Page 36 of Deviant Knight

“Faster, Ciera. We don’t have all fucking night,” I bark in a low tone, instantly regretting my words when her hurt eyes snap to mine.

I will crush her self-doubt if it’s the last fucking thing I do before I die, I vow to myself.

She increases her pace as I lean against Dom. Moving my left hand, I place my cold glass against the back of his neck, and then I flex my fingers on my other hand, making my nails drag against his sensitive flesh hidden within his underwear.

“Come for kitten,” I whisper close to his ear, unsure if she can hear me. “Her soft hand feels good, doesn’t it?”

He doesn’t respond other than his jaw hardening.

“Don’t answer. I know it does. She’s had those silky hands on my dick already.” I lean forward more, the front of my pants pressing against his hip bone, forcing him to feel how hard I am. “Stop fighting it, Dom. You know you need to come.”

Flattening his palms on the bar, his hands slide back until he can grip the edge, then his chin dips, followed by his head lowering to watch her hand pump his thick dick.

Tilting my head so that I can see Ciera but also remaining close enough for Domenico to feel my words on the side of his face, I say, “My dick is a bit longer than his, but he’s thicker. Wouldn’t you agree, kitten?” I don’t wait for a response, as it was a rhetorical question. Leaning back over so that my lips touch the shell of Dom’s ear, I add, “If you don’t fucking come, I will grab her by the hair and force your dick down her pretty little throat. Come, motherfucker.”

I twist and place my beer on the counter as Domenico’s body constricts. Pulling my hand out from inside his pants, I fist his shaft below where Ciera’s fingers are wrapped tightly around his dick. Keeping pace with her, I work my fist up and down with hers. This time, we both jerk him off.

His breathing becomes labored, and his trimmed fingernails look like they’re digging into the wooden bar top. When his body shows signs of the slightest shudder, I know he’s coming, but I also know he’s trying to control his reaction.

“You’ll bleed before the night’s out for this bullshit,” I promise, not bothering to whisper.

Lifting his head, he pulls air in through his mouth and then forces it back out in a violent breath.

“Now, taste Ciera’s lips,” I order, slapping him on the back. His back straightens, his orgasm having come and gone.

“No,” he spits, his tone seething, then he turns his head and looks at Ciera for the first time since she and our sisters arrived. “I’ll take her mouth after I slide a ring on her finger and she says, I do, giving me ownership of not just her body, but her mind too.” There’s a pause the length of a heartbeat before he continues. “Remember, I gave you the opportunity to run. You should have taken it, pet.”

He only calls her that when he’s working overtime to get under her skin, and she falls for the trap every single time. Her green eyes flash, then they harden as her nostrils flare with anger. She’s about to say something snarky, but when she snatches her hand from Dom’s dick, he grabs her wrist, wrapping his fingers around her skin.

Lifting her hand, he says, “You’ve made a mess. Clean it up.”

It’s then I notice the droplets of cum coating the area between her thumb and index finger.

She only hesitates the length of a breath before her ginger-covered head descends, her lips wrapping around her flesh as she sucks her hand clean of his cum. Of course, there’s a bigger mess running down the bar wall where the rest of his release landed.

I can practically hear his heartbeat skip from where I’m standing, a thrill shooting up my spine at how we do affect him, even if Ciera doesn’t see it.

Once he stuffs himself back into his dress pants and zips himself up, Dom snatches his pint glass and tips it to his lips, swallowing half the glass of amber liquid in record time.

“Hey, big bro,” Sienna says, announcing her presence.

Turning to look at his sister over his shoulder at the same time my sister, Ren, and Matteo walk up, he cocks an eyebrow, waiting for her to continue. Rick is nowhere in sight, but that doesn’t bother me in the least. I don’t care for the douchebag. He trains at the same dojo Dom and I do, but we aren’t friends like he and Dom are.

“I told Dad, but I thought you should know too. The police commish showed up while we were at Ethan’s place. He was looking for her.” Sienna nods her head in Ciera’s direction as alarm bells sound off in the back of my head.

Turning one hundred and eighty degrees, he faces Ciera. “Why the fuck didn’t you tell me that when you first got here?” Sliding off his stool on Ciera’s side, he straightens his spine and then stares down at her, making her crane her neck to look him in the eyes. “What are you hiding, little girl?”

CHAPTER 20

DOMENICO

When she doesn’t answer me in an acceptable timeframe, I step forward, forcing her to back up, but she jerks and her back collides with the back of the stool behind her. Ciera’s brows pinch together, but her jaw locks from clamping her teeth together, showing me that she’s forcing herself to lock the pain inside.

Reaching for her by the waist, I pull her forward, then run my hand behind her back and against her spine, attempting to soothe the ache where I know I caused her to hurt herself. It’s the only reprieve I’m giving her because my eyes are telling her that if she doesn’t answer me in the next three seconds, I will snatch her by the throat and cut off her air supply until she learns to use her voice again.

“I don’t have time for games with fucking children. Answer me, Ciera.”

“Dom,” Si calls out, but I ignore my sister. She needs to butt out.

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