Page 121 of Knight's End
It set me giggling. I reached my hand up toward his neck and ran my fingers through his hair.
“I love everything about you,” I whispered. “I love your humor, and your silliness. And your darkness, too.”
Quinn yanked my hands down and used his own hands to cuff mine behind my back.It's no use trying to seduce me, Your Majesty. I won't play your game!
"Why sir," I said coyly, "I have no idea what you’re talking about."
Mentally, I laughed.I thought we were having a torrid affair!
We’re playing all the games—affair, torture … the usual.Quinn winked.Now that I’ve thought about tying you up, I need to see it.
Quinn frog marched me toward a torch that flickered on the wall, lighting the steaming bath. Once we were in the circle of torchlight, he pressed my face gently against the wall. He held on to my wrists with one hand and used the other to unlace my gown from the front, dragging his fingers over my chest as my breasts spilled out.
Shite.He bent and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth, rolling the bud with his tongue. Then he released it and yanked at the lace, pulling it out of the dress completely.
He made quick work of tying my hands together and looping the tie over the wall sconce, effectively imprisoning me.
Then he snapped to attention, pacing back and forth, putting his hands behind his back and adopting a stern face. Only his dancing grey eyes gave him away. They sparkled with mischief.
You have no idea what I'm talking about, huh?
No.I turned my head to the side, in mock protest, a defiant prisoner.
He leaned into me.Look at me when I’m questioning you.
I met his gaze and an evil smile crossed his face as he let his hands come forward to cup my breasts.Still don’t remember what you’re accused of?
He tugged my nipples, sending a burst of heat right through me.
“No,” I breathed, arching my back, willing him to do more.
You lie,Quinn roared in my mind as he used his nose to trace down my neck.
My pulse pounded so hard that I became light-headed. Trussed up against a cold stone wall, sopping wet with warm water, my breasts and pussy exposed—it was the perfect combination. My body ached with need.
One of his hands dropped to my folds and he stroked me for a sweet, blissful second before turning away.
“No, wait!” I whimpered.
Quinn didn’t listen. He went to the tub and bent over it. When he came back, he had a pitcher of steaming water.
Tell me what I want to know!
I don’t know what you want to know!
He poured the hot water all over me, drenching me from head to toe. Then Quinn leaned in.
I suppose defiling the knights Declan and Ryan doesn't ring any bells?
I started. That was real—what he mentioned.
He shot me an image of Declan and Ryan both panting as they worked my body.
"You know about that?"
Watched the entire thing in your head.
My face flushed as he leaned closer. He grabbed my jaw with one hand and threw the pitcher to the side. It bounced off the wall with a metallic clang as Quinn roared,All a knight has is his virtue!
