Page 56 of Twisted Knight

“Nope, tonight is our night.”

We drove back to the condo and the closer we got, the more I felt the tension build in the car, to the point that my dick already started to swell in my pants.

That was also new to me, getting hard just at the anticipation to be in this woman.

I glanced toward her and noticed how tightly she pressed her thighs together, how she moved a little from side to side, seeking friction.

My dick hardened a little more knowing she was probably already soaking wet for me.

I could almost smell her arousal, and I could so perfectly picture it, her pretty pussy, slick with her need for me, her lips swollen with desire. I let out an audible growl as my dick pressed painfully against the zipper of my pants.

I was already out of my head with need for her. I had to remain in control. I could not unleash the beast on her.

She mattered to me; I couldn’t lose her.

We got out of the car, and she looked down at the bulge in my pants as we got into the elevator.

She walked to me and started to kiss me softly. I pulled her toward me, pressing my erection on her lower belly.

I grabbed her plump bottom lip between my teeth and bit, not hard enough to draw blood but enough to make her gasp.

I invaded her mouth, tasting her. I grabbed the back of her head, holding her hair in a tight fist, kissing her as if my life depended on it.

When the elevator beeped, I pulled her into the condo without breaking the kiss. I didn't think I could if I wanted to; she was my opium.

I finally broke the kiss when my lungs started to scream for air.

“Is it possible to come with just a kiss?” she asked, looking at me with unfocused eyes, her pupils dilated so much she looked high, and she was high with the same desire I had for her.

She let her hands trail down my shirt to my leather belt.

I grabbed her wrists to stop her. “I want you so much, but I'm scared to hurt you.” Especially now, especially knowing that she had been abused before. I wasn’t sure I could control the beast.

I knew with her it was different. Usually, my dick only reacted to tears, begging, and fear. With her it just reacted; it wanted her all the time. Fear was not necessary, but there was a roughness in me, no matter how much I wanted to be gentle, and I wasn't sure it was a part of me I could control in the heat of the moment. Fuck, I could barely control the beast now.

All I wanted to do was grab her by the hair, twirl her around, and bend her over the table before fucking her raw, like an animal until I came in her and over her, marking her like the caveman I truly was.

She pulled at my hold on her wrists. “I’m not a broken doll, Domenico,” she snapped before pursing her lips.

Oh… she was using my full name; I was walking a thin line here.

“No, Dolcetta, I-”

“Don’t make me regret talking to you.”

I grabbed her hand and kissed her palm. “I would never, but I want you so much. I don’t think I can control myself.”

She licked her lips slowly, keeping her sultry eyes on me. “Then don’t. Give me the beast, Dom. I can take it,” she assured, resting her hand on my bulge and squeezing.

“India…” I warned her.

“Show me the beast, Domenico.”

She’d done it; she unleashed him.

“You asked for it.” I pointed at the table. “Bend over and wait for me,” I commanded.

She pressed her legs together, biting the corner of her bottom lip. Could she actually enjoy it? I prayed to every god willing to listen that she did.

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