Page 56 of Knights Game

Her fingernails rip at my skin, and I hiss as she draws blood. I lean into her, and with my spare hand plunge two fingers into her wet cunt.

Her eyes widen in shock, and I release my hold letting her take in some much-needed air before squeezing it again.

I lean forward, caging her, my mouth near her ear as the water pummels the back of my neck running down my body, its painfully hot. “Don’t fight me. Don’t fight this.” I release my grip again allowing her to get more air as I dip my tongue in her ear, and continue to fuck her with my fingers.

Her moans and mewls are like a drug, and the bucking of her body makes my cock even harder. If she would just fucking bend, she’d realise how much pleasure I can give her.

Just how much this deal could all work out in her favour.

Even with her added demands.

Her head drops back against the tiles as a wave of pleasure washes over her, and her eyes roll back. She moans deeply, my fingers hitting the delicious spot inside her. Her hands drop from my arm, and she rests them on my shoulder.

Submitting.

I release my hold, leaving my hand still gripping her neck, and as soon as she’s gathered enough air, she starts riding my hand.

I squeeze again.

Her eyes lock on mine, wide and fear filled but I nod, my eyes burning into hers.

“Do you want me to stop?”

I’ve got her, she’s got this.

She shakes her head, barely, but it’s there and I lean in and kiss her hard on the mouth and pull back so I can watch.

I continue working her and release my grip every so often to let her take a breath, then I grip tighter. I can see the moment she starts to panic, her eyes widen, her eyebrows knit together a moment before her face turns redder and confusion masks her beautiful features.

The pleasure I’m milking from her, adding in the lack of breath is creating a confusing erotic concoction. I increase the pressure of my plunges, and she falls, her throat constricting against my palm as she tries to scream as the orgasm hits, and I let go. She slumps forward, her arms gripping my shoulders, her head lolling forward as her body folds into mine.

And I catch her.

I’ll always catch her.

I keep her standing upright, as she sucks in huge gulps of air, her orgasm still abating. I lift her chin so her eyes meet mine and push her gently back against the wall.

“Yes, sunshine, now you understand.” Her eyes are large, filled with lust and confusion as she searches my face, and I crash my lips to hers.

I dominate her, pushing her body up the tiles as she wraps her legs around me instinctively. My kiss is messy, I’m desperate to swallow her moans, swallow her breath as she tries to get her rapid heart back under control.

But I’m a man fucking possessed.

One fuck to get her out of my system has done the opposite. I can’t kill her, not now. So, I’ll do the next best thing, I’ll make her mine.

It’s been hours.

She lies naked beside me, her chest rising and falling as she sleeps.

Her milky skin is smooth where the cover has slipped off her shoulder, she’s naked just like she was told to be, she’s burrowed into one side of the bed and the space between us is huge.

But at least she’s in my bed.

Where I can see her.

She moans and rolls onto her back, her beautiful tits spilling and pebbling as the cool air covers her, my eyes track down her sleeping form, falling onto the jagged angry scar that marks her otherwise perfect skin.

Moving closer I touch it, careful not to wake her. I run my fingers gently over it, smooth and rough, healed and broken. I still can't work out why no information can be found on the car crash.

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