Page 47 of One Bad Knight

The knowledge I would never be enough had me pounding into her faster, harder.

My question had been sincere. How could I not want her? How could I get her out of my dreams? How could I not want to possess her body and soul every second of my damned life?

“Gatsby,” she gasped. Legs wrapped around me, drawing me closer.

I wasn’t sure if this was torture or bliss to be with the one I could never have for real.

My left hand clasped the beautiful column of her neck. Dark eyes widened in surprise.

Slowly but surely clamping down on her throat so her airway became restricted, I wondered if I’d well and truly lost it.

But I knew exactly where and how hard to squeeze to break her delicate neck.

Kat’s eyes rolled back into her head as she bucked harder to meet my thrusts.

I grimaced as denying myself completion turned painful.

“Don’t let me destroy you, Kat,” I warned. “Don’t let me clip your wings. Because I’m a selfish monster.” I leveled my mouth to her ear even as I squeezed her throat and pounded into her. “I just might hook my fingers in your sweet pussy and drag you down to hell with me.”

Teeth sunk into my shoulder.

A woman’s voice penetrated through the door, as if they were directly on the other side. “Can you believe how dry the pâté is?”

Kat screamed into my shoulder as her pussy convulsed and clenched around me. She’d latched onto my shoulder so tightly, I wondered if she was drawing blood as she whimpered and sobbed her orgasm into me. I doubled my speed, determined to draw out her pleasure.

The voice droned on, “The last party had caviar. John really must be on the downturn.”

My fingers fisted at the base of Kat’s skull as I ripped her head back and away from my flesh, where she was trying to hide her pleasure.

“Let them hear you,” I practically snarled down at her. “I want them to know you aren’t the perfect princess you’ve pretended to be. You’re my wild, sweet slut and you come all over this dick whenever I want you to.”

I reached down with my other hand, navigating around the taffeta to stroke her sensitive bud, and she screamed, still bucking against me.

The voices on the other side of the door quieted as I fucked my dark princess. But I couldn’t last another moment longer. My hips stuttered as hot cum jetted into her convulsing heat.

When I finished, I half-collapsed over her. We were both sweaty messes, and wetness slid out from where we joined.

“I—I better get back,” she said in a voice as shaky as her thighs.

I slid my hand along her legs. “Fuck, Kat.”

She looked up at me with glassy eyes. Her lips parted as if she were about to say something.

I craved what was on her tongue.

She’d said I wasn’t meant to be used; I was meant to be loved.

My grip tightened on her legs, as I let myself fall into the fantasy. Just for this moment, I was worthy of love. I was enough. We were together at this party, and life didn’t have to be a nightmare.

“Gatsby?”

“Yeah,” I said, realizing my eyes were shut tight as I gripped her legs with bruising strength.

“We need to get back to the party,” she said.

My bubble burst. I released her legs and pulled out. I reached over and grabbed a hand towel, cleaning her up.

“Gatsby?”