Page 62 of A Knight’s Revenge: The Complete Series

CHAPTER TWENTY

JOLIE

Z ach pulled me from the wall and marched us into the bathroom. He set me on the white marble countertop and then took a step back, that dark gaze roving over me from head to toe like he was taking in his prize.

“We might want to shower, baby girl,” he said silkily as he began unbuttoning my sheer blouse. “Things did get a little messy downstairs.”

I looked down at my sleeves, only just noticing the splatter of Donavan’s blood on my arms. Zach’s white T-shirt also wasn’t spared, with little dots of deep red decorating his chest and stomach.

He lost his patience with my buttons.

“Zach!” I barked as he ripped my blouse apart, buttons flying around the bathroom as his hungry eyes took in my lacy black bra.

“Fuck, Princess. These tits.”

He buried his face right between them, placing light kisses along my cleavage. His hands worked at my skirt, lifting my butt off the counter to yank it down to my ankles, then he ripped the cups of my bra down, exposing my painfully tight nipples to the cool air of the bathroom.

The tiny knife I’d stuffed in my bra clattered to the floor, but he ignored it.

“Goddamn,” he murmured, taking two seconds to stare at my boobs with reverence before he was on them again, sucking my nipple into his hot mouth.

He growled happily as I moaned. He laved my right nipple before switching to the left, licking and sucking and making pleased little rumbles as he went. I kicked my boots off, then I started pulling at his shirt.

“Off,” I demanded. I wanted to see that hard, muscular body and all those gorgeous tattoos. He’d always worn clothes when we slept together, and I decided that shit ended today.

He released my nipple with an audible pop, then he took a step back to begin slowly—torturously—removing his shirt while he gave me a challenging stare.

He tossed it aside, and I ran my ravenous gaze over his broad chest, chiseled abs, and that cut Adonis belt that disappeared into his jeans.

His colorful tattoos swirled in geometric patterns across his chest and down both of his biceps, leaking down onto his forearms where they faded into the bare skin of his hands.

“Look your fill, baby girl,” he said as he unbuttoned his jeans. “This is all yours now.”

I hopped down from the counter to strip off the remnants of my clothes, holding his stare with confidence I only sort of felt.

Zach was used to… professionals. I was no shrinking violet, but my experience with sex was limited to a few fumbling encounters with nice, polite boys like Matt Jennings.

I knew without a shred of doubt that Zach was not going to be a nice, polite boy.

“You know, I probably shouldn’t be doing this,” I said, pulling my blouse from my shoulders and tossing it on the floor.

He paused to watch me with the barest hint of alarm on his face as I unhooked my bra and let it dangle from a fingertip.

“You didn’t want to fuck me when I was Joanna Miller.

I wasn’t up to your standards then.” I dropped the bra to the floor, then I bent to unhook my knife holster from around my thigh.

“Fuck, you’re hot,” he muttered, sinking his teeth into his lower lip, that sexy lip ring disappearing for a quick second as he watched me remove my knife and set it gently on the counter.

I went on. “Why should I let you fuck me now that you know I’m from the right… stock? ” I shoved my tights down to my ankles and stepped out of them. I stood up, now clad only in little lacy panties, and I crossed my arms over my tits to give him an accusing stare.

He shucked his jeans before advancing on me, wearing only his tight black boxer briefs. He lifted me, depositing my ass back on the counter, and he stepped between my legs, placing one arm on either side of my body and leaning in until our noses nearly touched.

“First of all,” he purred with a quick nip to my lower lip.

“I absolutely wanted to fuck you when I thought you were Joanna Miller. I might’ve even let myself have you if you hadn’t gotten hurt because of me.

” He reached up to brush my hair behind my ear, then he ran a finger gently over the bumpy little scar hiding under my hair on the side of my head.

“But I think you understand by now, Princess, that our standards are not about bloodlines and breeding—we’re not banging our classmates, rich or poor.

After we turned eighteen, we decided that hooking up with our peers was no longer worth the risk.

We’d had a few too many attempts to extort us with…

photos. A few too many holes poked in condoms.”

I felt the rage monster descend. “ Who? ”

He flashed me a gorgeous smile. “Taken care of long ago, baby girl. But I love that she-beast you’ve been harboring who seems very protective of her boys. She remembers us.”

“She does,” I grumbled. “She makes me do crazy shit, even for that dick Bennett Spencer.”

Zach snorted, stepping away to crank the water on in the shower. “He’ll get his shit sorted, Princess. He has to figure out how to reconcile his loyalty to Spencer with the fact that he’s obsessed with you. Give him some time.”

I scoffed. “He is not obsessed with me. He’s also engaged.”

Zach waved a dismissive hand. “Semantics.” Then he dropped his boxers straight to his ankles, giving me an eyeful of his round, muscular ass. He peeked at me over his shoulder. “Coming in?”

I watched as he wandered into the shower, the clear frameless glass doing nothing to hide the full view of him as he stood under the waterfall showerhead.

The steamy water sluiced down through the ridges of his torso, and his biceps bunched deliciously as he ran his fingers through his wet black hair.

And, holy shit, he was hard. That was going to be… a tight fit.

His eyes blazed as I approached. I pushed my panties down to my ankles and stepped out of them, then I padded along the cold floor and into the shower, swaying my hips and holding my head high as Zach’s dark gaze drank me in.

I made my way into his arms, and he pulled me in for a surprisingly sweet kiss as we stood under the water. That steel pipe between his legs pressed into my stomach, and I ran my fingertips over the defined muscles of his back.

I’d only just begun exploring him with my hands when I found myself pressed against the cool tile wall.

Zach dropped to his knees in front of me. “Let me worship you, Princess,” he said, pressing his face right into the apex of my thighs before throwing my leg over his shoulder.

I flushed as he examined me.

“This,” he purred, “is a perfect pussy.” He ran his tongue through my entire center in one long, languid lick as he stared up at me with those endless brown eyes.

“So fucking good, Princess.” Another slow lick.

“It’s too bad Bennett didn’t take the time to look at this perfection.

He might’ve realized you were a natural blonde.

” He nuzzled at my neatly trimmed white-blonde curls before sucking my clit into his mouth.

I moaned, the remaining leg holding me up already beginning to shake. I buried my hands in his wet hair and hung on for dear life as he licked and sucked on my clit, the pressure and the warmth and his happy growls against my sensitive flesh sending me hurtling toward a fast climax.

“Oh fuck,” I whined as he sucked harder. “Zach. Zach .”

“Yeah, baby? Need to come?” A nip to my inner thigh.

“Yes, you bastard,” I bit out. “You’ve been teasing me for weeks .”

He grinned, then he slipped one thick finger inside of me. “Jesus, Princess. So wet. So perfect.” Another finger. “Feel good?”

“Yes,” I moaned as he moved his fingers in and out of me slowly. “Oh shit .”

“I want you to think about how much better my cock is going to feel. You’re going to be so fucking full of me.”

“Yes,” I hissed. “I want it.”

“Soon, baby girl.”

Then my clit was in his mouth again, and he sucked hard as he drove those two fingers into my embarrassingly wet pussy with deep, fast strokes.

Pleasure exploded from my core and shot through my limbs. “Zach, holy fuck, oh my God .”

“Fuck yeah,” he growled against my pussy, his fingers working me all the way through the most intense orgasm of my life. “Come on my face, Princess.”

I did. I screamed, still death-gripping his hair, and I came all over his face.

Zach Ferrero—the boy who used to make it his mission to make me laugh at the most inappropriate times, the boy I’d kick with my tiny feet when he encroached on my sleeping space—had just taken me to the stars with his wicked fucking tongue.

I sagged against the wall, held upright by Zach’s shoulder under my thigh and his hands on my ass as he gave me a few final slow licks. Then, in a flash, he was on his feet, his whole body pressed against mine. I threw my arms around his neck, and he buried his face in the crook of my shoulder.

“Baby girl, I was going to dry you off and make passionate love to you in the bed.” His hoarse whisper against my ear had me trembling again. “But I’m not going to make it. I need you now. I’m clean, I promise.”

I tossed a leg up around his hips, opening myself up to him. He groaned as he ran his rock-hard dick through my soaking folds, teasing us both.

“I have an IUD,” I said, my lips right up against his rough cheek. “So you can come inside me.”

Another pained groan escaped him. “Fuck, you’re trying to kill me. I have the bluest balls in the entire fucking world right now, Princess. You can’t say shit like that to me or I won’t last.”

I preened. The knowledge that I had that kind of power over one of the hottest men I’d ever laid eyes on was… a trip.

I reached between us, wrapping my hand around where his fist gripped his dick, and I directed him to push inside me.

“Oh fuck ,” he bit out as he slid in, inch by inch, stretching me wide. “Baby girl, this is so tight. So fucking perfect for me—I knew you would be.”

The little bite of pain at the size of him mixed with heady pleasure as he bottomed out, and I was exactly what he said I’d be—so fucking full.

“Zach,” I moaned, beginning to rock my hips against him as I felt that tight ball of bliss begin to build in my core again. “Fuck me. I will die if you don’t start moving.”

He chuckled. “Can’t have that. Hang on, baby.

” He hoisted me up again so that both of my legs were locked around his waist, and he slammed my back against the wall, grinding his dick deep inside of me with a roll of his hips, his pelvic bone rubbing right up against my clit.

“You’re so tight. I need to warm you up before I can give it to you how I want to. ”

“Stop pretending to be a gentleman,” I snapped at him, which turned into a keening sort of whine as he rolled his hips again and again, adjusting the angle just right to grind against my G-spot.

He took my mouth again in a hungry kiss as he worked me harder, and I could feel his stupid, sexy smirk against my lips as I continued to shudder and moan with his every stroke.

“Zach,” I whimpered. I was so close.

“I know, Princess. I feel it.”

“ Zach .”

Another bruising kiss. “I’ve got you, baby girl.”

Suddenly my feet were on the tile floor as he pulled out, leaving me empty and wanting.

“Zach Ferrero, you better fucking?—”

He flipped me around, shoved my face up against the glass wall of the shower, and slammed back inside of me.

He dug his fingers into my hip with one hand as he wrapped my long, wet hair around the other like a rope.

He pulled it tight, keeping my face pressed against the glass as he pistoned his hips with wild abandon, fucking me fast and hard until I was screaming so loud, I was sure Kai and the boys really could hear me all the way down the hall.

“That’s fucking right, Princess,” Zach bit out, breathing hard with the exertion of ruining me. “Scream for me while you come on my cock.”

My orgasm hit me like a freight train. Zach groaned his own release into the back of my neck, and he held me tight as I shook in his arms, the aftershocks pulsing through my body. He kissed my shoulder before he finally pulled out, then he maneuvered us both back under the warm shower.

“That was fucking amazing, baby girl. God, so much better than I could have even dreamed.”

I stretched my sore muscles under the steamy stream, basking in my post-orgasm glow and Zach’s hands as he ran them all over my naked body. “Yeah. That was… wow.”

After a quick soap down, he led me from the shower, wrapped me in a warm towel, and carried me to bed.

When we were both dry and toasty warm, he tucked me under the covers before climbing in next to me.

“Noah let Mari and Max know you’re staying here with me tonight,” he whispered as he wrapped himself around me, both of us still very naked. “I know this is my mom’s home base, but you’re safe with me. I promise.”

“Mmm, I know,” I said, my eyelids drooping. “You’re safe with me too.”

He hummed, kissing my hair before he commanded, “Sleep, Jojo.”

And I did.