Page 110 of Brutal Knight

I’m curled up on the large comfy chair in Connor’s office when I hear him come home. I look up, already anticipating the sight of him as the front door closes and his footsteps ring out on the hardwood floor.

As he steps into the room, an unconscious, automatic smile spreads across my face, and an answering one tugs at his lips.

“Well,” he drawls, crossing his arms and leaning in the door frame. “Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.”

I grin, looking down at myself. I’m not wearing anything special, just a pair of panties and one of Connor’s shirts, which is almost like a tunic on me. But the way he’s gazing at me makes me feel like a fucking goddess. A supermodel.

“This is just how I expected to find you,” he says, prowling into the room like a stalking cat. “Just where I expected you to be. But damn, it’s even better than I imagined. You’re fucking gorgeous.”

He reaches me, bracing his hands on the arms of the chair and leaning down to kiss me. I set aside the papers I was holding and reach up to cup the back of his neck with one hand, sliding my fingers through his hair.

He smells so good, familiar and comforting and arousing all at once, and I sweep my tongue into his mouth, eliciting a low groan.

“I want to fuck you,” he murmurs in a husky voice. “I’ve been thinking about it the whole way home. About how tight and warm you’ll be around my cock. About the sounds you’ll make.”

“Connor…” I whimper his name, already turned on just by the things he’s describing.

He pulls back, a wicked gleam in his eyes. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” I reply immediately.

“Good. Because before I fuck you, I’m going to edge you.”

My stomach flutters, and I bite my lower lip, tasting him on my skin. “What does that mean?”

“It means I’m going to work you up, get you so close to coming that you’re desperate for it, but I won’t let you come until I say so. Do you want that?”

The fluttering in my stomach intensifies. Part of me isn’t sure what he’s describing is even possible. I went from thinking I was broken, unable to feel sexual pleasure, to being so keyed in to everything Connor does to me that he can make me come with barely more than a touch.

And yet he’s somehow going tokeepme from climaxing until he’s ready?

But I wasn’t lying. I do trust him. I know that not only will he never hurt me, he’ll do everything he can to bring me pleasure. To make me happy and to take care of me.

So I nod, holding his gaze. “Yes. I want that. I want whatever you do to me.”

“Good answer, pretty girl,” he says, his voice gruff as he leans in to kiss me again.

Our lips move together, our tongues slanting against each other for a long moment, and somewhere in the middle of the kiss, his hands find my legs. He hooks my knees and tugs me toward the edge of the chair, setting my feet down on the floor before gripping my thighs and spreading them open. As cool air rushes between my legs, I can feel that my panties are already a little damp.

“I can smell you,” he whispers, trailing his lips down my neck as he unbuttons my borrowed shirt and pushes it off my shoulders. “And now I want to taste you.”

His lips work their way all the way down my body, trailing between my breasts as he tweaks and pinches my nipples with his calloused fingertips.

When he reaches the spot between my legs, he presses his mouth to the damp fabric that covers my pussy and sucks on the fabric, making me moan as my clit throbs. Then he hooks the waistband of my panties and drags them down my legs, his hot breath hitting the flushed skin of my wet folds.

“You have to tell me when you’re close,” he instructs. “I’ll probably be able to tell. You’re so fucking responsive, so easy to read when you give yourself over to me. But you need to tell me if you get too close, and I’ll back off.”

“What if I don’t?” I ask, one corner of my lips quirking up in a teasing smile. “What if I just let you make me come?”

Connor glances up at me through his lashes, possessive hunger in his eyes.

“Well, then I’d have to punish you for being a bad girl and coming without permission, wouldn’t I?”

There’s a threat in his voice, but unlike the kinds of threats Dmitri used to make, this one just makes my heart flutter with excitement and anticipation. Another rush of arousal shoots through me, and I nod.

“I’ll be good,” I whisper. “I want to come when you say. I’ll wait.”

“Fuck, I love you,” he groans. He’s kneeling between my legs, but he lifts his head quickly to press a hard kiss to my lips before dropping his focus back to my bare pussy.

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