Page 148 of Fighting Mr. Knight

My arms hang awkwardly by my side. I want to reach out so badly and wrap my arms around his shoulders just to feel his warm skin but I don’t.

“I need you,” I say softly. “Don’t reject me.”

His hand comes to an abrupt halt on my knee, and he stares at my leg.

When he finally looks up, his eyes are void of any warmth. “What do you need?”

I need him to look at me the way he used to, like I’m the most important person in his world.

Because the way he is looking at me right now is breaking my fucking heart.

“You.” Tentatively, I run my hands through his hair. “Please, Jack.”

He winces as if I struck him and rises from the ground to tower over me so that I’m eye level with his broad chest, glistening with sweat from boxing.

“You want it?” he snarls. “Fucking take it.”

My eyes grow like saucers. Is he serious?

He rips his gym shorts down and steps out of them, spreading his legs wide. He fists his cock in his hands and it rises against his stomach.

I search his eyes, begging for him to grin at me and tell me how much he loves me. Tell me that everything is going to be okay.

Nothing.

Swallowing my nerves, I place my palms on his chest. His heart is beating fast, surely that must mean he cares?

My fingers trail down his pecs and lower stomach to his perfect V. His muscles tense but he doesn’t stop me. I take that as a good sign because I’m desperate. Not for sex. For him. Just to touch him. To be held by him. To have all of him again.

His dark eyes dilate as I wrap my fingers around his thick length, feeling him pulse against my hand.

He might not forgive me, but he wants me. At least I still have that.

This ismine. I can’t lose it. I can’t read in the papers that he’s been with other women.

I can’t losehim.

He doesn’t touch me back. A muscle in his jaw flexes as I tighten possessively around his cock and as his eyes blaze down on mine, I’ve no clue what’s going on behind that fire.

I tilt my head up to kiss him but instead he grabs me by the hips and flips me around until I’m tight to his chest, his hardened cock pressing against my running shorts.

“Take’ em off.”

His gruff voice sends shivers down my spine. This isn’t how I wanted him but it’s the only way I’ll have him so I bend down and pull my shorts and pants down past my legs, gingerly stepping out of them.

He doesn’t bother to wait for me to take off my top.

Giving me no time to warm up, he lifts my hips and thrusts hard inside me, grunting.

I cry out and fall forward as he stretches me.

“Open wider.”

His legs nudge my thighs impatiently so he can force his cock deeper.

I suck in a breath and do as I’m told.

“Is this what you wanted?” he growls from behind me, holding my hips in place as he drives himself deep over and over again. “My cock buried inside you?”

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