Page 25 of Hide and Seek

A stupid smirk pulls at the corner of my lips, and I push off the edge of the door frame, holding his wicked stare. “You look a little . . . caught up. I’ll see myself out.”

My smile widens, and without another word, I turn on my heel and stalk out of his bedroom—despite the way my body so frantically craves his touch.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” Knight’s possessive tone rips through the room behind me, bringing me to an immediate standstill.

I turn on my heel to find him standing right where I’d been only a moment ago, his cock still braced in his big hand as the water drips off him, making my mouth water. He’s fucking glorious.

“Home,” I say, knowing damn well that my cheeks are flushed.

“Get on your knees, Morticia.”

Well shit.

His tone is a stark demand, no room for argument and as my brow arches, and as his fist continues working his thick cock, I find myself dropping to the carpet, my knees spread like the perfect little submissive whore I want to be for him.

Knight holds my stare from across the room, his intention crystal clear in his stormy gray gaze, and as he slowly strides toward me, I realize that even if he doesn’t touch me, I’ll be ruined for the rest of my life.

My chest heaves with anticipation, burning inside of me, coiling like a spring ready to explode. He inches closer, and I feel myself begin to crumble. Anything he wants, I’ll give it to him without question.

Knight moves in front of me and reaches out, grasping my chin as his thumb dances across my jaw, and I have the sudden realization that I would happily spend every night of the rest of my life on my knees for this man.

His eyes shudder as he continues working himself, and I can’t tear my eyes away, that dazzling cock just inches from my face. Beads of water linger on his skin, glistening in the soft morning light streaming through his bedroom window, and my tongue itches to lap up every last drop.

“Mmmmm,” he groans, that tone full of the sweetest seduction. “Such a pretty girl.”

Butterflies swarm through my stomach, and I can’t respond, so I just hold his gaze as he works himself right to the edge. When he releases his grasp on my chin, I suck in a deep breath, desperately needing his touch on my body.

His hand moves around the back of my head, and when he grips my hair and pulls my head back, the anticipation becomes too much to bear.

“Open.”

His voice is thick with need, and I oblige within seconds, opening my mouth as wide as it’ll go, inviting him in. Knightdoesn’t hesitate, pushing himself right to the back of my throat, filling my mouth to the brim, and I close my lips around him, letting my tongue explore as I keep my eyes locked on his.

He’s right on the edge, and I quickly work him, sucking hard as he pushes past my gag reflexes. His hold tightens in my hair, and I reach up to curl my fingers around the base of his cock, squeezing tight.

My other hand curls around the back of his strong thigh, digging my nails into his warm skin.

“That’s my good little whore. Show me how much you want it.”

I work and work, pushing myself to my limits as my cunt pulses with desperation. I need him to fuck me, to shred me to pieces, and claim every inch of me.

Knight groans, and as my head bobs up and down over his cock, he pulls me in tighter. “Fuuuuck, Harper. I knew you’d be a greedy little vixen.”

Pride swells in my chest as a grin pulls at my lips, but I fight against it, determined not to mess with my flow, but when his eyes flutter again, I know I’ve got him. Hook. Line. Sinker.

His grip tightens in my hair as his other hand returns to my chin, grasping tight, and with those dark, wicked eyes locked on mine, he comes hard, shooting his hot load right down the back of my throat.

“Swallow it,” he demands, but the request is not necessary. I wouldn’t waste it even if I could.

I greedily swallow him down, taking every last drop he has to offer as his chest heaves with frantic breaths. He stares at me in astonishment as though he can barely believe what the fuck just happened here, and honestly, neither can I.

Knight slowly inches out of my mouth, and I make a show of licking my lips. “Nowyou may go,” he rumbles in that deep, thick tone that drives me wild. His lips quirk up into the filthiest grin, and with that, he turns on his heel and stalks back to hisbathroom, leaving me writhing on the ground, untouched and desperate for more.

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HARPER-RAYN

Men are fucking assholes.