Page 101 of Vicious Knight

I’m wearing my piercing today. I opted not to wear it since we started having sex because I knew she was worried about it. I thought I’d ease her in gently. Now I want to give her more pleasure.

Her eyes grow and I rub the tip of my dick over her wet folds. Then I get on the bed and pick her up so she can straddle me. “I want you to ride me.”

Ivy’s eyes widen even more. I’ve never given her any control before.

Taking a little breath she slides down onto my cock. We’ve been fucking for days, but she’s still so tight. My length stretches her pretty cunt and soon I’m buried to the hilt.

I can see the sweet pleasure spreading over her beautiful face. The pleasure is different from how she normally looks. That’s because of my piercing—mission accomplished.

She closes her eyes like she’s savoring every ounce of it but I hold her face again. “Open your eyes and look at me.”

She opens her eyes.

“Good girl.”

I kiss her and guide her to move her hips over me.

She kisses me back, and then we’re fucking. I’m starved for her and I can’t stop kissing her, or pounding into her. My fingers tangle in her hair and hers in mine. Her touch is like balm on my soul. Something I never knew I needed until her.

I lied to myself when I thought I could ever be done with her.

Now I can’t see that happening.

And that’s a problem for me.

Music fills the empty auditorium, touching every corner with the possession of a forbidden lover.

When you first hear the melody it sounds like something composed by Debussy, but when you listen carefully you realize it’s something else. Something different. Something from someone with the same sort of talent that is yet to leave their mark on the world.

Ivy comes in here to practice sometimes, late at night when she’s not with me, or the early hours of the morning.

I got used to her patterns long before I owned her.

I’m in my usual spot on the second-floor balcony, absorbed by the shadows like the Phantom of the Opera.

Ivy has never been aware of me watching her. I’m good at being stealthy, but it's easy when she’s always so caught up in her music that she loses herself.

I’m almost jealous. I want her to lose herself like that when she’s with me. I want her to touch me the way she caresses the keys of her piano, and I want her to obsess over me the way she does when she creates music.

I could go down there and talk to her but I wanted to observe her from afar and watch her in her element. I wanted to see her in a state where she can be herself.

During these moments she’s not Ivy Yegorov or my little deer. She’s Annika Bershov.

She plays the piano like her father did. I’m sure it was he who taught her to play.

When he came to Raventhorn he also studied music, but as a minor. He majored in cyber security intelligence because his family had always served the elite unit of the Knights.

His skills made him perfect to betray those who trusted him. I always wondered if my father ever knew him. I’m sure their paths would have crossed.

Ivy and I have the night off from each other because I had to train the guys. We have tomorrow night off, too.

Tonight I took the guys to the forest for the rough terrain. It will be similar to where they’ll be for the Reckoning.

My Reckoning took place in Russia. It was arranged by three Pakhans in our alliance along with Aleksander. We had to complete one hell of a survival mission, so I more than earned my stripes as a Knight.

Sometimes I wonder how I keep my humanity.

Moments like these help.

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