Page 67 of Knight

“Just say it,” I spit, pulling my face closer to his, his fingers land somewhere between my legs. But I know how to play him too. Moving my hand to his sturdy, long leg, my fingers walk up his pants. “Can’t admit you’re jealous? A real man would admit he’s jealous.” I don’t believe in that bullshit but I know how to rile him up, just like he does to me.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, Rowland.” His voice is low but it’s still like rolling thunder.

“Isn’t that the way you like it?” I smirk. He’s already hard when I grab hold of his length and this is starting to feel like some type of twisted foreplay.

He clears his throat, sitting up in his seat. “Keith, we’re going to take that to go.” He’s sticking a finger through my fishnets, finding my folds under the lingerie he instructed me to wear. When Keith gets to the table, his cold fingertip lands on my clit, already wet from our fucked up dirty talk.

“You have a room here tonight? I can send it up.” Keith suggests.

It’s hard to keep a straight face with Damien stroking my pearl right in front of our chef, but I’m starting to realize I get off on this as much as he does.

“That’s perfect,” Damien smiles, pushing a finger inside me that makes me grip my chair. It feels like a cold magical dagger and I let out a sigh. Keith raises an eyebrow before he walks away.

When he’s out of sight, Damien moves his finger with a smirk. Without another word, he grabs the bottle and my jacket before heading to the back of the kitchen. I follow him, my body on fire. Damien’s right. We’re not normal. We can’t even get through dinner without wanting to rip each other’s clothes off. This isn’t the same blaze I felt with Christian. Not one bit. There was hardly a spark but with Damien, it’s a fucking explosion.

“Damien?” I call when he disappears ahead of me. Bumping into a chef, I apologize, my arms coming to my bare shoulders. “Damien!”

There’s a cold grip on my hand before I’m pulled inside an elevator. The door shuts behind me just as Damien’s lips come crashing onto mine.

Pure, blissful nirvana.

I’m lapping up the taste of whiskey still on his tongue before he pushes his finger in my mouth. His tongue lands between his teeth as he watches me suck his digit like my favourite lollipop.

“You look so fucking sexy when you do that,” he growls, his nose on mine. There’s hunger in his eyes and it’s clear he doesn’t give a fuck if the doors were to open right now. “Tell me how you taste.”

“Like a decadent dessert,” I smirk when I say this and it’s clear that scotch is starting to settle. Or I’m intoxicated by Damien. The sweet tangy taste sits on my tongue when his mouth comes to mine again, his tongue like sweet caramel.

He pins me against the wall, his hands making my dress rise when they come to my ass, my jacket falling to the floor. He’s hard when he presses against me, his mouth coming to my ear. “Do you trust me?”

It makes me freeze, hardly realizing when my feet lift off the floor. Damien pulls my long, skinny legs around him, his cock throbbing right at my centre. It’s not making this any easier.

Ding!

The elevator comes to a stop and I’m saved by the bell before he says, “You’re not off the hook. I’m gonna fix that.” He kisses me again, my body relaxing in his hold as I wrap my arms around his broad back. We’re moving but I don’t care where I’m going, as long as it’s with him.

“Shit, wait,” I pull back. “My jacket.” I’m not leaving that behind.

He looks at me, brows lowering, “Really, Rowland?”

I nod, biting my lip because I can’t ignore how hot he looks right now. Red in his cheeks, his chest rising and falling with how heavy he’s breathing. “It’s my dad’s.”

His jaw clenches but that makes him go back for it, keeping me wrapped around him as he reaches for it. After hearing about his mom’s coin, I know he’d understand.

We’re bursting through a room door in seconds when he stands me on the floor, slamming the door closed. Like Georgina’s party, it’s lavish and over-the-top, a mosaic on the wall, tub against the floor to ceiling glass walls.

My eyes wander the room before they land on the bed. It’s big but that’s not what catches my attention. Straps stick out from the top of the mattress like some kind of restraint. My eyes narrow and when I turn around, Damien’s approaching me with something black and silky in his hand. “Ready?”

Fifteen

“R-ready for what?”

I’m finding it hard to speak. Finding it hard to move.

His jacket and shirt are already off, slacks and leather loafers the only thing left. Only rich people wear leather loafers when it’s damn near winter.

“What is this?” I ask again. He turns me around and before I can ask again, something soft comes onto my eyes, the room going black. “Damien?” I can still smell him, still sense him close before his finger drags along my arm. Instant goosebumps. My body responds to him quicker than a gun when it’s shot but I still have questions. “If I’m going to trust you, this isn’t the best way to start,” I warn.

“Isn’t it?” His voice by my ear startles me and I hate that I jump. His fingers run along my shoulder and it doesn’t help my nerves, that fluttery feeling in my stomach. He pulls on the strap of the dress until it slips down my arm. Then the other. With one tug at the front, the dress falls to the floor and I’m exposed to Damien in the lingerie he bought.

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