Chapter 21 Harper-Rayn #2
“Yes, doll,” he says without a hint of hesitation. “He made it clear that he has no intention of giving you up. He wants to break you, and if he is not wise and does not hand himself over, then he leaves me no choice. There isn’t a world where I wouldn’t do exactly what it takes to protect you.”
“Even if it meant going against everything you believe in and taking a life?”
“I take lives every day,” he reminds me.
“This is different, and you know it. What you do at work is a necessity, and those steps are taken in order to save the lives of innocent people. Taking your brother’s life . . . That would be murder.”
“If it comes down to a choice between you or him, I would choose you every time,” he tells me.
“This isn’t just a question of picking the woman I love over my own flesh and blood.
It’s choosing right over wrong, good over bad, an angel over the fucking devil.
There is no choice, doll. It will always be you. ”
My heart races, and I lean into him, my lips brushing against his neck. “You burn, I burn, right?”
“Exactly.”
He lifts his bloodied hand and holds it against the back of my head, as we each sit in our thoughts, and when my body begins cramping up, I pull back and let out a heavy breath. “Okay,” I finally tell him. “You want the good news or the bad news?”
“Bad news.”
“The bad news is there is no good news. You need stitches, and you’re not about to change my mind. So buckle in, it’s finally my turn to poke you with a big stick.”
Half an hour later, I climb off Knight’s lap after bandaging his hands, and as I start to clean up after myself, he holds up his hands and shoots me a dark stare. “What the fuck am I supposed to do with these?”
I glance over his hands and smother a laugh.
I might have gone a little overboard on the bandaging.
He looks like Murray the Mummy from Hotel Transylvania.
“Oh,” I say, a smile pulling at my lips as I stride over to the door and flick the lock, watching him over my shoulder.
“For what I have planned, you won’t be needing your hands at all. ”
Knight arches a brow and watches my every step as I make my way back over to him and climb onto the bed. I get to my feet, standing over him much like I had right in the beginning, and as I slowly begin to peel my hospital gown up past my thighs, his dark gaze becomes hooded and full of desire.
“Doll,” he groans. “You’re hurt.”
“I’m fine,” I whisper, pulling the gown even higher before slipping it right over my head. “But you know what will make me feel even better?”
“Mmmm, what’s that?” he asks, his gaze roaming over my body as I step right into him, his bandaged hands lifting to my ass as he dips his head and brushes his warm lips across the front of my thigh.
“You.”
Knight groans and pulls me in even closer, taking my thigh and lifting it over his shoulder, opening me up to him. He doesn’t hesitate, and as I grip his strong shoulders, he closes his mouth over my clit, sending an intense wave of pleasure pulsing through my veins.
“Oh God,” I groan, tipping my head back as he holds me still.
His tongue works me like the perfect, obedient soldier, rolling over my clit with slow, lazy circles as his fingers dig into my flesh.
My knees start to tremble, and with every swipe of his tongue, the pleasure increases, sending wave after wave of pure satisfaction coursing through my body. It’s electrifying, but as the pleasure increases, so does my need, and suddenly, just his tongue isn’t enough.
“Knight,” I groan, the need clear in my tone.
He grunts against me before hastily pulling back and lifting his hand to his mouth and tearing the bandages off with his teeth. Then, the moment his fingers are free, he immediately pushes them up inside me, satisfying the intense need within me.
His fingers are like magic as they massage my walls, curling just right and teasing my G-spot until my whole body is trembling with overwhelming pleasure. “Oh fuuuuck.”
His tongue doesn’t skip a beat, those lazy circles from earlier now tighter and faster, sending my body into a meltdown as I struggle to keep upright on the shitty hospital mattress.
Knight walks me through every second, enticing every drop of pleasure out of my body and claiming it as his own, as he switches between kissing, nipping, sucking, and licking.
He doesn’t let up, pushing me past the point of no return as my fingers dig into his strong shoulders.
That familiar tightening begins to build deep inside me, and as the intensity becomes too much to bear, he throws me right over the edge as the coil explodes, pulsing electrifying waves of pleasure through my veins.
A deep moan rumbles through my chest as I suck in a shaky breath, my eyes clenching as the high rocks through my body. “YES!” I cry as my walls wildly convulse around his fingers. “GOD, YES!”
Knight is relentless and keeps working my cunt, his skilled fingers knowing exactly what I like and how to get me there. It’s the most erotic torment, and I wouldn’t give it up for anything.
When I finally reach my high and start coming back to earth, I let out a shaky breath as my whole body spasms. Knight eases up on me, and I release my death grip on his shoulder as he slowly pulls his fingers free from my pussy. His lips inch away, shifting back to my thigh and kissing me gently.
“Oh my God,” I groan, pulling my leg off his shoulder before sinking right down onto his lap, my knees crashing into the mattress on either side of his thighs. “I don’t know how you do it every damn time.”
“I’ll teach you one day.”
“Oh really?” I ask as my hands fall to his belt, making quick work of the buckle and freeing his straining cock.
“You sure, doll? You’re not too sore?”
“Fuck no,” I tell him, rising up on my knees before positioning his massive tip at my entrance and slowly beginning to sink down over him, taking him inch by throbbing inch. “I’m never too sore for this.”
I suck in a breath as his thick cock stretches my walls, but I don’t stop until he’s fully seated inside me.
“Doll,” he grunts, gripping my hip with his one unbandaged hand. “If you intend to take your time, you’re gonna have to start moving before you fucking destroy me.”
I grin and hook my arm around his neck, and as I lean in and press my lips to his, I rock my hips, taking him right to his tip before sinking back down. My other hand slips between my thighs, rolling slow circles over my clit and making my hips jolt with the delicious pleasure.
“Just like that,” Knight murmurs against my lips. “Take what you need.”
My eyelids flutter, and I arch back as Knight shifts his lips to the base of my throat, the way his tongue moves sending fiery blasts of electricity pulsing right through to my core.
I groan and gasp, moan and cry as I take everything I need, bouncing up and down on his thick, veiny cock as he stretches me impossibly wide. My fingers clutch onto his strong shoulder, holding tight as I throw my head back, my long hair tickling the base of my spine.
“You’re so fucking beautiful when you ride me, doll.”
I grin and just because I love him, I clench my walls around him, watching the way his eyes roll into the back of his head.
“You’re gonna bring me to my fucking knees.”
“Damn straight.”
I take him deeper, pushing myself to my limits as I ride him, rolling my body and putting on a show for him as my fingers circle my needy clit. “Fuck, Knight,” I groan, getting closer and closer to the edge as I struggle to hold on. “I’m gonna come.”
My chest heaves with deep breaths, my eyes clenching as I ride him up and down. It’s too much. Too good. And yet I will never have enough.
“KNIGHT!”
“You’ve got it, Morticia,” he grits. “Fucking give it to me.”
My nails dig into his flesh as our bodies grow sweaty, and just when I think I can’t handle the ferocious intensity, my whole world explodes as a booming orgasm tears through my body, shattering me like glass. “Oh fuck!”
“Yes, doll,” Knight grunts, gripping my hip tighter just as he comes with me, shooting hot spurts of cum deep inside my spasming cunt.
My hips jolt, my eyes flutter, and my whole fucking world turns to pure ecstasy.
It’s everything. It’s electrifying. But more than that, it’s me and Knight. Raw. Unfiltered. And full of passion.
“God,” I groan, my chest heaving as I finally begin coming back down from my high, my world well and truly rocked. My body relaxes, and I collapse against him as his strong arm circles my waist, holding me as though I’m the most precious person that has ever existed.
“You’re going to be the death of me, doll,” he murmurs, his lips pressing against my temple.
A laugh rumbles through my chest. “Me?” I challenge, smirking up at him. “If anyone is going to be the death of you, it’ll be your own doing. Did you not see the way you tore those bandages off with your teeth and then shoved your openly wounded hand inside my cooch?”
Knight laughs. “You know I’m clean, and besides, you practically poured a whole bottle of antiseptic solution on my knuckles. I’m sure it’s fine.”
“Oh sure,” I laugh, playfully smacking at his chest. “Because blood contamination or cross-infection is nothing but a myth. You realize I’m going to have to do a handstand with my legs out while you pour pure bleach into my cooch and then jiggle me around to clean me out.”
“Pour pure bleach inside you like what? Like I’m pouring a jug of orange juice?”
“Oh yeah, but you’ll have to take it slow. I really don’t know how much volume a vagina can hold before it experiences leakage. Now, if I were right side up, I could give a good estimate. But judging by the size of your, uhhh . . . package, I would say it could hold quite a lot.”
Knight shakes his head, rolling his eyes. “Right, I’ll make a note to pick up a few hundred bottles of bleach,” he says. “But how important is the jiggling portion of this mission?”
“Oh, that’s the most important step. You’re really going to have to shake me like you’re mixing a cocktail. You know, really get in there. I find it’s best to do it in open spaces.”
His brows furrow, and he glances down at me. “Wait. Isn’t the vagina self-cleaning?”
“Hey, don’t come in here with that factual bullshit. I wanna be shaken around. And by shaken, I mean thrown up against a wall. Oh, and instead of burning chemicals inside me, I’d prefer something a little more . . . firm.”
“Like a little red vibrator?”
My eyes widen in horror at the thought of having that devil vibrator inside me again. “Oh hell no. I would rather die than have—”
There’s a loud thump at the door when someone tries the handle and all but steps straight into the wood. “Oomph. Fuck,” I hear Amelia say from the other side of the door before trying the handle and violently wiggling it. “Harper, did you lock this door?”
“Uhhhh . . .”
“Is Knight in there?”
“Ummmm . . . no.”
“Oh my God. You’re such a liar. You’re fucking your boyfriend in there, aren’t you?” she scoffs, trying the handle again as though it might magically unlock itself. “Harper-Rayn Madden. Detach yourself from that fine man-meat and open this door right now. You are on strict bed rest.”
I groan and flop my forehead against Knight’s chest. “Do you think if I close my eyes, she might disappear?”
“No, but I think if you don’t open that door soon, she’s going to find a screwdriver and literally take the door right off the frame.”
“Shit,” I say with a sigh, pulling away from him. “I guess it’s showtime. But just saying, if that bitch doesn’t discharge me, we’re gonna have some words.”