Page 63 of Charming Cruel Boys

There’s a part of me that aches for each of those things. And I realize as Knight is hovering over my body, his heated muscles rippling with the grinding of his hips, that I’ll never be truly complete without both of them.

My plan to corner Knight didn’t go so well, but as he seals his lips to mine and trails gentle fingers down my stomach toward my panties, I realize this is better. Instead of a rushed, possibly heated conversation in the locker room where anyone could walk in, we’ve got this. Just the two of us in the dark, using our bodies to express things our mouths won’t say.

Nipping his bottom lip and racing my hands across his abs to push down his sweatpants, I’m saying,I need this. I need you.

When Knight stands up, letting his pants drop to the floor, and fists his pierced cock while his eyes hold me hostage, I imagine he’s saying,I’m not strong enough to fight this anymore.

His heavy breathing is the only sound in my room as I slip off the bed, pull off my underwear, and drop to my knees. I wrap my hand around his dick, replacing the hold he had, and lick a slow circle around the tip, savoring the cool touch of the metal barbell on my tongue. Knight shudders and I smile against his skin as I trail my tongue along the hard length of him. Then I take him into my mouth, humming with pleasure as he hits my throat and pushes, forcing me to relax and take more.

Knight thrusts into my mouth, over and over, rolling his hips in a way that sends liquid heat shooting straight through me. I moan quietly and hollow my cheeks, snaking my free hand down to touch myself. The desire roaring in my veins is screaming to be released, and I absolutely cannot hold myself together a second longer.

Before I reach my clit though, Knight jerks back, leaning down and wrapping his hand around my throat. I never pictured myself as outrageously kinky, but fuck me, there is something about Knight collaring my neck that has obliterated everything I thought I’d never like. Those long, callused fingers have quickly become my new favorite necklace.

The possessive hold and passion burning in his eyes seem to say,no, no, only I get to make you come.

In seconds, Knight has me pinned on the bed, one hand tightening around my neck and the other fumbling through rolling on a condom.Where the ever living hell did he get a condom?I think as I watch the rubber mold over those delicious veins and shiny piercing. But the thought is swept away into the dead of night because in the next breath, he’s pushing forward.

There’s no gentleness or lovemaking like I sometimes experience with Duke.Although trust me, he knows how to rail me roughly into next week when he wants to.Knight doesn’t waste time easing into me and letting me get used to his considerable size. He pierces me in one brutal thrust, bottoming out with a legitgrowl. I didn’t think men in real life actually made that sound.

The moan that wants to escape is cut off by Knight’s fingers, tightening even more around my throat until my head buzzes with a pleasant hum. I can breathe, but just enough. But I don’t worry about the almost lack of oxygen because Knight is pounding into me like a man possessed, his lips hovering over mine, jaw slack and brows furrowed.

He grabs my thigh and pushes my knee to my chest, resting my foot against his shoulder. Rising to his knees, he changes the angle into something that has me seeing fireworks. With one hand around my neck and the other holding my thigh, he slows down, delivering deep, long strokes that rub that spot deep inside just right.

My orgasm takes me by surprise. The moment it peaks, Knight releases my throat and strums my clit with his thumb, drawing out the waves of ecstasy until I can’t take it anymore. With one, two more thrusts, he joins me over that cliff, groaning low in his throat and spilling into the condom.

A few breathless seconds tick by as we stare at each other. I hope the look in my eyes says,I’m falling for you. Please don’t hurt me.Knight flashes me a soft smile, seeming to respond,I won’t. Everything has changed.

At least, I hope so.

He eases out of me carefully, brushing his fingers across my jaw. Then he stands and turns his back to me, and my heart bottoms out, thinking he’s leaving, that this meant nothing, and he’ll return to being cruel tomorrow. But when he discards the condom and pull on his sweats before turning back to me, I relax.

With a lazy peacefulness, Knight walks back to the bed, nudges me until I slip under the covers, and lays down beside me. He wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me tight against him, breathing peacefully against my neck. “If this is all a dream, will you still want me in the morning?” he asks, so quietly I almost miss it.

“I’ll want you every morning,” I admit before sleep pulls me under.

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When I crack open my eyes with a yawn, my body is quick to remind me of the night before. The place between my legs is sore and my throat feels a bit tender. My surroundings drift in, and I giggle at Knight’s quiet snores behind me.

Turning over, I rest my head on my forearm and watch him sleep. Not in a creepy way. But it’s just so rare to see him relaxed and unguarded. I have to enjoy the moment because who knows when I’ll see it again.

A few moments is all it takes to have my mind running rampant with visions of the future. Of both Duke and Knight. Of the possibilities it could hold once we get away from this town and my father. We could move anywhere we want, close to whatever college Knight receives a football scholarship from. Because he will, I have no doubt about it. He’s a beast on the field. Even I know that much.

Duke could write music and have shows at the local bars and clubs as often as he likes, gaining the attention he needs to further his career. He’s so talented, it won’t take long for a record label to sign him.

I can get a Business and English degree from practically any university, so I’d happily follow the guys anywhere and work on my goals by their side.

We could be happy. Wewillbe happy. I know it.

Knight’s frantic whimper cuts off my train of thought. I snap my eyes back to him as he thrashes beside me, face contorted in agony. “No,” he mumbles desperately. “Please, no.”

I sit up as Knight whimpers and pleads, and my heart breaks into a million pieces.What do I do?Is it better to leave him to sleep through a nightmare and wake naturally or save him the torment and wake him now?

I get my answer in the next breath when Knight cries, “Don’t touch me!”

Reaching for him, I carefully cup his jaw in one hand and place my palm flat over his racing heart with the other. “Knight, wake up,” I beg. His eyelids flutter, but the nightmare pulls him back under, and he grabs my sore wrist, clutching tightly over the already bruising skin.

I hiss at the pain, trying to pull back, but he’s got a death grip on me. “Knight! Wake up. Open your eyes,” I order with a bit more force in my voice. When that does nothing, I whisper a quick apology and then slap him.

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