Page 48 of Pride: Kneel Before None

Balled up hands landed pitiful strikes against my bare chest as she yelled at me. “You’re an arrogant piece of shit!”

Clenching my teeth, I released her neck only to gather her wrists in my hands to prevent further assault. Wouldn’t want her hurting herself.

“Little Spade.” My warning lay heavy on my tongue. “That’s not very nice to the man who is willing to wage war on every threat in this fucked up city for you.”

Still trying to free herself, she snarled at me. “You’re just pissed because you know that even if you did fuck me, I wouldn’t call your name even if you paid me!”

Bold claim. But I was bolder. Give me a challenge, and I’d exceed expectations simply out of spite.

Growling with anticipation, I walked her back until her knees met the edge of the bed. One firm shove, and she landed on the mattress with a slight bounce.

In one heartbeat, I found myself on top of her, covering her beneath the full span of my body without forcing all my weight onto her.

Before any protests could take shape, my lips sealed onto hers with a nearly bruising force. The bare steel of my dick ground against her, not caring about anything but the primal need she stirred up in me.

But our mouths locked onto each other wasn’t enough. I needed to taste more of her. One aggressive grind of my hips against hers, and those pink glossed lips opened up for me. My tongue wasted no time sweeping inside hers, conquering the space like I owned it. Because right now, I did.

She was mine. Not just because she was marked, but because she would be claimed.

Eve’s body writhed beneath me. The battle with her own desires clashed with the unknown, evidenced in the way she arched up into me, then melted back into the mattress. The needy whimpers into my mouth only drove me to taste her deeper, ignoring the scraping of our teeth.

After an eternity, I finally tore my mouth from hers, only to leave a hot trail of kisses along her throat while my hands pinned her wrists down on either side of her head. We panted for much-needed air after the kiss that consumed us both.

Dragging my teeth down the column of her throat, I encountered my first obstacle.

The thin straps of her dress snapped with barely any force when I tugged at them with my teeth.

One problem fucking solved.

My dick throbbed, feeling the heat of her beneath the dress and panties. Her scent heightened all my senses—the sounds she made were louder, her body responding to mine felt sweeter, and seeing every reaction in real time was fucking beautiful. There was no longer a need to rely on the haze of a vision to leave me fabricating fantasies to fill in the unforeseen gaps.

Releasing one of her wrists, I gripped her chin to tilt her face up at me. I wanted her to feel the weight of my words.

“Eve, you’re going to scream my name.” My thumb smeared our combined saliva across her bottom lip. “You’re going to drench my cock while you do it. If you’re a good girl, you’ll never feel anything better. If not, I’ll fuck you straight into next week until you do.”

No threats here, just promises of ruinous ecstasy.

This wouldn’t be easy for her, but nothing in hell worthwhile was.

I kissed her again, this time slower. Let her get drawn into something that steadied her heartbeat. Allowed her to get lost in a sea of tenderness I rarely showed—the calm before the storm she was about to weather.

The dress became a victim of my impatience to experience all of her body. Seams creaked under the pressure until the dress cleared her hips. I’d already tasted her with my tongue; I wanted to savor her with my cock.

Eve’s body was surrounded by a halo of light blue light from the colored bulbs in the ceiling shining down on the onyx sheets. A true demoness if I ever saw one. The curves of her figure turned all rational thought into insatiable lust and unparalleled greed. It started with the swell of her breasts which were the perfect handful, to the dip of her waist, and trailed down to the slender line of her stomach leading right to her pussy glistening with arousal.

Fuck. Suddenly, all the times I had jacked off to her vision felt inadequate by comparison to living and breathing in this moment.

Her legs rubbed together, the branded spade vivid against the pale, creamy expanse of her thighs.

My hands skimmed over her hips until they found purchase just above her knees, splitting them apart with ease for me to settle between them.

“You see me, Eve? You see what you fucking do to my cock?”

Timeless didn’t even begin to describe the look on her face when she stared at me properly, her pupils blown wide with awe, apprehension, and lust in their most essential forms.

I gripped myself at the base, taking my time stroking the length I’d be impaling her on soon enough. My thumb swept over the bead of precum gathered at the swollen crown, drawing attention to its unusually subtle point.

The size of my dick had intimidated more than a few girls at Caz’s sex club, but fear never prevented them from crawling back for more. Veins bulged thick with hellfire pulsing relentlessly along the shaft, my knighthood’s power glowing beneath the surface. Raw with energy, it warmed every cunt, ass, and mouth from the inside out.