Page 52 of Wicked Knight

He likes what I’m doing, so I take more of him inside my mouth and suck.

Lacing his fingers through my hair, he pushes more of his cock into my mouth, deep-throating me.

His cock hits the back of my throat, setting off my gag reflex, but I control it by loosening my jaw and turning my head. Then he starts moving inside my mouth, fucking my throat.

“Fucking hell, Mackenzie.”

He thrusts in and out in long, hard strokes, groaning from deep within his chest.

Tears stings my eyes from the impact of his cock, but I melt into his dominance, taking what he’s giving me and giving him what he wants.

His reaction fuels me and knowing that I’m finally the one giving him pleasure.

I could relish in the sound of his groans and the way he’s looking at me—like only I can please him—forever.

I feel when he’s close to coming. His cock stiffens, pulsing in my mouth.

I want him to come undone and unravel in my grasp like he did to me.

Sucking harder, I take him deeper, and he comes. Hot cum floods my mouth then sprays onto the back of my throat.

That taste of power fills me, along with raw masculinity. I take it all, and then I swallow.

The satisfied look that spreads across his face as he watches me swallowing his cum is something I’ll never forget.

He allows me to clean him off then pulls out of my mouth and takes my arm to guide me to stand.

He catches my face, and that menace flows back into his eyes. “You know what happens next, Spider.”

“Yes, Scorpion.”

“I’m clean. I’m not wearing a condom. Not with you. I want to be bare inside your cunt. And I won’t be gentle. Not with you.”

“I’m on the pill, and I’m clean, too.” The last time I was with anyone was several months ago. It was a stupid one-night stand weeks before I signed up for the Valkyrie auction. I was never with Kyle. At that point, I had the man holding me on my mind and couldn’t think of being with anyone else.

The ghost of a smile flickers across his face. Then we both freeze when we hear the locker room door opening.

Footsteps follow and stop by the pillars where we were.

“Dmitri,” comes the low, deep voice of Maxim Valneko, Dmitri’s father.

Holy. Fucking.Shit.

Dmitri’s eyes goes wide, then rage fills them, reminding me of a wild animal.

I shudder, the air becoming too thin. Every breath I take is a struggle as my chest tightens with the weight of terror.

God in heaven. Of all the people to come by now, it had to be him?

“Dmitri.”

The two of us glance through the door glass part of the door and see that his father has picked up Dmitri’s jersey.

We may have been able to get away with pretending we weren’t here if not for that. His boots aren’t far.

“Dmitri?” Maxim’s voice is louder.

“Hey, I’m in here,” Dmitri calls back, pulling me flush against him and cupping the back of my head to his chest, as if protecting me.

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