Brutal Heir (Court University 1)

“Everyone in bed?” I asked, the place too quiet. Made me even more nervous. Knight returned with a glass of milk for himself, guzzling it down, and the entire display made him all too hot. Especially when he dragged a finger across a slight milk mustache.

He noticed me watching his lips, his perfect mouth as he cleared it from the milk. He smirked. “Whole house is empty. Cleaning crew comes once a month and completely wipes down the place. We all usually stay with friends or some shit until they give us the okay to come back.”

Hence, the 3 AM invite.

Holy fuck.

Knight came over to me, and my heart flipped, all of this a mistake. This was going way past games or even beyond the physical. This was deeper, emotional and raw at least on my part. I was feeling something for him. I felt something for him as stupid as it may be, and it was stupid. This had to be all just a game for him.

And how fucking good he was at it.

His finger curled, brushing my neck, and my heart basically imploded beneath my rib cage. His hand cuffed my neck, and I knew he could feel my pulse. I heard it, so loud and deep in my head. I wet my lips. “What are you going to do?”

An honest question, and I wanted some fucking honesty. I needed to know his intent, if this was all just a game still.

If he wanted to hurt me again.

He could so easily shatter me and rip me a part. It was in that moment I realized how much power he actually had, his finger running along my throat now.

“What do you want me to do?” he asked, my flesh on fire as he dragged his finger down to my chest.

He outlined the top of my breasts, my breath in-taking. “You’re the one who came here tonight.”

Because he asked me. I sat up. “I don’t know.”

Fingers played along the top of my dress, that shimmer glistening against his digits. He had me stand up, his finger tipping my chin. “What do you want me to do?” he asked, pulling me close and bunching the back of my dress in his hand. “Do you want me to kiss you? I can do that. Touch you… well, I can fucking do that too. Tell me what you want. Your call.”

It’d never been my call. Ever…

But apparently, it was tonight.

I trembled, trying not to fall apart completely in his hands. “Kiss…”

The word was so soft I barely heard it, meek and definitely not me.

His smile coy, Knight angled his body, meeting me halfway as he hovered over my lips. “Kiss you? That’s what you want?”

He’d heard me, but before I could tell him no and change my mind, his hand grappled the back of my neck. He kissed me, hard and weakened my knees to the point I slammed my hand on the kitchen island, panting around his taste as his tongue probed and tasted mine.

A slow and gritted, “Fuck,” fell into my mouth, his lips devouring me whole. His fist wound around my hair, tight and pulling deep at my scalp. I gasped, opening my mouth more for him, and he didn’t stop until I couldn’t breathe.

His teeth dragged my bottom lip down, his finger pinching it. “I want you upstairs. In my room. On my fucking bed.”

The very prospect had me trembling, but not in ways I believed not that long ago. Our entire relationship previous to this moment had been built on nothing but fear and his sick games. It’d never been this, me actually wanting him. No…

Me fucking needing him.

“Where is it?” I found myself asking. I was drenched between my legs.

His eyes heated as he leaned in, his head jerking toward the door. He let me walk but he hovered close, his hands on my hips as he moved me through his house. On the second floor, he opened a bedroom already heated and lit by a fireplace, a beautiful bed with fine silks and drapery all around it. It was lovely and totally not Knight.

He closed the door. “Take off your clothes,” he commanded, working his sweater over his head. “Now.”

I only hesitated at the exposed sight of his chest, a long and muscular body completely perfect to the hipbones. He tossed his sweater away, his pecs jumping with dark nipples. A smattering of dark hair chased a line down to the fastened seam of his jeans, his bulge ready and thick as he passed a hand over it. Waiting, he watched as I reached for the hem of my dress, a playful gleam in his eyes as I exposed skin.

My tummy jumped as I pulled the dress away, not nearly as tanned as him. I spent my days in hoodies and leggings, shaking down to my fingertips. Approaching, Knight grabbed one of wrists, bracing my hip as he bit down on my flesh.

The pain caused me to moan, his hand easing to play between my legs over my panties. “I said all clothes off, Greer.”