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I want you…
That last part ricochets off the walls of my mind, rumbling down to the soles of my feet. It’s like he’s check-mating me again but in a different way.
“I assume you wouldn’t want to be in breach of our contract now, would you?” He adds. “We all know what happens if you are.”
Those harsh words pull me from the reverie of hearing he wants me.
What an absolute asshole.He wouldn’t really do that.Would he?
And what a fucking threat. Using my father against me to get me naked. It’s so low, so dark, and so like Hades.
Every time I question the extent of his villainous mind, I get an affirmative answer that Knight Grayson is just as despicable as I imagine him to be. And more.
“Fine.” I sound as if I’ve just agreed to go to the gallows and chop off my own head, yet, at the confirmation of what I’m about to do, my traitorous body betrays me all over again.
A secret voice inside my core whispers tempting desire, taunting me that I want this. I try to push it away, but it returns with company.
My mouth is watering at the thought of getting to taste him, and my pulse is throbbing at the scandalous image of me sitting on his face while he eats me out.
I’ve never even done that before.
What will it feel like to have him do that to me?
And… what else will we do?
What else wouldIwant him to do?
God, I really should have said good night when I had the chance. I still lost anyway. If I’d left the devil when I could, at least I’d still have my dignity. All I would have needed to do is reconvene a new plan to negotiate.
I would have saved myself this.
“Clothes off, now, mon cherie.” Like flames, his gaze flicks over me, scorching everywhere his eyes touch. “Or would you like me to do it for you? Just say.”
“No.” I look away, my eyes dropping to the faded square patterns on the marble floor. I wish I could disappear into them as I flick the straps of my dress down.
I pull the zipper on the side down next, trying to steady the tremble in my hands.
Knight’s heated gaze hasn’t left me. Not even for a second. Neither has the maddening lust curling in the pit of my belly.
With the zipper down, my dress floats to the floor, pooling at my feet. All that’s left on me is my strapless bra, thong, and my heels.
“Keep going. When I say naked, I mean naked.” His voice is deeper, more accented and huskier.
I undo my bra and allow it to join my dress on the floor, then I bend to take off my panties, my breasts bobbling, my skin tingling.
My heels are the last to come off, and I step down onto the cold floor, allowing the coolness to balance the heat flowing through me.
Finally, I meet Knight’s gaze, and the air in my lungs stills when I take in the feral look in his eyes. There’s something about seeing him looking at me like that that freezes me in place.
The rawness sends a shudder through me, and I fear that I might shatter as his gaze continues roaming my naked body like a nomad searching for a home.
I can’t imagine the countless women who would have dropped their panties effortlessly for this man. Ones he wanted and others he might have used to pass the time. Yet the look he’s giving me now makes me feel like I’m the only woman he’s ever seen like this. And wanted. I could almost, almost believe it.
He stands, steps around the table, and moves toward me, his height making me feel as if I’ve suddenly shrunk.
He walks around me, studying every inch of my body, fueling the fire flowing through my veins. It’s nothing short of a miracle that I haven’t combusted into a pile of ash.
Knight stops in front of me and inches as close as we were earlier when we were kissing. “On your knees, Goddess, now.”
