Page 22 of Knights Game

“I haven’t told anyone.”

I’ve just fucking heard her do it.

Her hand comes up, and she pulls at my wrist, the instinct to fight finally kicking in. She writhes against me, and I’d be lying if my dick wasn’t twitching.

I tsk and drop my hand, taking a step back.

She doesn’t need to feel how affected I am by her, but looking at the state of her pebbled skin and erect nipples it would seem I’m not the only one. Her chest heaves as she rubs at her neck.

“Anyone else,” she says, “I haven’t told anyone else, and Katy won’t tell anyone.”

“Hmm.” At this point people usually drop to their knees and beg for forgiveness, but she’s got a stubbornness in her that I commend.

“You’re a fucking arsehole do you know that?” She balls her hands into little fists.

“I know.” I smile. “I also seem to remember you calling me that before.”

I tap at my lips while I assess her, her bikini clad body, her curvy hips, her slightly rounded stomach. Fuck she’s sexy. I want to grip those hips as she rides me and palm those amazing tits. “What am I going to do with you?”

“Nothing,” she says, crossing her arms. A layer of moisture from the steam coats her smooth, milky skin, and I’d love nothing more than to bend forward and run my tongue over it. “If you were going to kill me, you’d have done it already.”

I shove her into the wall, a whimper escaping her luscious lips as I knock the wind out of her.

“Don’t test me, sunshine, I’ve cut the tongues out of people who have said less to me than you just have. Don’t take my inaction as a free pass.”

“Do it then. Squeeze the life out of me,” she goads, bold as fucking brass. We’re nose to nose, and my grip is back around her throat, my other hand splayed over her waist, my thumb brushing the skin on her stomach.

The moisture making it easy to glide my thumb over her. One spot pulls my attention, raised skin leading to a silky softness running in a jagged pattern. I know a scar when I feel it.

“Or do you just enjoy wrapping your hand around my throat to give yourself a hard on.”

I lean in and take a deep breath. Her scent is different today, not as sweet, but still addictive, I run my nose along her neck to her ear.

“What would you do to me against the sink, Layla?” I whisper before dipping my tongue into her ear and sucking her earlobe into my mouth. The reaction is instant, her body arching into mine, her tits and hips thrust forward.

Fuck me.

All my blood rushes to my cock.

I’m treading a dangerous path here.

“Would you want me to sink my cock into your wet pussy? Pound you so you forget your own fucking name?” I pepper a gentle kiss against the pulse in her neck and lick it before running my nose back to her ear. “Is that what you’ve been thinking about the last two weeks as you push your fingers into your soaked cunt?”

I run my lips along her jaw, teasing and nibbling before pulling back, my grip still firm around her neck. I want to see her eyes. I need to see them.

She’s resolute.

My lips twitch but I push down the grin. Her chin is tilted in defiance, even as her pupils are dilated and wired.

Like a moth to the flame.

“See, sunshine. I’ll tell you a little secret.” I thrust my hips, grinding into her. An inhale of breath on a barely there moan is my only response. “I won’t kill you because I want to fuck you first. So, for now you’re safe. Run along, little one. Before I change my mind.”

I let go of her and step back, then do the opposite to the thing that I really want to do and reach for the door.

“You’re excused.”

She’s staring at the floor, but she gently turns her head to me.

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