Page 54 of Ruined (The Knights of Ruin)

His jaw was tight, his mouth hard, and the look he gave me was unrelenting.

‘Yeah, and that’s what I mean by not trusting me. Do you seriously think I would ever leave you? I’ve been your friend for over twenty fucking years, Cat. Nothing’s ever going to make me go.’

It felt like he’d taken my heart in those big, warm, strong hands of his and was slowly squeezing it.

‘Sex changes things. Sex makes things—’

‘Don’t confuse this with what happened between your parents, or between you and that asshole Justin. This is different and you know it. Fuck, I’m different.’

Of course he was different. Rationally, I knew that. But emotionally I was so fucked up I couldn’t shake the sense that I was getting in too deep, that if I let him he’d overwhelm me. That I’d somehow end up being powerless and alone.

‘I know, but...’ I struggled to articulate it. ‘This chemistry between us... It’s kind of insane. And it scares me. I hate feeling out of control, and last night...what we did...’ I stopped, not wanting to say anything more.

Something intent and angry glittered in his eyes. ‘Have I ever once given you a reason not to trust me?’

‘I...’

‘Have I, Cat?’

My throat tightened, because no, he hadn’t. ‘It’s not you, Smoke. It’s me.’

His mouth hardened. ‘Say it.’

‘No,’ I croaked. ‘You’ve never given me a reason not to trust you.’

‘No, I fucking haven’t.’

Unexpectedly, he shifted beneath me, giving a subtle roll of his hips that made the denim of his jeans rub against my pussy and the hard outline of his dick push against my clit, making me shudder helplessly.

‘This chemistry is insane and I want it. What we did last night—I want that, too. Every goddamn night. And you know what else? If you trusted me, you wouldn’t worry about being a little out of control.’

The net of heat pulled even tighter over my skin, trapping me. ‘S-Smoke...’

‘Over twenty years and you still don’t trust me.’

His hold on my hips firmed and he exerted pressure, holding me down on his lap.

‘That means I’m going to have to teach you a lesson.’

He rolled his hips again, grinding slowly, making me ride the hard ridge of his dick, pressing it against my clit. I groaned as the unbearable pleasure began to ripple outwards and my face got hot. Everything got hot.

‘I want you out of control, kitten,’ he murmured, his breath feathering against my ear. ‘I want you screaming. I want you to lose it so that you understand I’ll always be there to hold you when you fall.’

His hips moved again, sending another electric jolt through me.

‘I’ll always be there to keep you safe.’

I gasped, desperate to pull away from the overwhelming sensation, but he held me down and all I could do was sit there as his hips rolled again, rubbing the rough denim against my achingly sensitive flesh, the ridge of his cock hitting my clit. Over and over.

Shaking, I lifted my palms and pressed them flat to his chest, tipping my head against his shoulder. But one of his hands tangled in my hair, pulling my head back instead, and his mouth covered mine in a hot, wet, open-mouthed kiss. The other slid over my hip to stroke the curve of my butt, his fingers trailing around and down to the inside of my thigh, his fingertips lightly brushing the slick folds of my pussy.

I groaned, feeling his fingers teasing as he ground against my aching clit, as he kissed me, slick and hot, nipping and biting, exploring my mouth with a single-minded mastery I had no hope of resisting.

Then those teasing fingers moved higher, to the crease of my ass, slipping between. I froze, every muscle clenching hard with shock, as he pressed one fingertip against the tight ring of muscle. But he didn’t stop, pushing and pushing, his finger sliding relentlessly inside me.

I shuddered, gasping into his mouth as an intense, dirty kind of heat swept over me, making me sweat. He kept moving his hips, rubbing his dick against my swollen, wet flesh, and the pleasure become sharp, like the point of a knife. His finger pressed deeper... The roll of his hips was faster. He bit my lower lip—enough that the hurt was a bright spot of pain—and that made the pleasure even sharper.

My thighs were trembling and I had to close my eyes, pushing against his chest, trying to pull away from the finger in my ass, only to press my clit harder against the rigid line of his cock. Stars burst behind my lids—pinpricks of light in the darkness.

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