Page 6 of Wicked Knight 2

The nightmare was always the same—a gun to my head, and a cacophony of voices telling me she didn’t deserve to die. In my dream, I somehow knew she was innocent. I begged for my life. I hated how I sounded like a fucking coward, pleading to the man on the other side of the barrel. And then it came, the bang, the blood everywhere, and darkness.

I held my breath, waiting to wake up in a panic, but the release didn’t come. Instead, I was in another place that felt so much like home. The doorbell rang and I answered it. My heart raced at the sight of Donata Salvatore at my door. She was breathtaking, and for some reason, angry at me. Her anger fueled my desire for her. When I reached for her waist, she didn’t recoil in disgust. Instead, she melted into me.

“Is this why you came here?” I kneaded her perky breasts then slid my hand down to her sex.

The short skirt gave way under my touch so easily, it set my skin on fire. I wasn’t ready to show her what I had in store for her. But what would it hurt to give her a small taste. I stepped into her circle until our bodies were pressed together. Her breath hitched, and I cupped her mound, feeling the wet that had already soaked through her underwear. Fuck me. I walked toward the sofa, past the foyer, taking her with me, caging her with my body.

“How many fingers?” I moved the wet fabric out of the way.

“How dare you?” She glared at me with pride and fire in her eyes. “What game are you playing?”

“Tell me to stop.” I challenged her, then plunged two fingers into her pussy.

I had meant to taunt and tease her, but the slickness of her walls sent a ribbon of lust through my body. Fucking her senseless was all I could think about, to hell with my revenge. I needed to be inside her in the worst way possible. She was easily the most beautiful creature I’d ever seen. And she was mine. Only mine.

“Fuck me. Please.” She writhed on my palm as if she were in pain.

I felt the same agony. To be so close and yet not close enough. Before I changed my mind about what Donata deserved, I drove my fingers deeper into her cunt. I pulled out then thrust in again.

“I want to see you come,” I whispered in her ear while I continued to finger-fuck her.

“I can’t.” She glanced up, bracing her arms on the sofa.

Sprawled like this, she gave me access to all of her. My mouth latched on to her nipple, pushing angrily against her top. I sucked on it as if my life depended on it. I was so close to exploding in my pants. But I didn’t dare stop my assault on her sex. I needed to give her this.

“Omigod.” Donata let her head fall back, murmuring a string of incoherent curses. “Don’t stop.” She begged me as her heart drummed fast against my cheek. Her hot skin felt like pure silk under my touch. Her surrender was complete.

“I’m going to break your heart.” I cradled her neck while I worked my belt loose, then pulled on it to remove it. My zipper came next. I had to free my cock. Never had I ever been this hard before. “Eyes on me, Princess.” I plunged into her with all the desire I felt.

I rode her hard and without mercy. When our mouths collided in a frenzy of arms and lips, the inferno at my core finally gave way. It rushed through me like wildfire. Up until now, nothing had satiated this thirst that long ago crawled into my soul to stay.

Wave after wave of pleasure erupted from our connection. My raging cock and her wet pussy refused to let go of this conflagration. It didn’t matter that the whole world around us could go up in flames because of us. We’d earned this sweet release.

“Jesus fuck, Donata.” I nibbled on her neck as I slowly came down from my high.

What had I done? It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I wasn’t supposed to lose control. I was supposed to punish her. I placed a finger under her chin and pressed lightly to make her meet my eyes. I wanted to explain to her that what we had done had been a mistake. That it didn’t mean anything.

“Go home, Ms. Salvatore.”

You’re my dirty little secret.

My eyes flew open. I was back in my suite with my cock in my hand and my heart thumping in my chest. There was cum all over the sheets, and my head pounded like a motherfucker.

“What the hell was that?” I muttered in the dark.

Donata is the enemy. Nothing more.

I kicked the covers off me and headed for the bathroom. I ran the water in the shower stall, then strode to the sink to rummage through my medicine cabinet. I was down to the last three capsules of ibuprofen. Glancing down at my still fully erect cock, I popped all three in my mouth and swallowed.

While in the shower, a plan began to take form. The kidnapping of the mafia princess couldn’t wait. It had to be tonight before Slava ran his mouth and the other crews found out about Papa’s plan.

I poured body wash into a washcloth and wiped the sweat and that fucked-up dream off me. It had been so real. I could still taste her mouth. My skin sizzled in all the spots where she touched me. My erection stiffened even more. I gripped it and pumped a few times. Oh fuck. Bracing my free hand on the tile, I let my head hang while I considered if I should keep going.

Her moans when she climaxed echoed in my ears.

“What the fuck?” I hit the lever to cut off the hot water.

I forced myself to stand there and welcome the icy punishment. It was one thing to dream of her. And a whole other to rub one out thinking of her while fully awake. When my cock finally conceded defeat, I shut off the water and stepped out.

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