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His chuckle dry, he angled a look away, a fake out before his hand folded around my throat. He squeezed ever so slightly, making it so hard to breath.
“You’re strangling me.” More so panic than his actual hand, more so fear than anything else and the madness in his eyes I’d seen too many times before. This guy was seriously crazy, mental, and here I was stuck in a room with him. I reached back for the door, trying to turn the knob, and his hand found mine.
He pulled it away, my lips trembling.
“I’ll scream.”
“And I dare you.” His lips came closer, his knee raising and pressing against the heat between my legs. I gasped, and his smile widened, his fingers tipping down my chin. “This turning you on, dove?” he asked me, hovering his nose over my cheek. “Turning you on like it is me.”
He pressed his big body against me for emphasis, his cock rock hard against my tummy, and my belly jumped. He was hard for me, steel and getting off on this.
My eyes watered. “You’re sick.”
“Am I?” His knee pulsed my mound again, his thumb tapping my throat. Reaching, he grabbed hold of my thigh and curled it around his hip, his knee rubbing friction against my pussy lips. “So what does that make you since you’re riding my damn knee?”
I wasn’t. At least, I thought I wasn’t. I honestly didn’t have too much experience with this, a man making me do this. His knee between my legs did feel good, though, hence more of that confusion in my head. Hell, we were both messed up. Completely—fucked.
I gripped his arms, pulling. “Let go of me.”
“Not until you tell me why you decided to do something stupid. I told you to keep your mouth shut about the other night.”
The fact that he did know about my visit to see my stepdad told me he had been watching me. He had been stalking me or at least had someone tailing me. I swallowed. “I didn’t. My stepdad Ben is campus police. I told you he and my mom work here on campus.”
“Not helping your case, Greer.” His hand replaced his knee, and before I knew it, he was gripping my pussy.
I called out, my mound rubbing his hand. I couldn’t stop it. It felt good…
And damn did he know it.
He grinned at me, his tongue wetting his lips as his hand went from a grip to a pinch. He pinched my lips with three digits, his handsome smirk one of the devil.
“I like you like this,” he said, his voice husky and aroused. “Submitting to me. Knowing your place.” He honed in, his mouth covering my ear. “Just wait until I have my dick in you.”
“Dream on.” I said the words, but they proved to be just as rough and aroused as his own. I loved his hands on me, loved how hard and rough they were. They matched who he was to the nines.
Fuck, I really am fucked up.
I closed my eyes as he pinched my earlobe between his teeth, tugging just once. “So how much does dear old stepdad know? I told you. I own them all.”
The Reeds sure did, and tonight had proved that when I’d gone over there. I’d barely mentioned Knight and his grandpa and my stepdad was telling me about them. I gripped his wrist, hand still around my throat. “He doesn’t know anything.”
“Don’t lie to me, Greer.”
“I’m not. I swear. My mom and I just took him dinner tonight. We usually do it every week.”
“And what does she know?” His gaze panned and found me. Using my neck, he forced my head back to touch the door. “What have you told her?”
“Nothing.” True fear this time, yes, at threatening Ben but even more at my mom. She wasn’t a part of this, neither of them having anything to do with this. I shook my head. “She doesn’t know anything. I swear.”
“Swear to who, Greer?” he asked, his hand reaching up and unhooking one of my bib straps. I didn’t wear shortalls today, but a romper. The strap falling before he went to the other. “Swear to me.”
He unfastened that one too, a tug and the material fell down to my ankles. His hand reached between my legs again. Pinching me hard through my underwear.
“Knight, stop.” But I didn’t want him to stop, my arms hooking around and bracing his big back. I rode his hand and wasn’t even reluctant about it. I wanted his touch, to feel him pulsating inside me.
His nose ran down my neck as he did, and letting go of my throat, h
e braced my hip. “Want me to make you come, Greer?” he asked me, his voice velvet and gravelly. “Want me to show this pussy who’s in charge?”
