Page 114 of A Knight’s Revenge: The Complete Series

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

JOLIE

S omehow, Zach slept like the dead last night. It was now a few hours after sunrise on Sunday morning, and I lay next to him in my giant bed, watching him sleep peacefully, like I was worried he would shatter at any moment.

The woman who murdered my mother was dead.

One more piece of my soul was now at rest. I’d always known it might come to this—violence was the foundation upon which the Families had built their ivory towers, after all—but last night I’d been prepared to send Andrea on her way to prison where she could rot, watching as I took everything from her in the name of my parents, including her Heir.

I wasn’t sorry in the slightest that the night had ended with a bullet in Andrea’s head, but she was still Zach’s mom. None of this was easy for him.

Noah and Bennett had crawled out of bed about an hour ago, and they’d both kissed me on the cheek before heading down to the gym a few floors below our home.

Noah—still put out about being left behind last night—was itching to do some light working out to strengthen his injured leg, and Bennett had sworn on pain of no sex for a month that he would ensure Noah didn’t overdo it.

I suspected they also wanted to give Zach some alone time with me, and I loved them very much for taking such wonderful care of their brother.

“Stop looking at me like that, Princess,” Zach mumbled, his gruff voice heavy with sleep.

“Like what?”

“Like you think I’m about to fall apart.”

He cracked an eye open to spear me with a look , but it took a lot more than an adorable, sleepy-eyed glare to intimidate me.

“Zach,” I said softly, “we killed your mom last night. You found out some truly fucking terrible things about what happened to your dad. Your estranged aunt showed up, and we discovered she was the Shadow’s first major benefactor and has been scheming against Ferrero for a decade and a half. It’s okay to need a minute.”

He groaned, pulling me closer. I pressed my face into his chest as he wrapped his strong arms around me.

“Baby girl, you need to understand something,” he whispered into my hair.

“The moment your gorgeous eyes met mine at the Holiday Ball last semester—the moment I realized my Jojo had survived and come back to me—I knew my mom wasn’t long for this world.

She was always going to be a danger to you, and there was no way I was losing you again.

” He shifted us, tilting my face up to look him in those bottomless dark pools.

“I’d thought it’d be you, or me, or even Frankie that did it, and I can’t say I’m not a little relieved that I wasn’t forced to commit matricide, but I’m not sorry she’s gone.

She was a vile, soulless person. She hadn’t been my mom for a long time. ”

I ran my fingers through his messy black hair. “And your dad?”

He sighed. “I think that’ll take a while to sink in. I’ll never know him—she took that from me. But, if I’m being honest, I’m not sorry I didn’t grow up hidden away in Switzerland, because I’d have lost you, Bennett, and Noah—the three most important people in my life.”

“But she wouldn’t have been able to hurt you,” I whispered. The thought of little Zach being tortured on the orders of his mother made me want to raise Andrea from the dead just so I could kill her again myself.

“Princess, I’d have let Ramon and his cronies break my ribs every damn day if it meant I ended up right where I am—holding you in my arms, in our home, so, so close to being free of the Families forever.”

I brought my lips to his, pouring every ounce of my love into my kiss.

I nibbled on his lip ring, and he growled before he rolled me onto my back and slotted his trim hips between my legs.

We made out, lazy and unhurried, while Zach ground his very aroused dick into the apex of my thighs with only his tight boxers and my little sleep shorts separating our heated flesh.

I raked my nails up and down his back and reveled in the feel of his taut muscles under my fingertips.

“If you’re trying to distract me, baby girl,” he said as he ran his lips down the slope of my neck, “it’s working. I approve of this plan.”

“Can’t I just want to fuck my boyfriend without an ulterior motive?” I asked, gasping as he yanked the straps of my silky tank top down to expose my breasts to the cool air.

He made himself at home there, sucking and licking with great enthusiasm. “Princess, you can fuck me with or without an ulterior motive, anytime, anywhere.”

I rolled us, as much as it pained me to remove him from his diligent ministrations on my tits, and I straddled him, locking his muscular thighs between mine and threading my fingers through his.

I did want to distract him. I wanted him to feel free and loved and cherished. I wanted to show him in some small way what he meant to me, how much I knew he’d given to me by choosing me over his Family.

“You know,” I said with a sly smile I hoped was extremely sexy, “it’s odd that for some reason, Noah’s the only one of my boyfriends who’s had my mouth. Multiple times, even.”

“Fuck,” he groaned. “Don’t remind me, Princess. I still dream about watching you suck him off while I fucked you. And don’t think for a second Noah didn’t brag to Bennett and me about your hot little student-teacher fuck in excruciating detail.”

I flushed, the reminiscing adding fuel to the fire Zach had already stoked within me. I slid further down his thighs, peeling his tight gray boxers down until his thick dick sprang free. “So, how ’bout it, Ferrero?” I ran my palm lightly up and down his hard length, teasing him.

“Baby girl, I am so ready. Just stop torturing me.”

I ducked down and got to work. Zach was thicker than Noah but not quite as long, but I gave his dick the methodical focus I gave most tasks, and after a few minutes he was groaning as he gripped my hair and fucked up into my mouth with shallow, frantic thrusts.

“Fuck, Princess. Fuck ,” he panted, yanking me off of his cock. “That was fucking phenomenal. We gotta slow it down because I’ve decided I want to hit another milestone with you this morning.”

“What—”

Suddenly, I was on my stomach, my shorts ripped from my body and tossed across the room and Zach’s hulking, nearly naked body looming over me. He hiked my hips into the air, palmed the globes of my ass with his big hands, then spread me wide as he buried his face there.

“ Zach ,” I whimpered as he laved his tongue over my tight hole. “Ugh, why does that feel so good?”

“Because I’m so good at it, Princess,” he purred. He slipped a finger into my pussy, pumping lightly through the slickness. “You want to see if you can take me in this perfect ass? Only if you’re feeling up to it, baby girl. We have forever to explore the limits of this body.”

He slid his slick finger slowly into my ass, and I moaned as he began moving with slow, careful thrusts.

“Do I ever back down from a challenge, Zach?” I asked, throwing a defiant glare over my shoulder only to be confronted with the image of my gorgeous, tattooed boyfriend kneeling behind me, his obsidian eyes hungry and filled with wonder as he watched his finger slide in and out of my ass.

It almost undid me on the spot.

“Oh, baby,” he said as he finally tore his eyes from my ass. “This perfect ass is going to take my cock so fucking good.”

He added a second finger, gently working me open, the bite of pain only driving me higher, and I trembled with the anticipation and the need for him to have me like this.

“Zach,” I moaned. “I can do it. I can take it.”

“Of course you can, baby girl.” He pulled away, flopping onto his back and relaxing against my mountain of pillows.

I watched as he leaned over to dig in the top drawer of my nightstand before returning to his pillow throne with a little plastic bottle of lube.

With a sexy wink, he kicked his boxers all the way off, then he proceeded to slather his still very erect cock with the lube, pumping his fist up and down as he held my greedy stare.

“C’mere, Princess,” he said, motioning to his lap. “Come take this cock.”

I did my best to sexy-crawl my way into his arms. When I reached him, he wrapped his non-lubed hand around my neck and pulled me in for a searing kiss that gave me everything—his love, his pride, his own need for me in this moment.

Then he flipped me around, pressing my back to his hot, hard chest before he positioned my ass over his dick.

Slowly, I sank down. I pushed past the burn and, with determined effort, took him all the way to the hilt.

He held me tight to his chest, whispering curse-laden praise into my ear.

“Holy shit, Princess, this is fucking heaven. You’re such a fucking dream come true.

Fuck me, I’m going to die like this. Right here, holding you in my arms, your ass clenched around my dick. Fuck .”

“Mmm,” I moaned, rocking my hips gently in his lap, exploring this erotic, foreign sensation. “Don’t die, Zach. Stay with me. Just like this. Fuck me just like this.”

His warm lips—and his cool lip ring—found my neck again. “Slow down, Princess. I don’t want to hurt you. We’re easing into this.”

“Easing into what?”

The bedroom door creaked open, and Noah ambled in, his limp barely noticeable as he toweled his wet hair from his post-workout shower. He wore some tight gray sweatpants and a white V-neck tee that molded to his sculpted chest.

His eyes landed on me, naked from the waist down, tits free of my tank top, reclining in Zach’s lap and impaled on his cock, and those baby blues went comically wide behind his glasses before an eager, sexy smile spread across his face.

“Oh, sweetheart, look at you,” he purred, dropping his towel and creeping onto the bed. “What has Ferrero gotten you into now?”

Zach chuckled in my ear. “Don’t be jealous, Hargraves. Aren’t you proud of our Princess?” He hooked his arms under my thighs and lifted, spreading me wider for Noah’s viewing.