Page 52 of Deviant Knight

Domenico shocks me when his left hand wraps around the small of my back while his other slips beneath Krishna’s T-shirt, his fingers easily sliding under the fabric of my panties as he squeezes and holds me against himself. I didn’t expect him to hug me back. I’m not sure what I expected, if anything, but it wasn’t that.

Now that the events of that night have started flashing back, they won’t stop.

I saw my father welding a gun in my direction, a triumphant smirk plastered over his chubby face like he’d won a prize, or a war. I’ll never get the sound of that shot out of my head for as long, or as short, as I live. The noise echoed against my eardrums even after Tony crashed into me, his weight throwing me backward and falling to the ground.

Sliding my hands onto the tops of his shoulders, I push away to look him in the eyes. “I know it doesn’t mean much, but I am sorry that . . .” My voice trails off as if my mind knows something is missing.

My eyes snap to my left hand, seeing my naked flesh missing the pear-shaped diamond.

I suck in my breath as realization fully sinks in.

He really is going to kill me.

And why shouldn’t he? It’s not my fault that Tony is dead, but I am the product of the person responsible. I share his DNA. Living and breathing only ensures that a part of Cormac Fitzgerald lives as well.

The only thing worse than killing me is throwing me back into the arms of the monster that raised me. The fate he has in store for me is one I wouldn’t wish on anyone. And after what I did . . .

Shivers skirt over my skin as my body begins to shake in fear.

The fingers roughly digging into the flesh covering my jaw rips me from my thoughts, forcing my eyes to go back to Domenico’s captivating stare. The pain in the back of my head ceases the moment our eyes lock.

“I have your ring,” he announces as his other hand pulls a chain out that had been hidden beneath his black dress shirt. My ring dangles from the end. “You kept scratching at it in your sleep. When I pulled it off, a rash was hidden by the band.”

That makes sense, I think to myself.

I nod my head so that he knows I heard him. When I’m about to explain that I don’t wear jewelry unless I have to because I’m allergic to certain metals or all metals, his lips fuse together with mine, stopping the words that were on the tip of my tongue and leaving me dumbfounded.

My lack of resistance is all Domenico needs to part my lips and glide his tongue over mine. There’s an unspoken claim pinging against my head as he explores my mouth. My brain finally catches up with the shock when he begins to retreat, spurring an urgency to chase what I’m not ready to let go of.

Slanting my head to the side, I follow his tongue, slipping between his smooth lips to tangle with his tongue once again. This kiss is better than the one he crushed against my lips after we said ourI dos. It’s lighter and sweeter but more intense. I can feel it down to the tips of my toes.

It’s him that pulls away from me this time. His gaze finds mine. “You make it so goddamn hard to be gentle with you.”

Gentle and Domenico are words that don’t fit together. I’m almost brave enough to tell him I prefer his aggressive side when Krishna steals my attention from Domenico. “Come here, kitten,” he beckons, and even from where I’m kneeling on top of the hospital bed, he has the air of a god swirling around his larger-than-life frame.

As if obeying him is second nature, I lower my butt to the bed, untangling my legs and placing them on the floor. My feet are covered in socks, but otherwise, I’m only wearing the strapless bra and matching black panties I put back on after I finished showering, along with the black T-shirt I found in Krishna’s clothes. Someone else must have brought me socks. They are mine, at least, I think they are.

Standing from the bed, my legs are unsteady, and for a brief second, I wonder just how long I was asleep, but then Domenico is at my side, grabbing my hand and pulling me over to where Krishna stands.

Bending his knees and lowering himself, he tilts his head to the side as the side of his index fingers tips my chin upward. Then his lips descend onto mine in the softest kiss I’ve ever been given, ever felt against my lips.

Without pulling away from me, Krishna says, “Dom is at two while I was at zero. He doesn’t get these silky lips all to himself. That wouldn’t be fair, now would it, kitten?”

If I was supposed to respond to his question, he doesn’t give me a chance as his lips press into mine, harder this time, and more demanding as he forces my lips apart with his tongue. He tastes different than Domenico but just as good. Where Domenico’s kiss was sugary sweet, Krishna has a tangy flavor that pops across my taste buds.

Jeezums, a girl could overdose on both of them together. They taste better than any whiskey I’ve ever had. Anything that’s ever graced my tongue before them is null and void. I’m not sure if they’re every woman’s dream come true or the best kind of nightmare.

Pulling away, Krishna straightens his spine while Domenico steps behind me, the front of his pants pressing against my butt. I can feel him through the thin material of both our clothes. He’s hard, and when I look down between Krishna and me, the front of his jeans aren’t flat against his crotch.

Snatching my chin between his fingers, the same as Domenico did a few minutes ago, Krishna squeezes my flesh in a firm grip, forcing me to look into his winter-blue eyes.

I gasp when his right hand squeezes my mound over the material of my underwear. Then he lowers his head back down until he’s kissing me again.

“If you ever get hurt again and do not tell me, I’m going to spank this pussy raw,” Krishna whispers into my open mouth, his blue eyes penetrating mine down to the center of my soul.

Krishna’s right hand slips around to my back, the tips of his fingers sliding inside and down the back side of my panties while Domenico’s right hand slips in from the front. Dipping his head so that his chin touches the exposed skin above the neck of the T-shirt I’m wearing, and his lips skim the shell of my ear. Then Domenico says, “And we’re going to tie you up naked so that you can’t touch yourself. You’ll be forced to watch us fuck each other for hours while being denied your own release. We’ll watch you squirm and your pussy drip for us, but you won’t be able to come for days if this happens again. Is that clear, little pet?”

They both reach my center simultaneously, pushing in two fingers each and lifting my feet off the floor at the same time they enter me.

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