Page 119 of Brutal Knight

I’m so grateful that he’s still alive, still here with me. I’ll never forget how close I came to losing him.

I’ll never forget what it felt like to see him fall, to be dragged away from him as he lay bleeding. I won’t forget how much it hurt, how afraid I was that I’d never see him again. More than being apart, I was terrified he was gone for good. I was scared that even if I survived the kidnapping, I’d never see him again.

The emotions overwhelm me for a moment, and I bite my bottom lip.

He looks over at me, just a quick glance, but the warmth in his gaze is easy to pick out. He smiles, and it makes me fall in love with him even more.

“Don’t worry, gorgeous. We’re almost there.”

He winks, and I feel something rise inside me, some need. It’s more than just desire. It’s something else, driven by his smile and the way he always takes such perfect care of me.

I lean over the console as he drives and stroke him, pressing my hand against his pants and gripping his cock through the layers of fabric. There’s a growl in his chest, a rumble of response to my touch. I swear the sound vibrates in my bones as I keep working him.

“What are you doing?” he asks.

“What do you think?”

Letting my question hang in the air, I stroke him, then trail my hand down his thigh.

“You’re so fucking handsome, Connor,” I whisper. “The most handsome man I’ve ever met. Thebestman I’ve ever known.”

“Yeah?” he groans.

“Yeah.” I lick my lips. “Can I show you? Can I show you how much you turn me on?”

“Fuck yes, angel.”

I unzip his pants, turning in my seat. I pull the seat belt over my shoulder, readjusting myself. I’ve never done this before, but I can figure it out.

I lean down and pull his cock out, feeling its heat in my hand. I swirl my tongue around the head, waiting until I hear him groan. It sends a thrill through me, a shiver down my spine. I tease him slowly at first, putting my lips around just the tip and sliding my tongue down his shaft.

I do that for a while, always stopping just short of taking him all the way in my mouth. I want to draw it out as long as I can.

“Fucking hell.”

When he curses, I finally close my lips over his cock and slide down his shaft. The leather of the steering wheel creaks as his hands tighten on it. His cock is hot on my tongue, heavy and hard. He tastes perfect, salt and musk filling my senses.

“Jesus, Willow,” he groans. “You’re so fucking good at that. You drive me crazy.”

I never used to like giving blowjobs. I did it because it was expected, because Dmitri would grab my hair and shove me onto him. I did it because my father’s men could use my mouth, and it was the closest to what they wanted. It was awful.

That’s not what it’s like anymore.

This is just another way to show Connor how much I want him, how much I love him. He doesn’t force it on me, doesn’t ask for it. I give it because I want to, because I know I’m good at it and I want him to feel good.

I suck his cock while he drives and he curses, murmuring almost incoherent words under his breath.

“Goddammit. I wish I could watch you right now. Wish I could bend you over and fuck you. Your mouth is so hot. So wet. Can’t wait to be inside you.”

I pull off his cock and let my mouth pop. Connor growls, saying something I can’t quite hear. One of his hands tangles in my hair and pulls, just enough to send a thrill through me.

I dive onto him again, this time as far as I can go, almost gagging.

“Fuck! Oh fuuuck!”

His curse this time is almost a yell. I suck him hard, letting him hit the back of my throat as I move faster. I forget everything but the feeling of his cock in my mouth and my breathing as I work him harder.

I know I’m driving him crazy. I love it.

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