Soulless Knight (Sins of Knight Mafia Trilogy 1)

“Because you want me to get on a plane to Bali. Or where was the last place? I think you said you had tickets for Amsterdam.”

“You are listening to my messages. The tickets are just piling up.”

“Of course I listened, but I can’t go anywhere with you. Stop buying first class tickets. That costs a fortune.”

“I have a fortune,” I retorted.

“I told you. This isn’t going to work.” There was defeat in her voice.

“You’ve given up before you even tried.”

Her legs swung in my direction. My palms skimmed over her knees, planting her legs between mine. She tilted forward. I could smell the coconut on her skin. Smell the sun on her body.

She sighed. “If my father sees you…”

“Is he home?” I asked.

She nodded. “He’s in his study working. I don’t know who is with him today.”

I brought my hands to either side of her face. “I keep thinking about your lips.”

She smiled. “You do?”

I nodded, drawing her mouth close to mine. I pressed against the warmth of her mouth, soaked in sunlight. I parted her lips as my tongue twined along hers. Kennedy’s hands wrapped around my neck and I wanted to untie the string on her bikini. I wanted to worship her curvy body. Admire her breasts. Tease her pussy with kisses. I explored her body, gliding over it easily. The oil was a guide. My fingers curled to the inside of her thigh.

“Shh,” I warned her.

Her eyes whipped open, but I tugged the bikini bottom out of my way and grazed her roughly with my thumb.

She bit her bottom lip. Her eyes locked on mine as I added another finger between her legs. I swirled her clit and eased inside her. She gasped when my fingers curled inside her.

“All summer,” I growled. “Like this.” I kissed her. “Free to do this.” I nipped at her throat. My fingers taking on more territory. Her hips began to rock. I pushed deeper. The straps on her suit strained around my hand.

“I-I can’t. Not here,” she pleaded. Her breath was ragged. Her eyes glazed over. “We?

??re. In. The. Courtyard.” She panted hard.

I spotted a changing room, much like a beach tent in a 1920s movie across the pool.

“Come with me,” I directed. As soon as I pulled my hand away, she whimpered. But within seconds I had draped the heavy canvas curtain closed and tied the rope that held it together. I pinned Kennedy to the wall with a kiss that made my cock ache.

She clung to me as my hand reached inside her bikini. She moaned when my fingers returned to that sweet spot. Her tits jutted toward me as she arched against the wall. I plunged into her pussy. My fingers were at work to make her come hard in my hand.

“Be quiet.” I bit her bottom earlobe. She squeezed my fingers. Fuck. Her pussy was strong. Tight. I didn’t expect to be matched by her bursts of rhythm.

Her hair fell out of her bun and stuck to her shoulders. She began to ride up and down. I watched as she tried to take control of the sensations. The tiny whimpers she made were driving me fucking insane.

“Shh,” I tried to calm her and make her ignite at the same time.

“Shit, Knight,” she hissed when I flicked her clit like I owned it. I worried we’d bring the cabana down with us.

I covered her mouth with mine at the first sign she was about to come. I saw the shudder hit her. I felt the quiver wrap around my fingers. I licked her lips. Kissed her. Held her on her feet while she rode out the climax. Her eyes opened with a long sweet sigh. I brought my fingertips to my tongue.

“Fuck. I want to rip this suit off of you and kiss you. Suck you. Taste you, Kennedy.”

“No,” she whimpered. “Not here.”

“I know. I know.” I had barged into her father’s house. I was dangerously close to getting a bullet in the back of my skull.