Page 64 of Hide and Seek
I nod and my cringe deepens, the guilt radiating out of me, daring him to question me.
“He fucked you?”
“More like I fucked him.”
His brow arches, and I clarify. “You saw me. I was drunk. Really fucking drunk, and when I saw him there, I had this moment of fear, but then he didn’t hurt me the night before, and I figured, if I played his little game, he’d get what he wanted and leave. I’d also gotten in my head that he might have been you.He’s tall and built, and I was thinking that if it were you, you would never have hurt me. So I went up to him, and just like in my room, he made me come, and it was so good, but then he went to leave and I—.”
“What did you do, Harper?”
“I pulled him back and said something about him having his fun and now it was my turn, and I took him over to one of those private booth things, and I just . . . did it all. I went down on him and just when he was about to finish, he grabbed me and straddled me over his lap, and I just went for it.”
“Fuck, Harper. You stole control of the game. You changed his rules.”
I drag my hands down my face and Knight pulls me into his arms, my face crushing against his strong chest. “What am I going to do?” I groan, my words muffled by his shirt.
“Well, for starters, let’s try not fucking the serial killer.”
“I’m so stupid.”
“Yeah,” he agrees. “Probably wasn’t your finest moment.”
I resist giving him a hard stare. Most men in his position would just agree with me to make things better, but not Knight. He doesn’t bother to hold back. He calls it as he sees it, and honestly, I like that in a man.
A heaviness settles over me like a torrential storm when Knight pulls back and wraps his big hand around the base of my throat, using his thumb to force my chin up, meeting his heavy stare. “I just have one question,” he murmurs, his tone dropping low as he holds me captive with those dark, tantalizing eyes.
“And what’s that?”
His thumb brushes along my jaw, and his touch makes me forget about everything else. “Did he make your legs shake the way I do?” he murmurs. “Does he fill you and make you scream the way I can? Does your tight little cunt squeeze him like you do to me?”
A grin pulls across my lips, and I lean in closer, desperately wishing he would close the gap between us. “That was three questions.”
“Answer,” he demands in that bossy tone that somehow always turns me on.
My thighs clench on the table, and I shake my head, my hand slipping up the front of his shirt, my fingers splaying across his warm skin. “Nobody feels like you do,” I tell him in a breathy whisper. “Nobody can fill me like you. Nobody can take me as deep as you do. He’s good, great even, but the way you make me come is unmatched. You destroy me, Knight. You shatter me like glass every time your hands are on my body.”
He leans in, his lips barely a breath away as his hands tighten on my thighs. “I don’t know what the fuck this is, doll. But you belong to me. Understand that. You will never be his, no matter how hard he fucks you, how many times he sneaks into your bedroom and makes you come on his fingers. You’re mine.”
I suck in a breath, his words capturing me in a chokehold. As his chest heaves with anticipation, he moves in closer until his lips brush past mine. Just as I go to melt into him, the startling realization of the surveillance cameras giving my stalker a bird’s-eye view right into this moment terrifies me.
“No,” I rush out, shoving him away.
Knight stares back at me, his brow arched. “No?”
“We can’t do this here,” I tell him, panic rising in my chest because it might already be too late. “The cameras. He’s watching everything I do, and I won’t put a target on your back like that. You said it’s a pattern, and if that’s right and he’s watching you with your hands all over me . . . I can’t have you show up in a body bag on my table.”
Knight steps right back into me, gripping my hips and pulling me right to the edge. “You think I’m scared of some assholeplaying a children’s game?” he questions. “I know what I want, Harper, and he’s not about to keep me from taking it.”
I swallow hard, desire pulsing through me like liquid gold. “I’m just trying to protect you.”
His eyes soften, and his hand returns to my neck, his thumbs brushing across my jaw. “I appreciate that, but I don’t need your protection. I’d rather you be vigilant in watching your own back. I can handle myself and you at the same time.”
I shake my head. “It’s a two-way street, Knight. I feel the same way. I’ve always been independent. I’ve never needed to rely on anybody. I don’t like feeling like a pathetic damsel who needs her sexy SWAT officer to rescue her. It makes me feel weak.”
“Are you asking me to back off when it comes to this guy? Because I can’t do that.”
I let out a heavy breath. “I know,” I murmur. “But I just need you to understand where I’m coming from and why I sometimes find it hard to open up. Hell, even why I pushed so hard against exclusivity. I need that independence.”
“Speaking of. If your relationships are a threat, you need to let this other guy know.”
