AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I smile, shaking my head. All this pain, all the lies and games, and in the end, my father still wins, but . . .
I get my Knight.
“I choose you.” The three words linger in the air. Nothing else in this room matters. Not the agreement, not my father’s overbearing words on the page, and not even the dead body I’m certain Seth has already cleaned up while we’ve been up here.
The wetness on my cheeks burns as the tears trickle down to my chin, dripping onto my chest, and I feel the dampness seep in, soaking the material. Lance’s hands cup my face just like he did all those years ago on my seventeenth birthday when he stole a kiss.
“I choose you,” I repeat the words before his mouth seals along mine, his lips burning emotion through a mere kiss, and I whimper into the connection.
“And I choose you.” He smiles down at me, giving me a heated stare that makes every inch of my body needy for him. “And right now,” He peppers kisses on my cheeks, down the column of my neck until he reaches my chest. “I’m going to show you just how much I love you.”
His hands drop to my ass, lifting me as if I weigh nothing at all. A knock at the door stills him, but when Seth’s voice filters through the thick wooden door telling us everything has been cleaned up and the body disposed of Lance smirks.
“How long till they arrive back?” he questions Seth, who’s at the doorway now, the door ajar, and his face peeking through the space.
“You have an hour,” Seth informs us with a wolfish smirk.
“Wait in the SUV. There’s something I need to show my baby girl,” he growls.
Seth sighs, rolling his eyes, when he utters, “Can you two get a room?”
“Get the fuck out before I kill you,” Lance bites out playfully at Seth. Once we’re alone again, he tugs my sweatpants down my legs, leaving me in a pair of panties. “Open your legs,” he orders, and I do, perching my ass on the edge of the desk. Lance drops to his knees. Pulling the material to the side, he leans in, as his tongue darts out to lap at me. “Fuck.”
“Lance,” I whimper, my hips rising toward his face, not caring if someone can hear us because the moment two of his fingers enter me, I’m lost to pleasure. He sucks my clit into his mouth. Pumping his fingers in and out slowly, he crooks both digits against the spot inside that has my body trembling.
From the position on his knees, he looks like a man praying for salvation — a dangerous, bad man with a penchant for a girl who almost married God. His mouth works me along with his fingers, and it doesn’t take long to feel the tightening in my lower belly.
I’m so close to the edge, so fucking close when Lance rises, stopping all movement. His dark gaze burns into me, searing me, as he tugs his belt free. The hiss of his zipper echoes around us, and the shuffle of his jeans and boxer briefs are next.
“Right here?” He nods. His hand grip
ping the thick shaft as he watches me, tipping his head to the side. A predator watching his prey. I lean back, settling my feet on the edge of the desk as I lie back.
“You’re perfect,” he grunts as he teases me while holding the material aside so he can run the tip of his cock up and down my slick body. “This.” He pushes the glistening blunt head into me, easing deeper. “Is mine.” There’s no denying it, there’s no arguing, because in the next second, he steals my breath as he plunges all the way into me, and I’m crying out his name over and over again.
Lance doesn’t stop, and he doesn’t slow down. He fucks me. He owns me. He makes sure that the moment we step out of this office, every man, every fucking animal outside the windows knows I’m his.
He pulls back, his body trembling with need, and I know he’s holding on to barely there restraint. But I don’t want him to do that. I want all of him.
“Do it. Don’t hold back with me, Lance. Give me everything,” I plead when he inches into me so slowly my toes curl. The tip of his cock rubbing against that spot inside me, again and again.
“I won’t be gentle, baby girl.”
“Give it to me brutal, Lance. I need it.” My words earn me a positively sinful smirk. It’s pure lust. It’s filled with dark promises. It’s filthy. And I crave it. His hand reaches for my neck, holding onto me. His other hand grips my hip painfully. And that’s when he unleashes the beast.
His hips slam into me, skin slapping as he turns my body inside out for him. I tighten. I pulse. I’m so wet the sounds of our arousal echo around us, but I’m not shy or embarrassed. I’ve never been more turned on. He rams deep into me, hitting my cervix, and the pain and pleasure rocket through me as he takes my breath with the harsh grip on my neck and the way his cock thickens, stretching me.
“Come on my dick, baby girl. I want your juices all over my fucking cock.” His words are pure filth, but it sends me over the edge when he reaches for my clit and circles the little nub, and I can no longer hold onto euphoria.
Epilogue
Lance
Stalking into Arthur’s office, I find the man himself settled behind his foreboding desk. He smiles when he sees me, but I’m done playing games. My life and Giuliana’s are no longer part of his twisted plans.
“I didn’t expect to see you up and about so soon,” he tells me, motioning for me to take a seat. I don’t.
“We’re done. I did what you asked,” I tell him without so much as an inflection of fear in my tone. When I was younger, I wanted his approval, I did everything he asked because I craved acceptance from the man who raised me to be a soldier, but I’m not his pawn anymore.
