Page 45 of Wicked Knight 2

“Belinda loves me.” He released me. “At least with her, I know she’s thinking of me when we fuck.”

“You slept with her?” I hit him square in the chest. “After you were with me? You went back to her.”

I shoved him with both hands, but he didn’t budge an inch. Instead, he grabbed both my wrists and pinned them behind my back. “I tried. But I couldn’t stop thinking of you. You’re in my head all the time. You’re…” He slid his thumb across my lips, looking at me with hunger in his eyes.

In the next beat, he captured my mouth in a heated kiss. When his tongue collided with mine, desire swirled at my core and made me forget why I had wanted to leave in the first place. We fell on top of the bed in a tangle of arms and legs as he removed my top, shoes, and jeans.

He tossed my pants aside, then braced his knee on the bed. My whole body trembled with anticipation as he removed his T-shirt and his belt. Jesus, the man was beyond hot with his bulging biceps and ripped abs. The ink on his skin reminded me how dangerous this version of Luca really was. But I didn’t care. I wanted him in the worst way.

With his chest rising and falling, he stared at my naked body. Did he want to punish me or fuck me? “I would bet you’re already wet for me.” He flashed me a knowing smile. “Show me.”

I let my legs fall open to expose myself. A rush of hot adrenaline spiraled through me and settled at my core. I was a puddle of want already, and all he had done was look at me.

“Show me how you touch yourself.” His gaze zeroed in on the spot between my legs. “Go on.”

I let out a soft moan as I rubbed my clit and spread my juices all over it. Like a storm, my orgasm began to gather deep inside me. I grabbed my own breast and pulled at my nipple while Maxim watched me intently. Just when I was about to come, he prowled toward me and nestled his face between my legs.

“My turn.” He licked the seam of my pussy lips, and then parted them with his tongue.

“Omigod.” I tunneled my fingers through his hair.

He sucked and nibbled so slow and with such precision that inside of a minute, I was ready to explode again. And once again, he left me hanging. Was this his plan? To bring me to the very edge of my orgasm, only to let it fade away.

“Does he make you feel like this?” He crawled on top of me with his huge erection hanging between us. “Does he set your body on fire like I do?”

“No.” I ran my hand over his chest and shoulders.

“Ask me.”

“What?”

“Say my name, princess. And ask me to fuck you.”

I was too far gone to care about pride. “Maxim, fuck me. Now.” I squeezed my eyes shut as a wave of desire flooded my soul.

“Look at me.” He plunged deeper into me as he ran his hand up my thigh and my butt cheek.

“I only want you.” I pressed my lips to his neck and shoulder, meeting his thrusts one for one.

When his body tensed, ready to climax, I wrapped my arms around him and unraveled along with him. After our orgasms were spent, neither one of us wanted to let go. He stayed on top of me, bracing his elbow next to me for support, laboring to catch his breath.

“What were you doing up at two in the morning?” I cupped his face and brushed my lips over his.

“Couldn’t sleep.” He ran his fingers down my cheek.

“Nightmares again?” I kissed him softly. “You can tell me.”

“It’s always the same dream.” He rolled off me and propped his head on the pillow. “It feels so real.”

I sat up and shifted my body to face him. Maybe there was a way to help him remember. But until he trusted me enough to tell me he had lost his memory, I couldn’t flat out tell him who he really was. For one, he wouldn’t believe me. But also, I was afraid the truth might make things worse.

“What happens in the dream?” I braced my hand on his stomach. “Sometimes our brains erase traumatic events in our lives. Or at least it tries to make us forget. Could this dream be a memory?”

“I doubt it. I get shot in the head every time. I see my brain guts all over the wall. There are three men there with me.” He rubbed the side of his face. “I think I get shot because I killed an innocent girl. In the dream, I know Ava is dead because of me.”

Ava Conti was Luca’s fiancée years ago. She was killed before they could get married. Luca spent months looking for her killer. When we finally figured out who’d done it, Luca went after him. I hadn’t been there when it happened, but my friend Enzo told me everything. He didn’t leave a single detail out.

Tears brimmed my eyes. Maxim was beginning to remember. This distorted dream was a memory. Luca didn’t get shot in the head. He shot Ava’s killer.

---