Page 60 of Ruined (The Knights of Ruin)

I blushed even harder—which was ridiculous. I’d heard him say worse stuff. Then again, it was never usually me he was talking about when he referred to fucking.

‘Well, we’ve done that now, so—’

‘What?’ he demanded, his brows rising almost up to his hairline. ‘We’ve “done that”? I don’t fucking think so. I’ve got a lot of fantasies where you’re concerned, Cat, and they don’t include one vanilla missionary on the couch.’

I swallowed, feeling self-conscious and out of my depth. My sex life so far had been nothing to write home about, but it had been okay. I’d never had a lover like Smoke before—a man who took what he wanted. Who was raw, uninhibited and completely unselfconscious about anything. I was not any of that.

One corner of his mouth turned up, as if he’d read my mind. ‘What? Still scared?’

‘No, of course not,’ I replied hotly, and he laughed at my rise to his obvious bait. I hit him lightly on one muscular shoulder. ‘Don’t be such an asshole. This is new for me. I need a bit of time to come to terms with it. I mean, you only just told me you’ve apparently wanted me for years.’

The wicked look on his beautiful face made my heart turn over in my chest.

‘You don’t need time,’ he said.

And before I could say another word, he’d flipped me over onto my front, with him hot and hard and heavy pressed to my back.

‘All you need is more of my fucking cock.’

I took a startled breath as his hand came down on the back of my neck, gently but firmly urging my head down onto the couch cushions, turning my face towards the door.

‘You always have an answer, don’t you?’ My voice was starting to get husky... My heartbeat was speeding up.

‘That’s because I’m always right.’

He kept his hand there as his arm slid under me, pulling me up onto my knees, my butt in the air.

‘I mean it, Smoke. I need time and—’

I broke off as he pushed his knees between mine, making me widen my stance, and the heavy heat of that cock pushing between my thighs and sliding along the slick flesh of my pussy made my legs tremble.

‘Is this too much for you, kitten?’

He flexed his hips, his dick stroking the tender skin between my legs, its rounded head hitting my clit and drawing a groan from me. At the same time he kept that hand on the back of my neck, in a not so subtle domination.

‘Tell me and I’ll stop.’

Relentless pleasure was beginning to build again with every push of his hips, with every slide of his cock through the wet folds of my pussy.

But it wasn’t pleasure I was afraid of. It was the loss of my control...the way I could feel my heart slipping from my fingers and falling straight into his waiting palms.

It had always been there, this possibility. Just waiting for me to notice. I deliberately hadn’t noticed. I’d looked away.

I didn’t want to fall for him—and not because of the club. That was a smokescreen and I knew it—we both did. I didn’t want to fall for him because of what I could lose. And it wasn’t about the loss of our friendship.

It was about the loss of him.

I couldn’t lose Smoke. I just couldn’t.

Because you’re in love with him already.

I shut my eyes tight. I couldn’t think of that. I didn’t wantto think of that. Better to concentrate on physical sensations. The slick, slow drag of his dick through my folds. The scent of sex and sweat, of his need and mine. The fabric of the sofa cushion beneath my cheek.

Yeah, so much better to think about that.

‘Well?’

The word was rough, hard edged. He pulled back and I felt the head of his cock press against my ass.

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