potentially be happening here?”
I shake my head as a stupid smile pulls across my lips. “Don’t ask questions that neither of us knows the answer to, let alone are even a little bit ready to hear.”
He laughs, and the sound does something wild to me. “Fair point,” he murmurs, his gaze shifting to the camera up on the wall behind me as his hand slowly trails higher on my thigh. Indecision flashes in his dark eyes, and I know exactly what he’s thinking. Does he risk his life just to touch me, does he burn it all to hell just for a moment of heaven?
His gaze comes back to mine, his hand shifting to the back of my neck. “Fuck it. Let him see that you belong to me.” And not a second later, his lips crash down on mine. Hunger slams into me as I melt into his touch, his hand shifting to the side of my thigh, guiding it around his waist.
His tongue swoops into my mouth, and I groan as his cock grinds against my needy pussy, and before it even occurs to me where we are or what we’re about to do, my hands are greedily pulling at his shirt, desperately trying to pull it over his head.
The moment it’s gone, I dive for his body, my hands all over him, exploring and committing every sharp ridge of his muscled frame to memory, needing that touch more than I need my next breath. His lips are like a potent drug against mine, and as he reaches for my scrub shirt and pulls it over my head, the hunger becomes too much to bear.
“Knight,” I pant.
“I’ve got you, doll,” he murmurs against my lips, locking his arm around my waist and lifting me just enough to rip my pants down, taking my thong along with them. He settles me back on the table, and I scramble for the front of his pants as his lips work their way down to my neck, sending shivers soaring across my skin.
I free that massive cock from the confines of his pants and curl my hand around his base. My fingers hold firmly, pumping up and down, and before I can even make it to the top and roll my thumb over his tip, Knight’s hands are at my hips, scooching me right to the edge of the table, and lining me up perfectly with his cock.
My legs lock around his waist as his big hand closes over mine on his cock and guides his tip right to my entrance. “Fuck,” he groans as he slowly pushes inside me, my pussy already throbbing for more. “I’ve been dreaming about this sweet little cunt since the moment I tasted it.”
A stupid grin pulls at my lips, and before I can even think about responding, Knight pushes deep, stretching me wide as my eyes roll.
My serial killer stalker is good, but he could never make me feel like this.
Knight pushes the rest of the way, bottoming out as a deep, guttural moan pulls from my chest. “Oh God, Knight,” I pant, never feeling so full. My walls stretch around his impressive size, and with every slight flinch of his cock inside me, I fall to pieces.
“You feel that, doll?” he rumbles, his fingers digging into my hip as I clutch onto his arm, desperately needing to hold on. He inches back, making my body spasm before slamming back into me. “Nobody can fill you like I can.”
“Nobody,” I agree.
“And every time he takes this sweet little cunt,” he growls, pulling his hips back again, “he will know that he’ll never compare. Never make you come the way I can. Never take you this deep. Never make you shatter like I do.”
“Never.”
His lips return to my neck as his hips thrust deep, and I tip my head back, needing so much more. He gives me all of him, pushing me right to the edge, and when I reach down between us and roll my fingers over my clit, my hips jolt with raw, intense pleasure.
I grip his shoulder, my nails digging into his skin and leaving little crescent moons behind. “Knight,” I pant.
“I know, doll,” he grits through a clenched jaw. “I’ve got you.”
He pushes me to my limits, his thick cock massaging me from within, stretching and filling me in a way he never has before. My eyelids flutter, and I cry out, that familiar coil tightening until there’s nothing left to give.
“Oh God,” I groan, my body already starting to spasm.
“Let it go, Harper.”
