Page 14 of Devoted (Love and Burlesque #2)

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

KNIGHT

Masks off.

O ut of all the ways I imagined kissing Vivian, I cannot say that one of them included pinning her against the wall in the alley of the club. With how she writhes against me, lips pursuant and domineering against mine, there isn’t a single ounce of regret within me.

I’ve shut my mind off. There will be no thinking as long as her painted lips keep marking me with their dark hue. This very well might be a onetime thing, and I’m going to enjoy whatever she is willing to give me.

Breaking from her plush lips, I lean down even further to suck and nip against her neck.

“Oh, fuuuck.” A delicious moan spills from her at the same time I feel her grip the sides of my shirt’s collar. There’s a quick tug, and I hear a scattering of buttons hit the floor. “I’ve been wanting to see what’s underneath those damn suits for so long,” Vivian murmurs into my ear.

Sharp nails drag through the hair at my chest, and I find myself grateful for the lack of light in this alleyway. My stomach is softer, and my muscles are not as easily seen as the ones she is around daily with the dancers. I’d shrivel into myself if I were to see disappointment in her eyes.

“That shirt was a custom, rush order. If you feel any remorse,” I playfully chastise her, my lips barely touching the shell of her ear.

A groan leaves her lips, and her fingers tighten in my chest hair. Her ministrations are just this side of painful, and it feels amazing . “Yeah, I bet you had to pay a pretty penny to copy my costume,” she leans her head back and raises an eyebrow at me.

“I didn’t know you’d be the Phantom. I was assuming you would dress up as Christine.” My tone hardens slightly in defense. That’s not the entire truth.

“That still doesn’t explain why you dressed up like him, Knight,” she argues.

The sexual current between us does not cease, but instead becomes more intense as we go back and forth, and I’m enthralled by how she makes me feel. My resolve slipping is a physical thing. I feel my expression soften, and my body inches closer to her as if she might slip away.

“I want to be a man you desire.” Fucking hell—I don’t know what drove me to confess. It must sound so pathetic to her. I wouldn’t blame her if she were to leave me in this alley.

Her eyes lose their sharp look, and the purse of her lips turns into a softer smile in response. My vulnerability might scare me, but it doesn’t scare her. Instead, she takes my hand off her waist and begins to move it toward her front.

“You are a man I desire, Knight,” Vivian says resolutely.

Her hand guides mine lower and lower, and my pulse spikes with every gained inch.

Keeping her fingers wrapped around mine, she finally stops at the mound of her pussy.

Lowering her lashes, she motions between us and then drags her gaze back to me.

“Don’t tell me you can’t feel how much I want you.

” Her voice is as much of a taunt as the way she squeezes my fingers to properly cup her scorching cunt.

Matching moans mingle between us when I slide my finger over her clothed slit. The pad of my finger drags slightly with the dampness found there.

“What can I say? The mustache does it for me.” Vivian smiles brightly, winking in my direction and providing much-needed levity after my accidental confession. If my mustache causes her to get this wet for me, I’m never shaving this thing off.

Seeing her happy ignites a fire in me; I want nothing more than to keep her smiling and sated. “What do you want, darling? What will you allow me to give you?” My questions leave me in a rush of air.

“I need your kisses.” She punctuates her desire with a stolen peck on my lips. “And I want you to really feel me,” the seductress purrs into my mouth.

Angling my hips, I nestle my hardened cock into the dip in Vivian’s waist, my knee knocking into hers to open her fully to me. Her wail cuts off her sharp breath as I plunge my fingers into her panties.

“Shh, Vivian. You wouldn’t want anyone coming out here and catching you with your boss’s fingers in your dripping cunt, would you?” I stroke my middle finger back and forth as I ask the question, each time slipping further between her slit.

“Seems like you’re into that.” She barely manages to move from where I’m pinning her on the wall to caress her lush hip against the length of my cock.

“Now, are you going to just warm up your hand in my pants or do something about my dripping cunt ?” She repeats my words with a perfectly shaped eyebrow raised in challenge.

“Needy, aren’t you?” I rub tight circles along her slippery clit, feeling her already starting to drip down my fingers. She licks her lips in response, and her fingers wrap around my cock through the fabric of my trousers.

“You’re one to talk.” I can hear her lose some of the bite to her words, her breath hitching as I insert a finger into her. Vivian pumps my cock in time with my finger pumping into her. I fuck a second finger into her pussy without pretense, angling my hand to allow them as deep as they can go.

“I wanna touch you, too,” she pleads. I look down to see her eyes fixated on where she grips me.

“Not right now, darling.” I kiss her temple. Knowing what Vivian’s hands feel like on my bare flesh, only to never have her touch me again, I wouldn’t survive it. As much as I’m enjoying myself right now, I know this can’t become anything. “I just want you to take what you need.”

My thumb lands on her clit as my fingers piston into her cunt.

“Not fair,” she pouts but rocks herself on my hand either way. She’s becoming lost in the pleasure I’m providing her. Her movement causes me to realize how close I am to my release. Her hand is still grasped around me, jerking to the cadence of her bounces.

“Life. Isn’t. Fair. Vivian.” A rough thrust of fingers accompanies every word as I turn my anger into her pleasure.

I can feel her cunt tighten around me as her small moans become more uncontrolled.

My hand that was bracing the wall moves to her face, gripping her so that those hazel eyes open to look at me.

“Now, give me what I’ve earned.” I muffle her scream as she falls apart, absolutely drenching my hand.

“ Fuck ,” I hiss into her mouth, the word probably coming out as a deep breath and nothing else. My body tenses, my own release sneaking up on me as she holds me by the crown of my cock, like it’s her lifeline keeping her from drifting away from this moment.