Page 75 of Vicious Knight

I know she doesn’t. I can’t blame her for that when I don’t even trust myself.

The only thing I know is we need to be careful from here on out.

“I'll give you your ring back when the time is right. In the meantime, you need to make sure you keep things quiet. As far as anyone is concerned I don't know anything. Do you understand me?”

“Yes. Of course, I understand. No one was supposed to find out, let alone you of all people.”

“Except I did.” I touch her face and slide my finger to her jaw to lift it. “And now we have our little arrangement.”

Her expression darkens, reminding me of the sky before a storm breaks. In her eyes I see fear, distrust, and desperation for hope warring with each other.

I'll fix that.

“Time to stop talking about business, little deer.” I lean forward and brush my nose over hers. “Time to play with you.”

A delicate flush of rose-pink tickles her cheeks. It makes me want to peel back the layers of her milky skin and take a peek at what lies beneath the smooth, silky surface.

“What are you going to do to me?”

“You know better than to ask me that.” I catch her left nipple between my thumb and forefinger and her breath catches.

I savor the staccato rise and fall of her chest and the soft swells of her breasts. The color from her cheeks flushes down her body, turning her nipples a dusty rose.

I want to seal this image of her in my mind and devour her at the same time.

Caught in my grasp, she looks fragile, like she might snap under the weight of her fear. The same fear that continues to fuel my desire.

I accepted long ago that I’m the type of fucked-up psycho who gets off on things like fear and terror. Such emotions are food for my soul and nourish my being.

I crave them from her the way a hungry wolf does meat. But there’s something I want more. Something I tasted when I kissed her the other week.

“Come here.” I guide her to my lips.

She comes to me and I brush teasing kisses along her mouth.

“Are you on the pill, little deer?”

“Yes,” she rasps.

“Good. You came prepared.”

“It’s for my skin.” Frowning, she tries to pull away but I slip my arm around her tiny waistline, holding her still.

“Skin or not, in my eyes you came prepared for me. Ready for me to corrupt you and wreck your pussy when I fuck you.”

Her lips part with another comeback but I crush my mouth to hers, stealing away her words.

I shove her up against the wall and kiss her hard and cruel, showing her exactly who I am.

Fuck. She tastes like honey and innocence and fear.

And there it is—the thing I’m looking for.

Her desire. There it is, right there in the way she kisses me back. It happens the moment she yields to me. The moment she sheds her resolve and accepts she wants the darkness. She wants me.

She hates to want me. The psycho. The vicious Knight.

She hates to submit to the thing that makes her want me and surrender to this insane chemistry between us. But no one can run away from the truth. Not even her.

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