Unfinished Hero 01 Knight (26 page)

Oh God. I liked that.

Scary, crazy,
hot
.

My neck arched back and I moaned against his cock.

“No,” he growled. “Gonna fuck your face, baby.”

Oh God!

He held my head back by my hair and he did just that.

And, God, oh my God, I loved every stroke.

He gave it to me and I took it. Slow, faster, harder, Knight using my hair to pull me to him as he thrust into me. When I was moaning, using everything I had to suck as he thrust and keep my fingers from moving between my legs, he slid out.

“Cheek to the mattress,” he commanded and I went down.

The bed moved.

Then Knight punished me.

Sharp, hard, stinging, I winced and flinched and gasped and only vaguely noticed his hand never came down in the same place twice.

Then he stopped and rubbed between my legs, hard, deep.

Then back to my bottom, again, again. The pain radiating down my thighs, tingling between my legs. My mouth was open but no sound came out because I’d lifted my fist to press it to it. My other hand clenched the comforter.

Then back between my legs, finger hitting my clit, rolling, working me until I whimpered. Then it slid away and he was at my ass, the sound of his palm striking against my skin filling the room.

Then his fingers curled into my shorts and panties and yanked them down sharply, they rounded my knees then they were whisked away.

“Up on just your knees, Anya,” he ordered and I pushed up, breathing heavily and felt his hand at my belly, sliding down, curling in, cupping me as I felt his lips move to my ear. His middle finger sliding through the wet, he whispered, “Baby’s soaked. Dripping. Daddy’s gonna eat you now. You’re gonna come on my face. You gotta grind down, baby, you do it. Take all you can get from my mouth. Right?”

“Right,” I breathed.

“Right?” he repeated, his hand cupping my sex drawing up slightly.

Oh
God.

Scary.

Crazy.

Hot.

“Right, Daddy.”

“That’s it, baby. Stay still, Daddy’ll take you.”

Then he did, positioning under me, his hands came to my hips and he pulled me down to his face.

Then he started eating me.

I was so ready, I instantly ground into him rocking.

One of his hands left my hip and wrapped around his cock. I knew it, partially watched it through the dark, heard it and felt his groans and growls between my legs as the pads of the fingers his other hand dug into me.

I kept grinding down into his mouth, moving, shifting rocking and it took no time at all before I came. Not hard.
Excruciating
. It rocked me so deep, I cried out and couldn’t hold myself up. I went forward, hands in the bed by Knight’s waist.

His hand at my hip kept yanking me down as he kept at me and himself. I panted, still rocking, still coming, my eyes glued to his shadowed fist working his cock then I came again. He kept at me and I watched the shadow of his hand moving on his cock and I came
again
.

Oh God, had anyone died from too many orgasms?

“Honey,” I rasped.

His hand yanked me down hard, he sucked deep, God, so deep. Then he growled and I came again as he did too.

He lapped at me and stroked himself lazily as we both came down then his head turned, he kissed the inside of my thigh and he muttered, “Climb off me, baby. Go get me a wet cloth.”

I did as I was told, reaching for my pajamas when my feet hit the floor at the side of the bed and his voice came back at me.

“No clothes, Anya.”

I looked to his shadowy form lounging on a forearm in the bed, nodded then did as I was told but did it naked.

When I came back, Knight was sitting with shoulders to the headboard, knees up and my sex spasmed at the sight, he was so damned sexy, even in shadow.

“Crawl up from the bottom, baby, want you between my legs as you clean me.”

Again, I moved as instructed and did what I was told.

When I was done, I got, “Take that to the bathroom then come back to me.”

I nodded and carried out my order, coming back to a Knight who hadn’t moved.

“Crawl up from the bottom again, Anya.”

I crawled up the bed and as I did it, the thought came to me. I didn’t know if I should, if I was even allowed. But I did it anyway.

So when I got to him, I moved between his legs but stopped, bent and kissed his flat abs. Then I moved up and stopped to kiss his chest. Then up his body until my face was to his neck and I kissed him there, smelling his cologne.

I knew my decision was right when his arms closed around me and his thighs pressed in, imprisoning me.

“My baby, so fuckin’ sweet,” he muttered.

I rested my head on his shoulder.

One of his arms shifted down and his hand cupped one of the cheeks of my behind gently.

“It hurt?” he whispered.

“Tender,” I whispered back.

“First time, I went gentle.”

Oh God.
That
was gentle?

“You fuck up that big again, Anya, you’ll be callin’ off work and spendin’ a week in my bed to recover.”

“Knight –”

His arms gave me a squeeze.

“Came hard, feel good, do not piss me off.”

I fell silent.

“You learn your lesson?”

I hoped so.

I nodded against his shoulder.

His arms gave me a squeeze as his fingers at my behind dug in gently.

Then he said quietly, “I believe you but I wanna make it clear. Shit might go down between us that’ll make this go bad. You don’t leave until we both know there’s nothin’ we can do to retrieve what we had. And if you believe that and I disagree, then you
talk to me
before you leave me. You might hear fucked up shit about me from a variety of sources. But you
talk to me
before you react. I will confirm or deny, I will be honest and last, I will explain. If it’s shit I don’t want you to know yet, I’ll explain that too and you’ll wait until I’m ready. You feel you can’t, then, babe, you still fuckin’
talk… to… me
before you leave me.”

I nodded against his shoulder again.

Knight kept talking.

“You can believe about ten percent of anything that comes outta Nick’s mouth. This will not be somethin’ you need to concern yourself with because you will never see him again. If the impossible happens and you do, I don’t care if you’re walkin’ down the street, he’s across the street from you and a half block up, you fuckin’ call me. Get me?”

Another nod.

More from Knight.

“I do not give charity fucks. I don’t know what he said to you but honest to Christ, I don’t even know what that
is.
Bottom line, no one, Anya and when I say that,” his arms and hand gave me another squeeze, “I mean
no one
has had my time, my attention and my cock the way you do. And you don’t have those because you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. You have that because you’re everything that’s you. Somethin’ in you made it easy to believe the bullshit Nick fed you. We gotta work that out, babe, and with that project, I’m all in. But there is no… fuckin’…
way
a woman like you, not just one who looks like you, but a
woman like you
should ever think in a million fuckin’ years she’s a charity case. You need to understand, baby, that in this scenario right here in this bed no matter whose ass is tender, I’m the lucky one. You with me?”

At the word “lucky” my head jerked up and I stared at his shadowed face.

“What?” I breathed.

“You aren’t with me,” he muttered.

“Are you serious?”

“Are you comfortable with the fact that my boys roughed up your landlord?”

My body stilled and I whispered, “Honey –”

“Answer me, babe, are you comfortable with that?”

“Can we –?”

His hand came to my jaw and his arm around me got tight, pulling me closer and he whispered, “Anya, babe, answer me.”

“No,” I blurted.

“But you’re settin’ it aside because you’re drawn to me and I’m makin’ you happy,” he surmised.

“Yes.”

“Then babe, I’m the lucky one because with you, I’m not settin’ shit aside. And with me, I think you already get without really knowin’ that you always will.”

My hand slid up his chest and I whispered, “Honey, let’s not talk about this.”

“Bury your head, baby, please, God, do it. But straight up, you give me good, normal and clean and you do it knowin’ you’ll never get that back. I’ll take that. Fuck, yeah, I’ll take that. But I’ll only take it knowin’ somewhere inside you, you get what you’re givin’ to me and you understand it’ll never be returned.”

“You’re scaring me again, Knight.”

“Enough to ask me to leave?”

“No,” I whispered and his hand clenched my jaw.

“Christ, my baby,” he whispered.

I didn’t want to talk about this anymore so I changed the subject.

“I’m sorry I believed Nick,” I said softly.

“You believin’ him didn’t say shit about me. It said shit about how you feel about you. We’ll work on that.”

God, he was scary, scary sweet and I was thinking scary smart too.

“Bet I bought myself a bad girl,” he muttered and I blinked.

“Pardon?”

“Baby, how many times did you come on my face?”

I bit my lip.

Then I shared quietly, “I lost track.”

Knight burst out laughing, both is arms closing tight around me as he shifted us down in bed and rolled me to my back, him at my side.

When he stopped laughing, his hand slid up to curl around my neck, palm at my throat.

“You gonna be a bad girl?” he whispered.

“I haven’t decided,” I whispered back and his hand spasmed.

Then he asked, sounding appalled, “I hurt you?”

“Uh… yeah, Knight. You spanked me.”

“Too hard?”

“Um…”

“That you couldn’t stand the pain, Anya, that it didn’t feel good even as it felt bad. That kinda too hard, babe. I didn’t get that from you, not even close. When I was done, you were soaked.”

“Well that’s because, um… the answer’s no. If that’s too hard then it wasn’t. Not even close.”

His hand relaxed as did his body.

God, how could this guy have just spanked me, my bottom still felt warm and tender and yet at the same time he was unbelievably sweet?

“We need a safe word,” he muttered.

“Probably,” I muttered back.

“No, babe, we do. We should have worked that out before but I’ve been goin’ easy on you, payin’ attention, not pushin’ too hard. Didn’t think we’d be here this quick. I’ll think about it, give it to you before I take you again.”

Easy on me.

Something, maybe, to look forward to.

“Okay,” I said softly.

At my word, he gave me a squeeze before he shifted, yanking the covers out from under us, flicking them over us then settling onto his back. He rolled me and tucked me into his side.

Then he ordered, “Sleep, baby.”

“Okay, Knight.”

I settled in. Knight’s arm around me drew me closer then relaxed. My arm snaked across his flat belly, curled around and I held on.

Then I called, “Knight?”

“Yeah, babe.”

I bit my lip.

“Babe?”

I stopped biting my lip.

Then I whispered, “Uh… you should probably prepare for me being bad, um… occasionally.”

Knight went still for a moment before both his arms locked around me tight and he burst out laughing.

* * * * *

I turned the corner to Knight’s study.

Nick was crouched at the safe. It was open. He was rifling through it.

I opened my mouth to say something when his head turned to me.

Then he surged out of his crouch, flying through the air toward me, his entire head had changed from Nick to a wide, gaping mouth filled with rows and rows of sharp, lethal teeth.

* * * * *

I jerked awake and, still held close to Knight’s side but still half asleep and feeling his arm around me as a prison, I yanked away from it on a roll.

“What the fuck, babe?” His drowsy, deep, rough voice came at me and I froze.

Torso up and on my ass in the bed, I lifted my knees, soles of my feet to the bed and put my elbows to them, head to my hands and took in a deep breath.

Knight’s hand curled around my wrist.

“Anya?” he said softly.

“Bad dream,” I whispered.

“Jesus, it’d have to be,” he muttered, pulling gently at my wrist but my head came up. My hand dropped to the bed taking his with it and I looked to his shadowy head.