Page 50 of Wicked Knight

I tried to break free and failed. Now he’s guiding me back to that place where I won’t be able to resist him.

He pushes me up against the wall, and we kiss under the spray of the shower.

His hands slide down my neck to feel up my breasts, then my ass, and a pang of pleasure shoots through me, sending the nest of butterflies living in the pit of my stomach into a frenzy.

This possession of his kiss clears away all worries, and I don’t want to think of all the reasons why we shouldn’t be doing this.

I want to think of me. Myself.

What I want.

I’ve always known the answer to that question. The answer keeps coming back to me.

Him, him, him.

Desire screams the answer through my head like a chorus, and I know that no matter what I said about right and wrong and all my worries about his father,I’m going to let him take me. Screw the consequences.

I feel like I’m owed. Like life and the universe owe me this guy. So, why fight?

Dmitri pulls back, his eyes darker, then all the words dry up in my mind when he shoves his pants and briefs down his legs, revealing his huge, thick, very erect cock.

It’s so hard and erect it’s curved into an arc with precum beading at the tip. And it’s huge.Huge.

Oh God. This is it.We’re doing this now. He’s going to fuck me, and I’m going to let him. And everything will be different.

The tightness in his jaw increases when he flexes his hand around his length, making it grow even bigger.

“Do you know what I want to do now?” He continues rubbing his cock up and down, tantalising my nerves.

“What?” The word falls from my lips on a raspy breath.

“Fuck you hard up against this wall. But I want play with you first.”

His raw words send dangerous heat scorching through me, and the lust in his eyes steals my senses.

He reaches for the hem of my top and tugs on it. “Take this off. Show me your tits.”

Like I’m under a spell, I obey, lifting my top over my head and undoing my bra so that my breasts fall free.

They are not as big as the girls’ I’ve seen him with, but I’m bigger than most dancers. Usually, I’m confident in my body, but I’m with Dmitri.

This is the first time I’ve ever felt conscious of myself and like maybe I don’t measure up to what he’s used to. But the ravenous look in his eyes sets me straight.

He’s staring at me as if I’m some kind of goddess and like he’s worshipping every inch of me.

“You’re beautiful,” he husks, his voice low and warm enough to ignite that fire in me again.

“Thank you…”

“No, Spider, thank you.”

He leans forward and traces his tongue across the top of my breasts, leaving a line of fire in his wake. Then his large hands are squeezing my breasts, his thumbs rolling over the hard peaks of my nipples and making them harder.

I moan from the pleasure, already lost in his greedy touch.

“I’ve been dying to suck on these for years,” he grates out, then his mouth closes over my right nipple and he sucks.

His tongue grazes across the taut peak, sending shivers of molten pleasure through my body from head to toe. He sucks and strokes, knowing exactly what to do with his mouth to have my body under his control.

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