Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73724 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73724 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
“Christ,” he growls against my mouth, then finally, he tugs my panties out of the way, and his thumb presses hard against my achy clit.
“Yes,” I gasp against his lips, my hips moving faster and faster while I grip the waistband of his pants for dear life, my other arm is wrapped around his neck. “Link.”
When he starts to slowly push his middle finger inside me, my eyes open and lock with his. As he keeps going deeper, I’m able to rub my clit against his palm.
Every muscle in my body tightens, but what pushes me over the edge is the dark desire in Knight’s eyes. It looks filthy and ravenous, and as my orgasm hits and my features tighten, his expression only darkens more.
His jaw clenches, and a muscle starts to twitch in his cheek, which I find incredibly attractive.
It feels like I’m being zapped by pleasure, my body so tense it trembles.
As I start coming down from my high, Knight pulls his hand from between my legs. When I see the red tinge on his finger, my eyes dart to his, but before I can ask if he’s taken my virginity, he sucks his finger into his mouth.
My eyebrows lift, and intense heat flushes my core at the sight.
“You taste like pure fucking innocence,” he murmurs, his voice hoarse.
I slam my mouth to his while my fingers work to unbutton his cargo pants. As I pull down the zipper, Knight lifts his hips so I’m able to tug the fabric of his pants and boxers down his legs. I make quick work of taking off his boots.
My eyes latch onto his large erection that looks painfully hard. I’ve tried watching porn before, and he’s much bigger than the ones I saw.
When I climb onto his lap again and I reach for his shirt, his hand darts out to cover mine, and he shakes his head.
A questioning look forms on my face. “Why?”
“You won’t like what you see.”
What?
“Never,” I whisper, giving him a pleading look.
He hesitates for a moment before he lets go of my hand, and I brace myself. No matter what I see, this man is perfect.
I lift the fabric, and at first, all I see is his sculptured six-pack and the hard lines carved into his hips.
“I definitely like what I see,” I mumble while moving faster and tugging the fabric up and over his head.
Only then do I see the tens, if not hundreds, of tiny cut marks all over his chest. All of them no bigger than half an inch.
I bring my hand to his skin and brush my fingertips over the ridges of the cuts while whispering, “What happened?”
His features are drawn tight as he shakes his head again.
I lean forward and press a kiss to the few on his left pec, and pulling back, I let a gentle smile curve my lips.
He sucks in a deep breath before admitting, “Every cut is for a life I’ve taken.”
Shock vibrates through me.
He cuts himself?
Every time I learn something new about how tormented Knight is, the urge to protect him grows inside me. I don’t want anything to ever hurt him again
“Why?” I ask, needing to know the reason.
He lowers his eyes, and pain flashes over his face as he says, “It’s…”
His jaw clenches, and it has me lifting my hands to his face. I frame his jaw with my palms and give him an encouraging look.
“It’s so I can see the proof of every fucker I’ve killed in an attempt to make up for failing Ronnie.” He looks down at his chest and brushes his hand over some of the cuts. “The pain helps.”
Tears mist in my eyes, and I wish I had the power to take away the guilt he’s feeling for something that wasn’t his fault.
Wait. I do have the power.
I grab hold of my dress and pull the fabric over my head. I drop it on the floor before reaching behind my back and unsnapping my bra. As I pull the straps down my arms, I get up so I can push my panties down my legs.
When I reach for the thigh holster, Knight growls, “Leave it.”
I place my knee beside his leg and grab hold of his shoulder so I can climb back onto his lap.
Knight immediately ducks his head, and his lips close around my nipple. He sucks it until it’s a stiff peak before giving attention to my other breast.
I place my hand behind his head and curl into him while scooting forward and dragging my clit over his hard manhood.
We both shudder at the skin-to-skin contact, and while Knight feasts on my breasts, I brush my other hand over his muscled back before moving it to his bicep where there’s a tattoo of an eagle perched on a trident and anchor.