Chapter 25
KNIGHT
Not having heard the sound of the front door slamming, I go searching through the house, lifting the bottle to my lips and taking a swig of the wine, and as I pass the downstairs guest bathroom, I find Harper braced against the sink, her head low as she clutches the porcelain in front of the mirror.
She takes heavy breaths, her knuckles turning white from her tight grip.
I step into the doorway, pausing there as I gently knock against the open door frame. Harper’s head snaps up, her eyes wild with rage, but as she sees me here, her shoulders slump, and her fight quickly drains away.
Her gaze returns to her reflection in the mirror, and I walk in, closing and locking the door behind me.
“You good?” I ask, striding up behind her and putting the wine bottle down beside her already half-empty one.
I drop my hands to the sink, coming down on either side of her, caging her in, and she immediately relaxes back against me.
“I just don’t get it,” she murmurs, her voice so low and filled with pain that it’s almost impossible to hear her. “Why does she always have to do that? Why can’t she just invite me here to have a good time? And in front of the twins, no less.”
I nod, my hands shifting from the sink to her waist, holding tightly.
“Honestly, Harper. I have no fucking idea. I’d like to say that it’s because she’s threatened by you.
That you shine so much brighter than she ever could.
You’ve made something of yourself, by yourself, and you can stand on your own two feet.
She’s always had to attach herself to men like my brother to find acceptance.
But, the truth is, I don’t know your mother nearly enough, nor do I feel like giving her the time of day to try and work it out. ”
Harper scoffs, a pleased smirk pulling at the corner of her lips. “Shouldn’t you be out there enjoying your dinner?”
“What dinner?” I question. “The party’s over.”
Her brows furrow. “What do you mean?”
“Your brother had your back for a change and finally stood up to your mom. He saw through the bullshit just as easily as you do, and he was pissed that she tried this shit in front of his kids. He took off while your mom started crying.”
“Wow. The asshole finally grew a backbone.”
“He sure did. It was incredible.”
Harper laughs. “If only Elias could grow one too. I bet he was all over Mom’s crocodile tears.”
“He was, but don’t be fooled. He knows they’re as fake as her personality. He’s not as fucking clueless as you think,” I tell her. “He just likes playing along because a docile wife that doesn’t put up a fight is a wife that can be controlled.”
“No shit,” she breathes, staring at me through the mirror, her eyes filled with wonder. “I never would have guessed. He seems like such a pushover, completely blinded by washed-up pussy.”
My hands move over her waist, and as she lets out the softest sigh and her body relaxes further against mine, I realize this is exactly what she needs to release the pent-up frustration burning through her.
“Elias is anything but a pushover,” I warn her. “He’s callous and cold. The facade he puts on for your mother is just that. He likes to play women, collecting them like possessions and wearing them down until they break. Keep your eyes open around him. He’s not somebody you want to fuck with.”
“Oh, I have no interest in messing with that.”
“I know,” I say, my hand lowering down past her hip. “But just because you have no interest in being caught in his web, doesn’t mean that he doesn’t notice you.”
Her face scrunches with distaste. “Gross.”
I nod, glad we’re on the same page, and as my hand lowers further to cup her pussy, her gaze lifts to mine through the mirror. In a matter of seconds, the frustration and pain from earlier morphs into undiluted hunger, daring me to continue.
She immediately grinds against the palm of my hand as my other hand slips up the inside of her top, my fingers brushing against her skin and leaving a wake of goosebumps.
“We shouldn’t,” she groans, not even pretending that she doesn’t want it.
“Oh, but doll. I really think we should.”
She grins, and I don’t hesitate to grip her hips and whip her around to face me.
She sucks in a gasp, and as I hold her stare, I reach for her top, slowly dragging it up over her head.
She doesn’t say a word as I drop the small shirt to the bathroom tiles, and as that bright green gaze remains locked on mine, I reach for the front of her pants, slowly, but pointedly undoing the button and fly.
I dig my thumbs into the top of her pants before pushing them down her hips, taking her thong right along with it. I kneel as I continue pushing her jeans down to her feet, and I can’t help but drag my gaze over her creamy thighs.
She’s so fucking beautiful.
Once the pants are on the ground, I pointedly look up at her again, waiting ever so patiently for her to step out of them. She grins and braces her hand on my shoulder before doing exactly what I want.
Straightening back up to my full height, staring down at the beautifully naked woman before me, I feel my cock hardening and straining against the front of my jeans.
“Well, you’ve got me naked,” Harper muses, her fingers lifting to my chest as she looks up at me, those big eyes filled with a false innocence. “What exactly do you intend to do with me now?”
Rich desire pulses through my veins, and I step in closer, gripping her waist. “Didn’t you hear, doll? Dinner was cut short, and I’m still fucking hungry.”
Without skipping a beat, I lift her onto the vanity and drop straight to my knees, taking her thigh and throwing it straight over my shoulder. “Holy fuck,” she gasps, her fingers immediately knotting into my hair.
I don’t waste a single second, diving in between her creamy thighs and closing my mouth over her clit, sucking and nipping as my tongue rolls over her most sensitive parts.
She leans back, her body pressed flat against the mirror, and she looks down, watching the way I eat her pussy.
When I add my fingers to the mix, she lets out a deep groan, and her hips jolt, silently begging for more.
I give her exactly what she needs, my fingers splitting inside her soaking cunt, massaging her walls, and coaxing every ounce of pleasure out of her. I curve my fingers just the way she likes it, rocking them back and forth over her G-spot and watching the way she trembles for me.
“Knight,” she pants. “Fuck. I need you.”
Oh, she’ll get me. Every fucking inch of me.
She falls apart, and within seconds, her sweet little cunt is spasming around my fingers, squeezing tight as she comes. She throws her head back against the mirror as her legs lock around my shoulders, but I don’t stop, loving the way she shudders for me.
Her whole body trembles, her chest heaving, and I’d bet everything that I have that she doesn’t even remember the bullshit that just went down at dinner. Not anymore. All she’s thinking about is my tongue rolling over her clit.
I keep working her until she finally comes down from her high, and when her grip loosens in my hair and she lets out a breathy sigh, I pull away, slowly releasing my fingers from inside her.
“Tell me now that we shouldn’t have done that,” I murmur, pressing my lips to the inside of her thigh.
All she can do is stare back at me as a wicked grin tears across her face. “Do you have any idea how much trouble you are? You’re going to get us caught.”
“Who me? I haven’t said a word. You’re the one thrashing on the bathroom sink.”
“Thrashing?” she scoffs. “That’s a bit of an over exaggeration of your skills, don’t you think?”
“Oh?” I say, getting back to my feet, unable to keep from grinning. I reach for the front of my pants, popping the button before slowly releasing the fly.
Her heated gaze follows my movements, and her eyes widen before she shakes her head. “No. Now that we really can’t do,” she says in an almost panic. “I can’t be quiet with you.”
My grin widens as I reach into the front of my pants, freeing my straining cock before pumping my fist up and down. She watches the way my fist moves, and the desire in her eyes is like nothing I’ve ever seen.
She knows just how fucking good it is with us, and there’s no denying how desperately she wants it.
“Tell me you don’t want it, Harper. Tell me you don’t want me to take that sweet little cunt and fuck you until you scream.”
She whimpers with need, and it’s the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard, then just as I go to step into her and lift her into my arms, a knock sounds at the door. “Knight, you in there?” Elias says from the other side of the bathroom door.
Harper’s eyes widen in horror, and when I take her thighs, she starts shaking her head. “Don’t you dare,” she mouths.
I pull her in, locking my arm around her waist and dragging her hips right to the edge of the vanity, the tip of my cock dragging through her wetness. She whimpers again, and I brace my hand over her mouth, keeping her silent.
Another knock sounds. “Knight?”
“I’m fucking busy.”
I drag my cock through her wetness again before circling her clit and watching the way her eyelids flutter, and as my tip finds her entrance, I slowly push into her. Harper sucks in a breath against my hand, her overwhelming pleasure written all over her face.
I take her deeper, her walls stretching around me with every inch I give her.
“We need to talk,” Elias spits at the door. “The fuck do you think you’re doing speaking to my wife like that? Do you have any idea how upset you’ve made her? It’s bad enough her children have disregarded her feelings. She doesn’t need that same hostility from you.”