Chapter 22 #2
His brow arches, and I clarify. “You saw me. I was drunk. Really fucking drunk, and when I saw him there, I had this moment of fear, but then he didn’t hurt me the night before, and I figured, if I played his little game, he’d get what he wanted and leave.
I’d also gotten in my head that he might have been you.
He’s tall and built, and I was thinking that if it were you, you would never have hurt me.
So I went up to him, and just like in my room, he made me come, and it was so good, but then he went to leave and I—. ”
“What did you do, Harper?”
“I pulled him back and said something about him having his fun and now it was my turn, and I took him over to one of those private booth things, and I just . . . did it all. I went down on him and just when he was about to finish, he grabbed me and straddled me over his lap, and I just went for it.”
“Fuck, Harper. You stole control of the game. You changed his rules.”
I drag my hands down my face and Knight pulls me into his arms, my face crushing against his strong chest. “What am I going to do?” I groan, my words muffled by his shirt.
“Well, for starters, let’s try not fucking the serial killer.”
“I’m so stupid.”
“Yeah,” he agrees. “Probably wasn’t your finest moment.”
I resist giving him a hard stare. Most men in his position would just agree with me to make things better, but not Knight. He doesn’t bother to hold back. He calls it as he sees it, and honestly, I like that in a man.
A heaviness settles over me like a torrential storm when Knight pulls back and wraps his big hand around the base of my throat, using his thumb to force my chin up, meeting his heavy stare.
“I just have one question,” he murmurs, his tone dropping low as he holds me captive with those dark, tantalizing eyes.
“And what’s that?”
His thumb brushes along my jaw, and his touch makes me forget about everything else. “Did he make your legs shake the way I do?” he murmurs. “Does he fill you and make you scream the way I can? Does your tight little cunt squeeze him like you do to me?”
A grin pulls across my lips, and I lean in closer, desperately wishing he would close the gap between us. “That was three questions.”
“Answer,” he demands in that bossy tone that somehow always turns me on.
My thighs clench on the table, and I shake my head, my hand slipping up the front of his shirt, my fingers splaying across his warm skin.
“Nobody feels like you do,” I tell him in a breathy whisper.
“Nobody can fill me like you. Nobody can take me as deep as you do. He’s good, great even, but the way you make me come is unmatched.
You destroy me, Knight. You shatter me like glass every time your hands are on my body. ”
He leans in, his lips barely a breath away as his hands tighten on my thighs.
“I don’t know what the fuck this is, doll.
But you belong to me. Understand that. You will never be his, no matter how hard he fucks you, how many times he sneaks into your bedroom and makes you come on his fingers. You’re mine.”
I suck in a breath, his words capturing me in a chokehold.
As his chest heaves with anticipation, he moves in closer until his lips brush past mine.
Just as I go to melt into him, the startling realization of the surveillance cameras giving my stalker a bird’s-eye view right into this moment terrifies me.
“No,” I rush out, shoving him away.
Knight stares back at me, his brow arched. “No?”
“We can’t do this here,” I tell him, panic rising in my chest because it might already be too late.
“The cameras. He’s watching everything I do, and I won’t put a target on your back like that.
You said it’s a pattern, and if that’s right and he’s watching you with your hands all over me .
. . I can’t have you show up in a body bag on my table. ”
Knight steps right back into me, gripping my hips and pulling me right to the edge. “You think I’m scared of some asshole playing a children’s game?” he questions. “I know what I want, Harper, and he’s not about to keep me from taking it.”
I swallow hard, desire pulsing through me like liquid gold. “I’m just trying to protect you.”
His eyes soften, and his hand returns to my neck, his thumbs brushing across my jaw. “I appreciate that, but I don’t need your protection. I’d rather you be vigilant in watching your own back. I can handle myself and you at the same time.”
I shake my head. “It’s a two-way street, Knight. I feel the same way. I’ve always been independent. I’ve never needed to rely on anybody. I don’t like feeling like a pathetic damsel who needs her sexy SWAT officer to rescue her. It makes me feel weak.”
“Are you asking me to back off when it comes to this guy? Because I can’t do that.”
I let out a heavy breath. “I know,” I murmur. “But I just need you to understand where I’m coming from and why I sometimes find it hard to open up. Hell, even why I pushed so hard against exclusivity. I need that independence.”
“Speaking of. If your relationships are a threat, you need to let this other guy know.”
“I, uhhhh . . . sort of already did.”
He pulls back, his gaze narrowed. “You told him about your stalker.”
“Not exactly,” I say. “But I told him about you. By accident. Kind of.”
“I don’t know what to make of that.”
“All that you need to know is that Laith is a really nice guy, and while yes, we’ve had a sexual relationship for a while now, we’re friends first. We’re honest, so after you and I . . . you know. I let him know. I didn’t think it was fair to keep him in the dark like that, so he took a backseat.”
“A backseat?”
“Mm-hmm,” I murmur. “He’s always wanted what’s best for me, and he and I .
. . If something were going to happen between us, it would have happened a long time ago.
So while you and I are doing whatever the hell this is, he doesn’t want to be a factor that could potentially keep something from happening.
He respectfully bowed out until I figure that out. ”
Knight moves in tighter, holding me as though he’s never seen anything so precious in his life. “And what exactly do you think could potentially be happening here?”
I shake my head as a stupid smile pulls across my lips. “Don’t ask questions that neither of us knows the answer to, let alone are even a little bit ready to hear.”
He laughs, and the sound does something wild to me.
“Fair point,” he murmurs, his gaze shifting to the camera up on the wall behind me as his hand slowly trails higher on my thigh.
Indecision flashes in his dark eyes, and I know exactly what he’s thinking.
Does he risk his life just to touch me, does he burn it all to hell just for a moment of heaven?
His gaze comes back to mine, his hand shifting to the back of my neck. “Fuck it. Let him see that you belong to me.” And not a second later, his lips crash down on mine. Hunger slams into me as I melt into his touch, his hand shifting to the side of my thigh, guiding it around his waist.
His tongue swoops into my mouth, and I groan as his cock grinds against my needy pussy, and before it even occurs to me where we are or what we’re about to do, my hands are greedily pulling at his shirt, desperately trying to pull it over his head.
The moment it’s gone, I dive for his body, my hands all over him, exploring and committing every sharp ridge of his muscled frame to memory, needing that touch more than I need my next breath.
His lips are like a potent drug against mine, and as he reaches for my scrub shirt and pulls it over my head, the hunger becomes too much to bear.
“Knight,” I pant.
“I’ve got you, doll,” he murmurs against my lips, locking his arm around my waist and lifting me just enough to rip my pants down, taking my thong along with them.
He settles me back on the table, and I scramble for the front of his pants as his lips work their way down to my neck, sending shivers soaring across my skin.
I free that massive cock from the confines of his pants and curl my hand around his base.
My fingers hold firmly, pumping up and down, and before I can even make it to the top and roll my thumb over his tip, Knight’s hands are at my hips, scooching me right to the edge of the table, and lining me up perfectly with his cock.
My legs lock around his waist as his big hand closes over mine on his cock and guides his tip right to my entrance. “Fuck,” he groans as he slowly pushes inside me, my pussy already throbbing for more. “I’ve been dreaming about this sweet little cunt since the moment I tasted it.”
A stupid grin pulls at my lips, and before I can even think about responding, Knight pushes deep, stretching me wide as my eyes roll.
My serial killer stalker is good, but he could never make me feel like this.
Knight pushes the rest of the way, bottoming out as a deep, guttural moan pulls from my chest. “Oh God, Knight,” I pant, never feeling so full. My walls stretch around his impressive size, and with every slight flinch of his cock inside me, I fall to pieces.
“You feel that, doll?” he rumbles, his fingers digging into my hip as I clutch onto his arm, desperately needing to hold on. He inches back, making my body spasm before slamming back into me. “Nobody can fill you like I can.”
“Nobody,” I agree.
“And every time he takes this sweet little cunt,” he growls, pulling his hips back again, “he will know that he’ll never compare. Never make you come the way I can. Never take you this deep. Never make you shatter like I do.”
“Never.”
His lips return to my neck as his hips thrust deep, and I tip my head back, needing so much more. He gives me all of him, pushing me right to the edge, and when I reach down between us and roll my fingers over my clit, my hips jolt with raw, intense pleasure.
I grip his shoulder, my nails digging into his skin and leaving little crescent moons behind. “Knight,” I pant.
“I know, doll,” he grits through a clenched jaw. “I’ve got you.”
He pushes me to my limits, his thick cock massaging me from within, stretching and filling me in a way he never has before. My eyelids flutter, and I cry out, that familiar coil tightening until there’s nothing left to give.
“Oh God,” I groan, my body already starting to spasm.
“Let it go, Harper.”
His words destroy me, and the tight coil explodes as my orgasm takes over, ripping through my body and destroying everything in its path.
I shatter like glass, just as he knew I would, and as my high rocks through my body, Knight reaches his climax, coming with me and shooting hot spurts of cum deep inside of me.
“Yes,” I gasp, clutching that strong, tattooed body like it’s my only lifeline, and as we each come down from our high, he drops his forehead to mine, holding me as though he’ll never let go.
“Fuck, Harper,” he grits. “What is this?”
“If I knew . . . I probably still wouldn’t tell you.”
Knight laughs but remains seated within me, and honestly, I can’t handle the idea of him pulling away from me just yet.
“I won’t lie,” he murmurs, his hand gripping the back of my neck again.
“Knowing you’ve had another man in your mouth makes me fucking jealous.
I want to erase every memory of it from your beautiful mind and replace them with ones of our own. ”
I tip my head back, meeting his hauntingly gorgeous stare. “I thought you didn’t get jealous.”
“There’s always a first time for everything.”
I laugh, and he slowly pulls out of me, leaving me feeling empty. “He didn’t come down my throat like you did,” I remind him. “Nobody gets to do that to me. But I let you.”
His brow arches, suspicion thick in his stare. “You don’t let men come in your mouth.”
I grin and jump down from the table before pushing up onto my tippy toes, despite still being a good foot apart in height. “Only my favoritest of uncles.”
Knight groans, and with that, I find my scrubs and underwear before pulling them back on.
“Now, if you don’t mind, I need to sterilize this whole room and get back to work.
Unless you’re ready to go for round two?
I could always shove my head in the refrigeration unit and call out for my big brave step-uncle to help me get unstuck. ”
Knight smirks, knowing damn well what I’m referring to. “You’re trouble, Harper,” he rumbles, stepping into me and clutching my waist, holding me there. “But when I take you next, it won’t be some cheap remake of cheesy porn, it’ll be hard and fast with you sitting on my fucking face.”
My whole pussy clenches, and he smirks as if knowing damn well what just happened below the belt. “I have to run,” he continues. “Try not to get yourself stuck in the refrigeration unit, because it might not be me coming to get you.”
“Yes-sir, bossy, sir,” I tell him. “I suppose I’ll see you at Mom’s ridiculous dinner—assuming you’re going, of course.”
“I might be able to make time to watch you go for round two with your mother,” he says before stepping away. A small smile pulls at my lips, still wondering what the hell this is growing between us. “And Harper?” he says, pausing near the door.
I glance up, trying to hide the smile that’s threatening to rip across my face. “Don’t be a stranger. If something happens, big or little, you call me. I’ll be there.”
I nod, and as my cheeks flush, Knight slips out of the morgue, leaving me to sterilize the room from top to bottom and get back to work, but first, I need to deal with the mess he left behind; the very thrilling mess that’s dripping down my thighs.