Prologue #4
She shushed me with a sharp, angry hiss, but I just dipped my head, capturing her full lips again.
I was becoming an addict. They were plump, bruised from the havoc I’d already wreaked, and tasted like expensive champagne and rebellion.
She was receptive, her body winding up like a tight spring even as my touch seemed to anchor her.
Her hands flew to my hair, and I didn’t think—I immediately gripped her thighs and hoisted her up.
The iron groaned under our weight as I pinned her against the cold wall.
From this angle, I had a perfect view of the fast rise and fall of her chest, her cleavage spilling over the top of that dress.
I considered ripping the silk away right there.
I needed a fix. I needed to see every inch of the skin I was about to ruin.
She whimpered, wrapping her legs around my waist and letting her hands travel with a frantic, heat-blinded mission toward my belt buckle.
Fuck.
I couldn’t screw her on the side of the building.
“Wait,” I growled, grabbing her wrists and pinning them above her head against the brick. “The car will be here in minutes.”
She pouted, her eyes dark with a wild, unbridled hunger. “A few minutes too long.”
I hummed, a vibration that started in my chest and ended against her skin. I slid my thigh upward, positioning it hard between her legs. I loved the sound of her gasping, her eyes widening as she felt the pressure. “Callahan.” The sound of my name on her lips was a perfect song to my ears.
“Go on and ride it if you want, Viper. Take what you need tonight. This is about you. Not the family. Not duty. Just you.”
Her eyes searched mine, looking for a lie, but she wouldn’t find one. I hiked her upper leg higher, my hand trailing past the leather of her thigh holster.
God, I loved a woman who carried.
Then, I slipped under her skirt and ripped the scrap of her panties from her body. She didn’t even protest. She rocked against my hand as I found her, slick and burning, letting out a jagged moan.
Below us, the heavy metal door leading into the gala opened. Voices drifted up.
“Be quiet, or they’ll get a show, and then I’ll have to kill them for watching.”
She was quiet for about ten seconds, rocking against me until the people disappeared back inside. Then she whispered, almost begging, “I need more.”
Why did I feel like I couldn’t deny her? Where the fuck was the SUV? My tone was almost pleading as I softly reminded her, “We’re in a damn alley, Jas.”
I was losing control of the situation.
“I don’t care.” She glared at me as she yanked a wrist free. I didn’t fight her. Maybe I should have. But it was a losing battle. My body wanted her just as hers wanted mine.
When she unbuttoned my slacks, though, she gasped as she pulled my length out. “You’re pierced. There are diamonds … God, Callahan.” She mused like she might be spellbound but also a little frightened.
“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll go slow.” I chuckled in her ear.
She dragged her teeth over her bottom lip as a dark look crossed her face. “So about as disappointing as every other man I’ve been with? I like it fast. And I like it hard.”
Damn it all to hell.
I wasn’t going to last more than a minute with this woman.
She pumped my cock once, and I glanced down, seeing come beading on the metal of my piercings already. “Shit, you’re forbidden but also made just for me?”
She whimpered out a please that cut through the last string of my restraint. I hoisted her up and then moved myself between her legs so she could feel just the tip. Her tiny body shuddered over mine just as the SUV with our driver pulled up down below.
“Quiet, unless you want them to see how much you like the enemy, Viper.”
She yanked my mouth to hers and bit down on my lip. I swear I tasted blood, but wasn’t that the point? She wanted this rough. She wanted this enemy to enemy, not lover to lover.
So I gave it to her. I thrust home, burying myself to the hilt, and slammed her against that wall until the only sound in the alley was the rhythmic clang of iron and the desperate, beautiful sounds of a Ruiz breaking for a Knight.
I took her to a place nearby that night. And we didn’t stop until we were both exhausted. “Seems you like Diamond men over men who put their hands on a girl.”
She chuckled in my arms. “I can handle men like Tomás.”
“Didn’t say you couldn’t handle a jackass, just don’t think you should have to when you can have me instead.”
“You’ll be gone tomorrow,” she murmured.
It was true. I would be, but it didn’t mean I wanted her to go back to that. “You end up having a problem with him, call me and I’ll kill him.”
“Kill?” One of her eyebrows lifted.
I wouldn’t hold back on a man like that. “He shouldn’t have ever had his hands on you that way.”
She sighed and ran her hand over my abs.
Her touch had a direct line to my dick, it seemed, because all the blood rushed there while I struggled to focus on the topic at hand.
“You’re being protective of a girl who doesn’t need protection.
” Her hand moved farther down, straight to my cock.
“He’s not the worst of them. He’s just—”
I growled and grabbed her wrist so I could make sure I got my point across. “He’s not good. Promise me you know that.”
When she pouted rather than saying anything, I repeated, “Promise me. Don’t ever let a man touch you like that ever again.”
“If I promise, what do I get in return?” A slow smirk formed on her plump, red lips.
I turned to move my body over hers, and my hand drifted between us so I could roll my thumb over her clit. I was learning how she liked me to press against her roughly, how she would arch every single time I did.
She moaned my name, and I slowed the pace. “Promise me he doesn’t touch you again, Jas.”
“Seriously, Knight?”
“Callahan,” I corrected her. “Promise.”
When she didn’t do it right away, I pulled my hand away, and she whimpered before practically screeching, “Fine, I promise.”
I moved my hand back, and she clawed at my back for more of me, begging, “I want all of you, Callahan. All of you. Now.”
I didn’t have much restraint with her naked beneath me and begging. I fucking loved the way she said my name too. I slammed into her, filling her up just like she wanted, and her pussy contracted around my cock.
Wet. Tight. And ravenous.
I moved out of her slowly and demanded, “Look at how I fuck you, how my cock fills you up this time, Viper. I give you exactly what you want. What I know you need. That’s how a man treats a woman. I give pleasure and only the pain your body craves. Understand?”
She nodded and dragged her teeth over her bottom lip.
“Now, tell me what you want. What you want me to give you. Pleasure or pain?”
“Both, Knight. Fuck me like you want to break me, and then fuck me like you want to put me back together.”
“Good girl. Now … watch.” My cock plunged in her hard. So hard, the bed slammed into the wall.
Over and over again.
I devoured her and ravaged her through the night.
She didn’t hold back in taking all she wanted either. I had claw marks and bite marks the next day to show for it.
But that was all she left.
I should have handcuffed her to the bed, knowing what I do now.
She snuck out before I woke and didn’t even leave a note.
Of course, I was resourceful enough to track down her number, and I texted her after three whole days of waiting to see if she’d reach out.
She didn’t.
And I couldn’t stand that I was considering getting eyes on her, that I wanted to know if she met back up with Tomás, that I was constantly checking my phone to see if a text came through.
You left.
Jasmina
Who is this?
This woman.
You know who it is. Don’t act like there were other men you left in the last week without leaving your number.
Jasmina
There were. Dozens.
My mind ran away with the idea … with how another man would love spreading her legs, love biting her plump lips, love hearing the sounds she made when she was close enough to orgasm to beg for it.
I want all their names.
Cool it, dumbass.
While you make that list, let me know when I can see you again too.
Jasmina
Never.
Wrong answer.
Come on, everyone needs a knight in shining armor sometimes.
Jasmina
Not me.
Lose my number, Knight.