Page 24 of One Bad Knight

“You think you are safe with me?” I asked, wanting to prove her wrong. “You need to learn I’m not to be trusted with your body.”

“I thought you were here to protect it?” she threw at me in a glib tone. Even as she thrust her hips up, trying to get me to go deeper. A challenge flashed in her eyes.

“One last chance, princess,” I warned, the last thread of my control fast unraveling. My finger tapped at her opening, and she shuddered.

“Or what?” She bit her swollen bottom lip, and it undid me.

“Fine,” I snarled. I pushed her back onto the bed and ripped away both her bottoms and panties in one quick motion.

Shock barely registered on her face, before I grabbed her top and pulled it up over her arms, then bunched it at her wrists, using it as a restraint.

The princess squirmed, naked, splayed out on the bed before me. Her body was taut, her golden skin shimmering in the low light. Wanton, and the absolute most tempting sight I had ever seen in my goddamn life.

From those perfect brown nipples, to the tempting dark patch of curls between her thighs, she was every temptation known to man or monster. Her sex shimmered with moisture. Moisture I’d already spread with my fingers. I stuck my index and middle finger in my mouth, sucking them clean of her salty, feminine taste.

Her eyes rounded and a whimper escaped her throat.

Fuck, I was seconds from losing it in my pants. But I had to teach her a lesson.

“Take off your shirt,” she requested in a husky voice.

A dry laugh escaped me. “You’re not in control here anymore, princess. You should have told me to stop when you had a chance. Now you are going to learn what a bad man I can be when you don’t keep me at arm's length.”

I flipped her body over, further twisting her wrists in the chemise-turned-restraint. Bent over the edge of the bed, she was completely at my mercy. I kicked her legs a part, exposing her perfect ass and slick opening.

Unable to help myself, I dragged my fingers up her opening again before bringing them to my mouth to suck on them audibly. She jerked at the sound.

Then I was back to massaging that sexy opening I couldn’t take my eyes off. I kept my ministrations shallow no matter how she moaned or tried to push back into me.

“More. Please more,” she begged.

A slap rang through the air, my hand stinging from the contact with her ass. She let out a surprised squeal. Even in the low light, I could see a blush on her perfect bronze cheek.

Kat stilled, and I went back to playing with her opening that grew visibly slicker by the second. Mesmerized, I spread that wetness up between the valley of her ass cheeks.

“Wh-what are you doing?” she asked, fear suddenly present in her voice.

“Taking whatever the fuck I want, princess.” Then I pushed a finger into that tight rosebud. It tightened against me, but I continued to wiggle my finger and work her own wetness into the opening.

She hadn’t believed me when I said I was a bad man.

I’d make her believe.

10

Kat

Yet again, my brain marveled at how the fuck I’d gotten into this position with someone so clearly unhinged. Fears and thoughts about cleanliness raced through my head, but I’d showered right before I’d slipped into bed.

You’re not actually concerned about the welcome mat you put out for your ass, are you?a critical part of my mind yelled.This is wrong! Good girls don’t do this.

I had to stop him somehow.

Then that finger pushed against my tight muscles and my pussy clenched up as though it had been hit by an electric zap.

Sweat broke out on my brow and I panted. I couldn’t tell if it was from fear or excitement.

Gatsby continued to work his finger in and out of my most private opening, going deeper and deeper.