Page 56 of About Last Knight

I turn and give Declan a knowing look. “See? You can trust me, so there’s no need to go crazy. No need to piss around and mark your territory like an animal.”

Rayne and Grant laugh. Declan nods his head, but his eyes say something else.

He pulls me close to his body and throws my leg over his under the table, spreading my legs wider. I try to pull it away, but he grabs my thigh and holds it in place. He turns to me and subtly shakes his head as if to tell me not to defy him.

I wish this behavior didn’t turn me on, but I can’t deny that it does. The way he handles my body, as if it belongs to him, does things to me.

We continue chatting with Rayne and Grant, but Declan gradually moves his fingers up the inside of my thigh. As he reaches my panties, he moves them aside and sinks two fingers inside of me.

My eyes open wide and I swallow hard. I turn my head to him and he smiles innocently as if this isn’t going on under the table.

He pumps his fingers in and out of me, with his thumb moving in circles over my clit. I attempt to stay focused on the conversation, but he’s making it difficult.

I grab his thigh with my nails as my orgasm is about to hit, but he quickly withdraws his hand. I gasp.

Rayne looks at me. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I just spilled a little water.” I pretend to wipe something off my leg.

Over the course of the next hour, he does the same thing to me three more times. I’m a complete mess. I remain on the cusp at all times. I’m starved for the orgasm that he keeps depriving me of. I’ve never had this done to me. I’m furious and frustrated.

I’ll go take care of this problem myself. When he’s distracted, I pull away and stand. “I’m running to the restroom.”

Declan stands. “I have to go too. I’ll come with you.”

We walk toward the restroom. As we get close, he shoves me in, locks the door, and then pushes me against it. He kisses me hard as I wrap my legs around him, lock my ankles, and rub against him. I’m so desperate for the release he’s teased me with for the past hour.

He pulls his mouth away. “If I don’t want men looking at you, that’s the way it will be.”

I bite his lip. “I can’t believe you edged me. I’ve never in my life had a man do that to me. It’s torture.”

“It’s torture for me to watch men ogle my property.” He bites my lip back. “You’re my property. You better get used to it.”

God, he turns me on. I try to rub against him harder, but he pulls his hips away from mine. “You want your orgasm?”

“Yes. Give it to me. Now!”

I grab his shirt to pull his mouth back to mine, but he pushes me away and places my legs on the ground. “Then be a good girl and get on your knees and suck my cock.”

He takes a step back, unbuttons and unzips his pants, and pulls out his big dick. He gives it a few pumps and looks at me in challenge. “You’ll get what you want, when I get what I want.”

My mouth opens wide as I stare at him in shock. He’s legitimately crazy. And I must be legitimately crazy too, because I want to suck his cock right now. I look at him stroking himself and feel my body ignite. I’m practically gagging for it.

I know this is a pivotal point in our relationship. This is a control moment. He’s exerting his control. He’s showing me who’s boss. I either acquiesce and tell him, or rather show him, that he’s the boss, or I refuse him and take back some of the control.

I’m torn. I can’t let him act crazy like this all the time, but I know I’m also insanely attracted to his crazy. So, I do what any deranged woman would do. I drop to my knees and grab his cock.

I give him a few pumps as I slowly lick the tip with my tongue. The second I slide him deeper into my mouth, he reaches down, pulls me up, turns me around, lifts my dress, pulls down my panties, and impales me.

I yell out.

The bastard just wanted me to give into his control. I’m literally dripping at the notion.

I place my hands on the wall as he grabs my hips and hammers into me over and over. I push onto him as I’m clawing at the wall. The pleasure quickly builds to the breaking point.

I’ve been so worked up. I’m so damned turned on. After only a minute or two, I finally get the orgasm I’ve been chasing for the past hour.

As soon as I come, he does too, on an unnecessarily loud grunt, clearly intended to let anyone standing outside the bathroom know what he’s doing to me in here.

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