Page 21 of Devoted (Love and Burlesque #2)

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

VIVIAN

A pussy interrogation. A puss-errogation?

T ime stands still as I stare at Knight, contemplating whether I want to start this cycle again.

Our tension builds until it explodes, and then he acts like nothing happened.

I am tired of him pretending like there isn’t anything between us when it’s clear he’s obsessed.

He’s not alone; I’m driven crazy by how much I want him, too.

“You can’t pull away from me after this.” I bring my hips forward, fully straddling his thigh so he’s pinned underneath me. A hiss leaves my lips when my clit finally makes contact with the solid muscle of his thigh through a bunch of layers of clothing.

“I don’t want to pull away,” he confesses. A pained look crosses his features. His eyebrows knit together, and a frown forms on his lips. “But I cannot give you what you deserve, either.”

“And what do I deserve?” I ask, my eyes still stuck on his frown.

“Everything,” he whispers. The hand on my waist trails up and down my back soothingly, but I can’t tell if he’s trying to comfort me or himself right now. “A person who can openly love you and isn’t broken like me.”

My chest feels heavy from the weight of his confession. “And what if I’m willing to take what you can offer right now?” I ask softly, afraid I’ll spook him off like a wild animal. I bring my hand to his face. Cupping his jaw, I caress the dark stubble on his chin with gentle swipes of my thumb.

“I’m afraid it wouldn’t be enough—that I wouldn’t be enough for you,” he replies, his hand stopping and resting at the small of my back.

“So you’ll deny me before giving us a chance?” I stop my caress. I’m fighting to keep from showing my disappointment.

“No. There isn’t any time or place in which I could resist you.” Shifting his head down, he places a small peck on my thumb. Stupid butterflies flutter in my stomach from the sweet gesture.

“Then stop resisting. At least for now.” My fingers play with his collar, roaming down to the exposed area where a few buttons are undone.

“We can be what we can for each other. Give and take only what we offer.” I move my fingers further down, using the points of my nails to leave small marks down his chest. “I can’t go back to being nothing to you. I fucking ache for you, Knight.”

“I know, darling. I feel it too, and it scares me.” He’s staring at my hand like he’s trying to memorize the paths my nails make.

With his head down, it makes it easy for me to bring my lips to the shell of his ear. “I scare you?” Leaning back, I search for his face again and wait for a reply.

“No, Vivian. You don’t scare me, you terrify me.” Knight’s lips press against mine. Possession and fear radiate through the kiss equally. My lips mold against his roughly, and my tongue traces his mouth, cementing the claim and our bad bargain.

I need more of him. After everything that happened in the alley, I’ve been craving his touch and attention.

The way he was so in tune with my body… The way he was so eager to please me…

His actions and words have been on replay as I tried to satisfy my needs, only to be let down when no toy could compare to him.

Threading my fingers through his hair, I break our kiss and pull his head back. Knight’s pupils are blown wide, and his lips are aflush from our passionate kisses.

“You’ll give me what I want?” I ask, but it’s a question I already know the answer to.

He nods frantically, and his hands tighten, his fingers digging into my hips.

“I need to hear you say it.” I tug his hair harder, and it makes his eyes flutter closed.

“Y-yes, I’ll give you anything,” he promises.

Bringing my lips to his exposed throat, I nip and mouth along the ridge of his Adam’s apple. At the same time, I apply pressure against his steel-hard cock with my knee.

“Let’s see… if you’re my Knight , what does that make me?” I ask against his skin.

The small jolts of his hips stop as he stills underneath me. “My queen,” he rasps, his body quivering deliciously.

“It’s time to serve your queen. Unless you’re all talk, that is,” I tease as I straighten to take in his features again.

His eyes stay closed while a grin spreads across his lips, and it’s the first time I’ve ever seen such a genuine show of happiness from him. There’s also a touch of cockiness in his expression that tells me I’m in for a ride.

Climbing off his thigh, I stand between his legs to keep him in place on the stool. Unable to resist, I cup his face between my hands and run my thumbs over his mustache and down his lips until his mouth parts.

I think I might be a little more than obsessed with his face, given how much I’m craving to touch it. He’s just so fucking handsome like this, and at least in this moment, he’s entirely mine .

“Do you want me to use your wicked mouth, pet ?” Nerves trickle up my spine when I accidentally call him by that nickname. My anxiety spiked for nothing; the intensity in his eyes at his moniker tells me he loves it.

“Please, I’m dying to taste you,” he begs, reaching for me.

Stepping back, I loop two of my fingers into his belt, pulling until he’s standing and his body presses against my front. Turning in place, I deliberately brush my ass against his thighs while I keep my fingers wrapped around his belt.

“Follow,” I command, using the leather like a leash, tugging him with me.

I walk him over to the maroon and gold chaise lounge in the corner of the room, mentally patting myself on the back for having the foresight to make him lock the door earlier.

Guiding him to sit on the soft velvet, I cup the back of his head with my hands and pull him toward my body until his chin makes contact with my chest.

From this position, Knight’s slightly glazed slate-colored eyes are all I can see.

“Do you want to undress me?”

“Yes, please.” He nods, and I can feel the stubble on his chin shift the fabric of my shirt and the thin bralette I’ve got on underneath.

“Untie my pants, pet,” I whisper.

His hands are on my hips, scrambling for the waistband of my pants when I order him to stop.

“No, no,” I tsk, shaking my head in disapproval. “With your teeth.”

A noise that starts as an exhale of breath but quickly becomes a deep growl leaves Knight’s lips as he breaks away and bends to tear at the drawstring of my sweats.

His movements are frenzied. Forehead bumping into the underside of my tits and his nose smashing into my soft belly, Knight manages to unknot the string in a matter of seconds.

He cranes his head to smile at me with the tip of my drawstring between his teeth. How can this man be so fucking sexy and cute at the same time?

“Good boy. Now you can use your hands.”

Fingers inch into the top of my pants, a slow drag exposes parts of my thighs to the chill air of the room, but a lucky few spots on my belly and thighs are heated by Knight’s breath.

As he reaches my calves, I grab onto the hem of my crop top and lift it off my head.

A laugh almost escapes me when I hear Knight mutter curses he thinks I can’t hear as he struggles to remove my pants and shoes.

At least he’ll have a nice little surprise when he looks up and sees me in a bralette and panty set similar to the one I was wearing last night.

Finally getting me untangled, Knight tosses the offending pants, glaring at them like they’re his archnemesis. The angry look on his face quickly turns into an open-mouthed appraisal of my body when he looks my way.

“Fuck. Me.” He palms his cock.

“That’s the intent, yeah,” I snicker, resting my hands on my hips and giving him some time to take me in.

“Do I get to touch you?” he asks, and I can see the hopeful twitching of his fingers in his lap.

“Eventually. You need to answer a question first.”

“Anything,” he replies, but we both know that’s not the truth. There are things he’s hiding from me that I’m sure will come to light one way or another. But right now isn’t the time to think about that, not when we’re at least making some kind of progress in truth-telling.

“Have you thought about eating my pussy?” Hooking a thumb into the fabric of my panties, I lower one side of the lace teasingly.

He tracks the movement like a starving animal hunting for its next meal.

“Daily, ever since I first laid my eyes on you. I dream about your cunt,” Knight admits, his voice lowering to a barely audible throaty sound. “Would you deprive me of my dreams, my queen?”

Stepping into his open legs, I crash my mouth onto his and take his bottom lip between my teeth with a rough bite. Knight whimpers into my mouth, and I swallow the sound before I soothingly lick the bitten flesh.

“Down,” I purr into his mouth as my hand lies flat on his chest, pushing him to lie down on the chaise lounge. Knowing he has enough mass and height on me that he wouldn’t normally budge with such a small push, yet he allows me to maneuver him so easily, has me growing slick between my thighs.

Once he’s lying down, I trail my nails along the side of his body, up his shoulder, and across his neck until I’m standing by the side of his head. I feel the heat coming off his stare as he looks at the wet little triangle of lace a few inches from his face.

Swinging a leg over his shoulders, I settle my ass on his chest as I sit, my thighs on either side of his face acting like earmuffs. Knight looks smug and relieved all at once, a man ready to accept his fate if my thighs were to smother him.

“Can I tell you something, pet?” I ask, playing with the lacy cups of my bra, exposing my pebbled nipples.

“Can you say it while your cunt is on my face?” Knight tries to lunge at my panties, but I’m quick to grip his hair and thrust his head back into the seat cushion.

“Be patient,” I command, keeping my hold tight on his hair. “Listen to what I have to say, and then I’ll feed you my pussy.”

His eyes twitch like he’s about to roll them at me, but he catches himself last minute.

“I already have your measurements from the suit jacket you left in my office a while back.” It’s my turn to make some confessions.

“Wha—” Knight starts.

“Shh,” I interrupt him. With my free hand, I hook a finger around the soaking lace of my underwear and move it to the side. My newly exposed parts seem to work to keep him silent. “I wear your jacket every time I fuck myself and think of you.”

Knight groans, and it looks like he can’t decide whether he wants to watch my face or keep his eyes on my arousal, eyes darting wildly between the two sights.

I decide for him. Pulling his head back, I force him to make eye contact with me as I get up on my knees to tilt my hips so my pussy is directly over his mouth.

Inching down, I fixate on where we meet. His mouth is completely smothered with my pussy and his strong nose brushes against my mound .

“I wore it before getting ready yesterday.” My palm now flat on his forehead, I grind myself on him, using him like he begged me for. “I was touching myself while wearing your jacket, thinking about how I’d be stripping down for you while you watched from the tree outside my window.”

Eyes that were once heavy with rapture go wide in surprise, and his tongue stops for a ruinous moment. Taking pity, I soothe his hair back and smile at him to show him I’m not upset. The opposite, really. It was one of the hottest experiences of my life.

“You can ask your questions after you make me come. Pinch my thigh if you need to stop.”

With his expression furious and his tongue lashing against my clit, I reach back and brace my hands on his stomach as he takes his rage out on me. And fuck, does it feel good.

In just a few minutes of this sweet torture with Knight’s hands pawing at me and fingers grasping bruises onto my ass and hips, I’m falling apart on his face with a hoarse scream of his name.