Page 43 of Ruined (The Knights of Ruin)

Again the order was soft, yet there was no denying the authority of it. I found myself doing exactly what he said, dropping to my knees in front of him.

It seemed like years since the night I’d come here and found him getting blown by that woman. When my mind, the traitor, had wondered what it would be like to be that woman.

Now I was going to find out.

The thought made me dizzy.

He lowered one hand and slid his fingers along my jaw. I shivered.

‘You know what to do, kitten.’

I swallowed and reached to undo the top button of his jeans. My hands were shaking, but somehow I managed it. He put his own hand over mine, directing my fingers, helping me draw the zipper down.

Oh, Jesus. I was going to do this right here, in the hallway, where anyone could find us. Just like I’d found him a week ago. Maybe I was drunk... Maybe I was stoned. Maybe I was insane.

Maybe this is just what you’ve always wanted...

His fly was undone now, and I could see his cock pressing against the black cotton of his boxers. He was hard.

I felt weirdly disconnected from myself as he guided my hand inside his jeans, using his free hand to pull down the cotton. Then my fingers were sliding over his cock, lifting him out, and he was long and thick and hard. God, so hard.

Someone was panting. It was me.

I took him in my fist. His skin was hot and smooth and it felt like velvet. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d wanted to taste something so badly in all my life. He guided my fingers up the length of him, and half of me was already a little insane with desire. The other half was horrified at what I was doing. His hand tightened around mine, making me squeeze him, but it was my thumb that rubbed over the slick head. The feel of him was so good.

Dimly something screamed at me that this was Smoke, my best friend, and that sucking your best friend’s dick was pretty much guaranteed to ruin a perfectly good friendship. But I couldn’t seem to think about why that was.

‘Look at me.’ His voice had deepened, become thick and hoarse.

I obeyed, letting the darkness and the flames in his eyes wash over me, consume me.

‘Suck me, Cat,’ he ordered.

So I leaned in, inhaling the musky, woody scent that was all Smoke, and I opened my mouth, touched my tongue to the head of his cock, licking at him delicately. The salty flavour of him burst on my tongue and I heard the sudden harsh intake of his breath.

‘No. Put my cock in your mouth.’ There was a desperate edge to his words now. ‘Fucking do it, kitten.

I didn’t hesitate, responding to him on the most basic level, taking him in as deep as I could, the size of him stretching my mouth wide, letting him nudge the back of my throat.

He groaned. The sound was a caress, like he’d run his hand right the way down my naked body. It was the most unbelievably erotic thing I’d ever heard and I wanted more of it.

I gripped his cock harder, squeezing as I sucked him, using the pressure, using my tongue, taking him even deeper.

‘Cat...’

The sound of my name was threaded through with hunger. He took his hands out of his pockets and pushed his fingers into my hair, holding on so tight that prickles of pain erupted all over my scalp. Hairpins fell onto the floor as the weight of my hair fell out of its loose bun and slowly down my back. I didn’t care.

He was holding me the way he’d been holding that woman, directing me the way he’d directed her. And the look in his eyes was the same—intense and so hungry I nearly caught fire.

‘You know...who I was...thinking about...when you saw me with her?’

He knew what I was thinking about. Of course he did.

‘You, kitten. I was thinking about...you...’

Shock coursed through me.

Me. He’d been thinking about me.

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