Page 33 of To Curse A Knight

Killer Lane:I’ll be there for 9. Bring wine.

The wash of relief that came over me felt like a wave of cool, soothing air. Three hours—three hours until I could disappear into her body.

I could hold off breaking something until then.

My delicious release was waiting for me, her sultry form laid out on the king bed like an erotic buffet, her body barely covered with a black lace and satin teddy.

Black was my favorite color on her. She’d tied her silky blonde hair up into a high ponytail on top of her head, the perfect thickness to hold her in any position I wanted.

I wasn’t wasting any time on introductions or pleasantries. I toed off my shoes and tossed my suit jacket onto the chair as I stalked toward her. I wrapped my hands around her hair and yanked her upright. Her body went limp in my arms, pliant and ready for a command as the stormy blue of her eyes caught me through lustful lidded lashes.

So, I issued our command.

“Submit.”

The starting word told her what I needed from her, and if she agreed, she simply did it. Submitted to me, wholly and entirely, for the duration of our session. I released my demons into every yielding hole of her body while she released her worries by following my every order.

A mutual give-and-take of erotic desecration. I’d never come so hard as I did when Hillary allowed me such control over her, so sweetly and willingly, all pretense of our power struggles in the real world forgotten.

Her shoulders relaxed further and the blue irises darkened to navy. “I submit,” she murmured. Her breath hitched when I cupped her pussy in my other palm.

The soaked fabric was hot against my skin, her swollen lips aching to be touched. I tore the black fabric with one forceful pull and pressed two fingers into her, relishing the glide of my fingers through her needy heat.

Thoughts of Aaron pounding into this pussy broke through my distorted haze of lust and violence.

“Have you been thinking of me, Killer?” I brushed my lips over the shell of her ear as I tightened my grip on her ponytail. “Are you soaked from thoughts of me destroying this pussy?”

I brought my thumb up to her clit and massaged the sensitive nub gently, stretching my fingers inside of her and stroking her walls with rhythmic curls of my knuckles.

“Or”—I pulled her against my chest, and moved my hand down to grip the back of her neck, squeezing with enough pressure to hold her in place—“Were your thoughts of Rodriguez fucking you with his massive cock?”

She froze and her eyes widened. I could see the calculation behind those intelligent blue screens. I saw the momentshe concluded correctly that I’d watched her little tryst with our captive, and was choosing to fuck her, anyway. A single brow cocked in defiance and I wasn’t disappointed when she took my bait.

Her smile was sweet and poisonous, like oleander; her response stilted with shudders with every pass of my fingers inside of her.

“I was thinking of his massive cock fucking me from behind—ahhh—while you drove your massive cock into me from the front. I was—ohhhh—imagining you driving into Aaron as hard as you fucked Lucky—fuuuuck—while I watch from my little perch with a dildo.”

Fuck, the mouth on her. My Killer could only stay compliant for so long.

So, truly no secrets between us, then. The four of us were caught in some weird fuck fest, and no one seemed to have an issue with it.

I ignored my dick as it swelled even further at the thought of Aaron’s ass pulling my cock inside him. I had enough problems to worry about.

Jerking my fingers out of her, I shoved her down off the bed and onto the floor, lifting her head up to face my swollen crotch.

“You’re going to pay for that one, little Killer.” Unzipping my pants, I shucked them down my thighs, freeing my cock from their confines. She was so close, the stiff head slapped her cheek, leaving a pearl of pre-cum along her chin.

“Take your fingers and stuff them into your cunt,” I commanded, reaching for my cock and pushing the head against the seam of her lips. “I’m going to fuck your face while you fuck yourself, and I’m not stopping until you’ve creamed all over the floor.”

That sweet smile came again when I shoved into her mouth, the heat enveloping me with the most satisfying suction. Gripping both sides of her face, I held her there, pushing as deeply into her throat as I could get. She hollowed her cheeks for me, dribbles of saliva dripping down her chin, waiting for permission to breathe.

I didn’t need to control another human being to feel like a man—but Hillary relinquishing her tightly held composure to me gave me a thrill nothing in this world could compare to.

The billionaire heiress who took no prisoners allowed me the briefest moment to take her prisoner, trusting me to satisfy both of our needs. I’d taken out gang leaders, killed in cold blood, faced down some of the shittiest scum of the earth, but this – this was the ultimate feeling of power.

Without warning, I pulled back, giving her one solitary second for air, before shoving back in just as forcefully. I looked down to watch her delicate fingers enter her cunt and circle her clit with the moisture, the bottom half of her writhing in pleasure while the top half of her braced to take my cock.

A harsh growl escaped me before I could contain it, unleashing the beast inside desperate for an escape. I claimed her mouth without mercy, thrusting hard and fast, jolting her body against the bedframe behind her. Tears streamed down her cheeks; her skin blushed from flushed pink to fiery red as she came closer and closer to orgasm. When her body snapped, I quickly pulled out, lifted her from the floor and onto the bed, and tossed her into the cushions.

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