Page 15 of One Bad Knight

I needed to deliver the bad news. “The She poisoned you.”

“Who she?” Her eyes flew open again. They were wild with fear. She went back to trying to fight me to get up, her eyes closing against the pain in her skull as she continued to buck. Even if she weren’t weak right now, I could easily overpower her.

Kat feared me.

I tried to push past the ugly feeling that coiled in my gut at that. “The little girl. It was a demon, remember? They are called the She. The She were once little girls who slaughtered their families or friends. Their souls became damned, and they turned into demons. And this particular She slashed you with something nasty on her fingers and…” I took a deep breath. “I need to suck the poison out.”

Kat stilled abruptly, eyes turning round and wide. “What?” she asked in a low, measured voice. I could tell she hoped she heard me wrong.

I spoke slowly and succinctly, so she would understand. “I need to suck out the poison or you will fall into a fever dream and die. Got it, princess?”

“I’m not a princess. Take me to a hospital.” Her voice snapped like a rubber band.

I ground my teeth. “There isn’t time for that. And they wouldn’t know what to do. I’ve dealt with this before. You need to trust me.”

A nervous cackle shot out of her throat. “Trust you? Trust the scary, weirdo guy in the club who got physically aggressive with me and took me back to this…” Her eyes traveled around the dump and became even more fearful.

I could see her climbing toward hysteria.

“Do you want to die?” I sneered, hoping my biting edge would cut through whatever tornado of fear was taking hold of her.

Kat’s jaw clicked shut and she shook her head. Dark circles appeared under her rapidly dilating eyes. Redness crept into the whites around her dark orbs.

Shit, the poison was working faster than I anticipated.

“Then lie back and let me do the work, princess,” I ordered.

My aggressive approach worked for about a second, but then her flight-or-fight kicked back in and she struggled to get away. I palmed her stomach down again, slamming her hips back into the couch. Then I wound my arms around her legs, spreading them, and dropped my mouth to her inner thigh before she could try to get away again.

Each flavor hit my tongue in separate waves. The salty sweetness of her skin, the copper of her blood, and the bitterness of the She’s poison.

Kat’s fingers grabbed my hair as if to try and yank me off. She never pulled, but she continued to wriggle under me.

“I can—I can feel it burning in my blood,” she whimpered.

Anger and fear welled in me. I sucked harder. Then turning my head to the side, I spit the ichor straight on the ground. Then I latched my mouth back to the wound.

I hated how much I enjoyed being between her legs like this while she suffered and fought. I truly was a monster. As I inhaled the musk of her sex, my cock hardened almost painfully.

The thought of moving two inches to the left, hooking a finger around those pink panties, and exploring the forbidden temptations there assailed me. I wanted to touch, taste, her soft wetness until she screamed my name.

Kat bucked again as if she knew my nasty, dirty thoughts.

I was a bad, bad man.

Winding my arms around her thighs tighter, I spread her legs farther so I could get in there and suck harder, faster. Her flexibility gave my shoulders ample room to crowd in.

Fuck. I was rock hard now.

I forced myself to shove aside my primal urges for the irresistible woman I kneeled before. Clinical precision was needed. I’d ruined her life, so it was a small ask that I didn’t fuck with her any further.

I worked hard and fast, sucking and spitting out the bitterness, until I was only left with the salt and copper of her skin and blood. I pulled back and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.

Kat had relaxed back, her eyes closed, skin covered in a sheen of sweat.

I pushed away from her, almost violently. Then I stalked to the other side of the room, so I didn’t have to look at her all spread out like an invitation.

Kat wasn’t meant for me, and I needed to remember that. My fingers pulled at my hair, as I raged against my own idiocy.