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Then he stops. That warmth gone.

“Agh! Knight!” My body convulses slightly, not enough to shake off from an orgasm, but enough for it to be a tantrum that it didn’t get one.

He laughs darkly and I swear it leaves bite marks all over my exposed flesh. “You’re too fucking easy.”

My jaw tightens. I hate that I’m at his mercy and he’s enjoying it, but at the same time heat swims deep in my chest at the thought of him being here. With me. Doing stupid shit that we shouldn’t be doing.

The belt around my throat tightens again and my smile falls. His cock rests against my pussy and my body reaches for him slightly, even though I don’t want it to. Fuck my life. He must wrap the belt around his wrist before tugging on it roughly just as the brightness from the room burns the retinas in my eyes. I blink a few times, allowing myself to adjust back to the ambient lighting when I see him above me, his hair falling over his forehead slightly and his lips swollen and glistening from my pleasure.

Damn. He looks really hot right now.

He looks down between our naked bodies, leaving his hand on the grip of that damn belt. “Kind of wanna record this to save it in my memory bank.”

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

He doesn’t look back up at me but I see the corner of his mouth curl up in a grin just as the tip of his cock presses against my entrance. My body tightens around him as he forces himself deeper and deeper inside.

“Oh—”

He tugs on the belt roughly as his other hand slams over my mouth right as his pelvis slams against my ass as he buries himself inside. “Fuck, London. I swear to fucking Satan that I’m going to fucking tear you apart and put you back together exactly as I want you to be. Without mentioning his name.”

My body pulses around him as he withdraws slightly, moving his hand from my mouth. He looks down over me, brushing his lips over mine before running the tip of his nose over the side of my jaw. “Kind of wanna bite you.”

“Do it,” I moan, riding against his movements.

The crowns of his teeth find the side of my throat as he slowly sinks them into my skin.

“Release my hands.”

“No.” He growls against the wound on my neck. His tongue slides over the dampness as he continues to move inside of me.

“Please?”

He smiles against my skin. “Good girl.”

The cool ropes release my wrists and I finally bring my hands to his back, scraping my nails down his shoulders. A deep growl vibrates from his chest and I draw closer, like a moth to a flame. I wince when I feel the size of him continue to stretch me out, but the tingles burn through my fingertips and heat me from the inside out. My nipples tighten as he picks up speed.

His hand that was on the buckle of the belt comes to my jaw, where he bit into me. He forces my face up to his, resting his forehead on mine. “I fucking hate you.”

“Ditto!” I mean for it to come out harsh, but it leaves my mouth breathlessly.

He squeezes tightly around my jaw until I’m sure it’s about to crack. Just as I’m about to pull away, afraid he may take it too far, I stumble over the cliff I ran up to chase my orgasm and my body jerks through the burning sensation that rips through me.

He pulls out just in time, until hot liquid spits over my belly. I don’t even bother to ask him to put me back down onto the ground from whatever levitation he has me floating, when he swipes his hand through his cum and brings his thumb to my lips. “Mmm. Taste familiar to you?”

I wrap my lips around his thumb and suck him off. “I don’t know. Maybe I should go taste someone else to double-check?” The air between me and the ground disappears and my back hits the hard ice in an instant. “Ouch!” I laugh through the pain, rolling to the side and reaching for my discarded clothes. He’s too quick when he swipes them away from me and tosses me his shirt instead.

“Aw. You’re so mad at me that you give me your shirt?” I bat my lashes up at him even though I know he’s seconds away from fucking my shit all the way up.

Forcing me into his arms with the belt that’s still around my neck, he laughs against my lips. “Would you rather not have one at all? Because I mean, we can do that?” I don’t even see the portal when he shoves us both through.

Asshole.

Twenty-Seven

Knight

She’s spent, lying naked on her back in the center of the bed. My bed.

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