Page 82 of Knights Game

She shivers, stepping away from me, and I miss her warmth. “He’s disgusting. I can still feel it on my cheeks.” She rubs at her face, and I step forward.

“Layla, stop.” I take her hand in mine, softly this time. I pull it away from her face and push her gently to the table. “Sit.” I reach over to her little diamante clutch bag and open it. Looking for the compact that I know she placed inside, I take it out and pop it on the table next to us.

Gently lifting her chin with my fingers, I guide her gaze to mine. “This is a long game. This is part one in a bigger plan. Remember that.”

Her legs are on either side of my body, grateful for the fucking slit in her dress. I kiss the cheek that the sick fucker licked.

“Don’t feel his tongue, feel me, feel my mouth, my lips.” I pepper kisses on each cheek, her neck, her forehead. I lick and suck at her pulse, at the spot I know makes her wild, and with each motion she relaxes.

As do I.

Her head drops each way, giving me full access, a soft moan releases from her lips.

“I’m sorry I left you. You will not leave my side for the rest of the night—you have my word.”

She pulls back, biting her lip as she searches my face then nods.

I breathe in her scent…the perfume she’s wearing is different tonight, sweeter, but her skin still has the vanilla and coconut scent I could bathe in.

Opening her compact I dab the powder onto the little sponge thing and apply it to her face. Re-applying the shimmery powder, I hope I’m removing any leftover traces of the sick fuck.

How dare he touch her.

She. Is. Mine.

“Luca,” she says while kissing me on the lips and I can breathe again. “Calm.”

“I am calm.” I plunge my tongue into her mouth, my lips moving against hers and she meets me with every thrust, with every nip.

And with each passing moment, my cock gets harder, and the rage subsides.

She pulls back and smiles, and I swear my heart skips a fucking beat.

“Liar,” she whispers and then pulls back, wiping my mouth with her thumb.

“Keep your lipstick there, I want everyone to know I’ve had your lips all over my mouth.”

“Do you want some other lips over your mouth?” She grabs my hand and runs it over her body, leading it down to where the slit in her dress is.

Eyes burning into mine, she’s seeing who breaks the contact first.

My fingertips graze her skin, and I almost explode there and then, but still, she guides me closer. She pulls her lip into her mouth and bites, smiling coyly as she pulls my fingers under the sheer material.

“You want to play, little lamb?” I say, trying to keep my composure and not tear the lace from her body. She holds my hand over her cunt, which is warm, soft, and bare. And I groan. “You weren’t lying.”

“You’d only put my underwear in your memory box.” She lets out a moan as I slowly run my fingers between her folds.

“Along with the fingers,” I reply pushing my index finger inside her.

“Fuck.” She holds my hand there to stop me from moving, her eyes rolling back into her head. I bend my finger and grin when she bucks against me, her hips gyrating.

I take her earlobe in my mouth. “Later,” I whisper and pull my hand out from under her dress and place my finger in her mouth. “Taste how sweet you are.”

She sucks and bites the tip before drawing my finger deeper, all the while her eyes blaze into mine. Hissing I pull out, then grab her cheeks and slam my lips onto hers and devour her hungrily.

Pulling back, her eyes are wide with lust, and I deserve a fucking medal for not bending her over and fucking her.

I rub my nose against hers before kissing her forehead.

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